(I originally found this on Imgur, and played along as advised.)
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My desert is a rolling sea of dunes. The heat is stifling. The sky is cloudless, the sun almost blinding.
My cube is sitting on a dune, one corner sunk into the dirt. It's small, just wider than the length of your hand, and made of something resembling fine ebony. It's dark, almost black, and polished. It's not smooth or glossy, you can still feel and see the grain of the wood, but it's not rough either. The corners are sharp, and there is no seam on it of any kind. It could be hollow, or it may just be wood all the way through.
My ladder is of average length, rotting and broken. The wood is grey and the grain is split; some rungs hang loose and useless. The corners have been worn to lumps by the weather. It simply lies across the sandy side of the dune, useless.
My horse is large, white, and once grand, but now decrepit. It's emaciated, dehydrated and starving. Its mane hangs limp, and its skin clings tight to its bones. It is not yet dying, but it will die if left as it is. It tugs at a tuft of tough desert grass at the base of the dune, seeking nourishment.
My flowers are a boquet, left in front of the cube as if it were a grave. They are wrapped in glossy, dark green paper, and from the open end protrude the heads of several large, dark red roses, and a few open, pink lillies. It's an odd combination, but there they are.
My storm is on the far horizon, but slowly drawing closer. If you strain, you can hear the quietest, most distant sound of thunder, or see white specks amongst the dark mass that may be lightning. The clouds stretch wide, and the storm is growing still. When it arrives, it will be a torrent such as this desert has never seen. It will flood the sands; wash away the cube, the ladder, the flowers. The horse may survive. It may not.
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Having read through the "answers", I would say that the cube, the ladder and the storm more or less match up to how I feel, but I don't think that I was really thinking of the rest of the scenario in the right terms for it to "tap in" to the desires described. The horse and the flowers were presumably meant as a faithful steed and live flora, but I interpreted them as a wild animal and a freshly cut gift, which represent entirely different themes.
That said, I have zero romantic experience and don't even think about having children - I'm way too young to be thinking about that - so I guess the fact that I interpreted them in such a skewed way could at least reveal that I don't understand these things in the same way others do.
I think the idea is that other people interpret your answers, but I guess I'd say that, based on what I answered:
Desert: I think life is a daily struggle, full of pitfalls and false leads.
Cube: As I am, I think I'm no greater or lesser than anyone else, and I don't quite understand myself. I'm more or less managing to keep a level head. I think I have the potential for greatness, but I don't feel very confident about it. I'm a good person, somewhat refined, and the basics are there, but there's something missing. I worry that I'm not really as deep and thoughtful as I think, and that I'm too hostile.
Ladder: My friendships seem strained and fragile, and make me feel anxious. I can't quite get what I want out of them. I'm somewhat bitter. My friends seem distant, and don't really challenge or change my mind.
Horse: I'm not confident in my appeal as a partner, so this might mean that I feel I can't aspire very high. I did once dream of finding true love, but now that dream seems unachieveable: my fantasy is withering. Alternatively, the horse's withered state might mean that what I really want is someone who needs me to support them and nurture them, giving me a sense of worth; but also someone who'll be classy, thrilling, different to me (it's more interesting) and a joy to behold when they are feeling their best. Or maybe I just interpreted "A horse in a desert" too literally and thought of what a horse would actually look like if you left it in a desert.
Flowers: I have no (current) interest in having children, so this dream is "dead" to me. Or I see having children as the "death" of myself as an independent person. I percieve parenthood as a heavy, solemn responsibility, with a few "softer" perks.
Storm: My fear is distant, and uncertain. I fear that some day, I'm going to go absolutely batshit crazy. Proper "Here's Johnny"-scale, violent mental implosion. It'll destroy my sense of self, my friendships, and my future. I hope that I'll have someone there who's devoted and patient enough to stick it out with me. If I have that, it could be a new beginning, a fresh start. Otherwise, I will almost certainly be left with nothing but the lure of the noose.
If the flowers are supposed to mean your friends, and the ladder your family: I seem to view my friendships as a kind of solemn oath of loyalty, with a few moments of levity and sweetness, and that my anxieties might destroy them. My family, meanwhile, is just a kind of distant, worthless thing that I don't really think about.
Last edited by MeechMunchie; 04-12-2015 at 08:06 PM..
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