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A paraphrased collection (unless quotes are used) of various Garou's visions regarding the wasps, arranged in order of first-to-last heard, updated as new info is acquired.
From Flint
I was sitting on a swing in a tree. The tree had countless number of leaves. I wasn't me. Instead, I was a woman--or a girl. Chimera, perhaps? The thing on the swing said "There is no wrong, there is no right, there is only dark and bright. I did not come, I did not go, I cannot change but only show. You cannot win, you cannot lose, but where to stop, that you can choose." There were then wasps sounds and buzzing just before he woke up.
From Nieve (who heard Flint relay his dream, then added):
"But where to stop? That you can choose." (This echos the last two lines from what Flint said. Then new information. "Rainbows and wings and clothes that purr." (Reference to the bright colors, wings, and buzz of a wasp?) (This is an obvious continuation of Flint's dream.)
From Kevin
(According to Flint, Kevin had a dream that was identical to Flint's):
From Aaron:
I was swinging on a swing suspended from the branches of the biggest tree I had ever seen. I was disoriented at first--like I had too many heads and limbs. As the swing descended, the world came into focus and I felt strong and fast. My body was healthy and everything was perfect. Then the feeling slipped away as I swung lower-- then the dream skipped through fragments of normality. Then it all gets even weirder. I became weak and my skin became paperlike and I can see my bones underneath the skin in my arms. (Turning into a wasp nest? Dying?) I trembled. (Filled with wasps? Death rattle?) Then I heard a low buzzing. I swung further back and my grip on the rope faltered.A buzzing sound had filled my ears, and then I woke up. (There were no spoken or written words in the dream.)
From Harper:
I saw a woman--perhaps a noblewoman or a queen? She had many servants around her, and she had a baby basket. They wore orange and black cloaks. I awoke to buzzing. There were no words uttered.
From Sue:
I was on a swing in a gigantic, gigantic tree, and the first part I remembered was being on the going down and backwards part of it. My body was perfect, strong, healthy. No deformity, nothing wrong with me. Then, at the bottom of the swing's path, it smelled like city. The world felt dull. Like it was robbed of spirit. And then, as the swing rose backwards, everything got more muffled, and when I looked at my hands, the rope, my hands were frail, I was frail. Then I woke up.
From Jack
I was on a swing that was in a large tree. Felt strong when the swing was at its highest point. Felt weak when it got closer to the ground. Had tentacles for arms (and legs) and, when I went to grasp the swing's ropes, my tentacles turned into too many arms--and there was a lot of shapechanging activities going on. (Very Lovecraftian.) It was not Chimera, though. If I had to guess at the vision's meaning, it had something to do with age and change--but no clue as to what beyond that.
Jack also had visions back in January or February. The first was about a crossroad with four paths--and apparently a lot of others had similar dreams. The second was about a woman in a silver dress who wanted him to build a Noah's Ark (of sorts). A bunch of animals came (presumably to get on the boat). The ship sails off into a silver light and the vision ends.
From Devon
Devon had a dream that involved a lady and a baby. No one said anything and there was no writing. He didn't seem to recall much as it was kind of an old dream. Also, he seemed to be utterly lost as to what the vision meant--if anything at all.
From Lefty
Swinging in an immense (Avatar-like) tree. Feeling more powerful while swinging up, weaker when swinging down. Then things went crazy: her mind broke apart and flew into pieces. Then there was the sound of rain (renewal, rebirth, and/or cleansing metaphor?) and the buzzing of wasps before she woke.
From Holland
The was a giant tree and he was in a swing and swinging. Except it wasn't him. It was a thing with a beak, then tentacles, then.... it was constantly changing, but not to any fixed forms (like a cat or dog or octopus). Towards the end of the vision, it was like he was aging, wearing out, or dying. (He wasn't sure, but didn't believe it was Chimera. And it wasn't any kind of urban spirits he's much more familiar with.) There was buzzing at the end of the vision.
From Maddie
A newcomer to the area who came from Trenton, New Jersey. She arrived about a month after the visions occurred. She'd had no vision of the wasps. This seems to indicate that only locals g~ had the visions, so the visions must be about something local and not some kind of widespread event. Also, it indicates that whatever or whoever sent the visions is not prescient/omnipotent: it can't see the future. Thus, perhaps even it has no idea what is transpiring or how it will end?.
From Emma
There was a giant feast with tons of people present. The food just kept coming and coming and coming, and the guests all /had/ to eat it as it came--as if they couldn't stop eating. The food got stranger and stranger as the vision went on, turning into whole beasts, then fantasy creatures, then unnamed things with crazy colors. The drinks turned into things like acid or lava. There was a woman--perhaps a queen or noble--presiding over the feast. She had no trouble eating anything, nor keeping up with all the food as it came out. She could consume everything. Eventually the food stopped coming, and the woman began eating anything and everything. I woke up as she began eating her own guests.
(Most dreams collected so far have been from urban tribes. Perhaps others--ones with less urban focus--have had different visions?)
From Topsy
Topsy's dream was the basic tree-and-swing vision that many others seem to have had, but she raised the possibility that the tree might not have been giant--she might have been tiny in the vision. She mentioned it seemed like she had too many eyes and eyes of the wrong sort. The dream skipped a lot for her--possibly omitted/unimportant or possibly forgotten/overlooked. She felt tremendously strong at the top of the swing's arc and tremendously weak at the bottom. Buzzing at the end. Topsy claims her vision was murky and indistinct, which might be tied with her being a visiting guest in the process of performing chim.... (This might tie in with the localization of the phenomenon.) However, Topsy claims she was out of the state when she had the vision. (This indicates that perhaps the visions were localized to members or those in the process of becoming members at the place out in the woods, but not those unaffiliated at the time with the collective local group--as Maddie had no vision.)
Rat-Tale (as relayed by Topsy)
Topsy further mentioned that she'd encountered Rat-Tale, a feral formerly a member of the local "club" who had departed some time ago, was out of state, had not yet joined another group, and who'd had a wasp-related vision. (This seems to indicate the phenomenon is tied to membership in the local "club" and not proximity to the club's central location near Saint Claire.) This vision started in the mountains, which was full of weird animals. (Topsy noted that some ferals consider previously-unseen-but-otherwise-normal animals to be weird or unnatural, though. Like if you showed a Washington State feral an Australian kangaroo.) In her vision, she could swim like a fish and fly like a bird. (Topsy notes that these are things a spirit might help with, though it would be very uncommon.) Then she got washed down the mountain, became a perfect silver wolf, and got washed home (which was apparently a nice sensation), and then got washed away into bones and dust. She could still see after her death, though. And when she looked back at the mountain she'd been washed off of, it was actually a giant wasps' nest.
From Flint
I was sitting on a swing in a tree. The tree had countless number of leaves. I wasn't me. Instead, I was a woman--or a girl. Chimera, perhaps? The thing on the swing said "There is no wrong, there is no right, there is only dark and bright. I did not come, I did not go, I cannot change but only show. You cannot win, you cannot lose, but where to stop, that you can choose." There were then wasps sounds and buzzing just before he woke up.
From Nieve (who heard Flint relay his dream, then added):
"But where to stop? That you can choose." (This echos the last two lines from what Flint said. Then new information. "Rainbows and wings and clothes that purr." (Reference to the bright colors, wings, and buzz of a wasp?) (This is an obvious continuation of Flint's dream.)
From Kevin
(According to Flint, Kevin had a dream that was identical to Flint's):
From Aaron:
I was swinging on a swing suspended from the branches of the biggest tree I had ever seen. I was disoriented at first--like I had too many heads and limbs. As the swing descended, the world came into focus and I felt strong and fast. My body was healthy and everything was perfect. Then the feeling slipped away as I swung lower-- then the dream skipped through fragments of normality. Then it all gets even weirder. I became weak and my skin became paperlike and I can see my bones underneath the skin in my arms. (Turning into a wasp nest? Dying?) I trembled. (Filled with wasps? Death rattle?) Then I heard a low buzzing. I swung further back and my grip on the rope faltered.A buzzing sound had filled my ears, and then I woke up. (There were no spoken or written words in the dream.)
From Harper:
I saw a woman--perhaps a noblewoman or a queen? She had many servants around her, and she had a baby basket. They wore orange and black cloaks. I awoke to buzzing. There were no words uttered.
From Sue:
I was on a swing in a gigantic, gigantic tree, and the first part I remembered was being on the going down and backwards part of it. My body was perfect, strong, healthy. No deformity, nothing wrong with me. Then, at the bottom of the swing's path, it smelled like city. The world felt dull. Like it was robbed of spirit. And then, as the swing rose backwards, everything got more muffled, and when I looked at my hands, the rope, my hands were frail, I was frail. Then I woke up.
From Jack
I was on a swing that was in a large tree. Felt strong when the swing was at its highest point. Felt weak when it got closer to the ground. Had tentacles for arms (and legs) and, when I went to grasp the swing's ropes, my tentacles turned into too many arms--and there was a lot of shapechanging activities going on. (Very Lovecraftian.) It was not Chimera, though. If I had to guess at the vision's meaning, it had something to do with age and change--but no clue as to what beyond that.
Jack also had visions back in January or February. The first was about a crossroad with four paths--and apparently a lot of others had similar dreams. The second was about a woman in a silver dress who wanted him to build a Noah's Ark (of sorts). A bunch of animals came (presumably to get on the boat). The ship sails off into a silver light and the vision ends.
From Devon
Devon had a dream that involved a lady and a baby. No one said anything and there was no writing. He didn't seem to recall much as it was kind of an old dream. Also, he seemed to be utterly lost as to what the vision meant--if anything at all.
From Lefty
Swinging in an immense (Avatar-like) tree. Feeling more powerful while swinging up, weaker when swinging down. Then things went crazy: her mind broke apart and flew into pieces. Then there was the sound of rain (renewal, rebirth, and/or cleansing metaphor?) and the buzzing of wasps before she woke.
From Holland
The was a giant tree and he was in a swing and swinging. Except it wasn't him. It was a thing with a beak, then tentacles, then.... it was constantly changing, but not to any fixed forms (like a cat or dog or octopus). Towards the end of the vision, it was like he was aging, wearing out, or dying. (He wasn't sure, but didn't believe it was Chimera. And it wasn't any kind of urban spirits he's much more familiar with.) There was buzzing at the end of the vision.
From Maddie
A newcomer to the area who came from Trenton, New Jersey. She arrived about a month after the visions occurred. She'd had no vision of the wasps. This seems to indicate that only locals g~ had the visions, so the visions must be about something local and not some kind of widespread event. Also, it indicates that whatever or whoever sent the visions is not prescient/omnipotent: it can't see the future. Thus, perhaps even it has no idea what is transpiring or how it will end?.
From Emma
There was a giant feast with tons of people present. The food just kept coming and coming and coming, and the guests all /had/ to eat it as it came--as if they couldn't stop eating. The food got stranger and stranger as the vision went on, turning into whole beasts, then fantasy creatures, then unnamed things with crazy colors. The drinks turned into things like acid or lava. There was a woman--perhaps a queen or noble--presiding over the feast. She had no trouble eating anything, nor keeping up with all the food as it came out. She could consume everything. Eventually the food stopped coming, and the woman began eating anything and everything. I woke up as she began eating her own guests.
(Most dreams collected so far have been from urban tribes. Perhaps others--ones with less urban focus--have had different visions?)
From Topsy
Topsy's dream was the basic tree-and-swing vision that many others seem to have had, but she raised the possibility that the tree might not have been giant--she might have been tiny in the vision. She mentioned it seemed like she had too many eyes and eyes of the wrong sort. The dream skipped a lot for her--possibly omitted/unimportant or possibly forgotten/overlooked. She felt tremendously strong at the top of the swing's arc and tremendously weak at the bottom. Buzzing at the end. Topsy claims her vision was murky and indistinct, which might be tied with her being a visiting guest in the process of performing chim.... (This might tie in with the localization of the phenomenon.) However, Topsy claims she was out of the state when she had the vision. (This indicates that perhaps the visions were localized to members or those in the process of becoming members at the place out in the woods, but not those unaffiliated at the time with the collective local group--as Maddie had no vision.)
Rat-Tale (as relayed by Topsy)
Topsy further mentioned that she'd encountered Rat-Tale, a feral formerly a member of the local "club" who had departed some time ago, was out of state, had not yet joined another group, and who'd had a wasp-related vision. (This seems to indicate the phenomenon is tied to membership in the local "club" and not proximity to the club's central location near Saint Claire.) This vision started in the mountains, which was full of weird animals. (Topsy noted that some ferals consider previously-unseen-but-otherwise-normal animals to be weird or unnatural, though. Like if you showed a Washington State feral an Australian kangaroo.) In her vision, she could swim like a fish and fly like a bird. (Topsy notes that these are things a spirit might help with, though it would be very uncommon.) Then she got washed down the mountain, became a perfect silver wolf, and got washed home (which was apparently a nice sensation), and then got washed away into bones and dust. She could still see after her death, though. And when she looked back at the mountain she'd been washed off of, it was actually a giant wasps' nest.
