Dreams
Weird dream last night.
I dreamed that Nat and Steph and I were putting on some kind of performance, we were going to be fairies, and once the costumes were all done we'd decide who was going to be the Black Fairy, and that this was somehow important. Steph had done all the designs, and we put them into the magic cauldron - which, for some reason, was roughly the size and appearance of a pool table, but deeper, with dark liquid inside, and a covered roof - and the papers turned colors like light bright green and pink and bubbled down below the surface.
There were two nameless guys with us who were going to be playing other characters. They were possibly Australian. We were awkwardly introduced, and I was worried about the fact that the Caucasian one* did not believe in the magic cauldron like we did, the other guy had a spirit bow that he was playing, not so usefully, to help, and we were all leaning around the cauldron and looking in. Later I was talking to the first guy, and laid down on the floor to nap despite the fact that the floor was covered in a lot of tiny plastic cylinders like the kind from the filtration system in our fish tank at home, he started telling me about some great pain in his life, and my response was that I knew this wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, but I had just fallen asleep on top of a lot of tiny plastic cylinders and now this was a bit painful.
At this point I ran off to find where Nat and Steph had gone, they were sitting in another room (we were in some very large mansion?) with more drawings and plans and talking to the other guy, and it was at this point that I woke up thinking "No, but I really, really want to go back and help with all the design plans!".
My next thought was that it was still only 6:50, and that I still got to sleep for another 20 minutes, and that this was brilliant, but I really did want to help with the design plans, whatever they were. I really don't know, I never got a clear image of what we were designing, just that it was obviously colorful, and pretty, and important.
Some things, I can spot the inspiration for, some things, I really wonder about my subconscious.
*Apologies for the descriptors, that was the only identifier used in my dream
I dreamed that Nat and Steph and I were putting on some kind of performance, we were going to be fairies, and once the costumes were all done we'd decide who was going to be the Black Fairy, and that this was somehow important. Steph had done all the designs, and we put them into the magic cauldron - which, for some reason, was roughly the size and appearance of a pool table, but deeper, with dark liquid inside, and a covered roof - and the papers turned colors like light bright green and pink and bubbled down below the surface.
There were two nameless guys with us who were going to be playing other characters. They were possibly Australian. We were awkwardly introduced, and I was worried about the fact that the Caucasian one* did not believe in the magic cauldron like we did, the other guy had a spirit bow that he was playing, not so usefully, to help, and we were all leaning around the cauldron and looking in. Later I was talking to the first guy, and laid down on the floor to nap despite the fact that the floor was covered in a lot of tiny plastic cylinders like the kind from the filtration system in our fish tank at home, he started telling me about some great pain in his life, and my response was that I knew this wasn't the most appropriate thing to say, but I had just fallen asleep on top of a lot of tiny plastic cylinders and now this was a bit painful.
At this point I ran off to find where Nat and Steph had gone, they were sitting in another room (we were in some very large mansion?) with more drawings and plans and talking to the other guy, and it was at this point that I woke up thinking "No, but I really, really want to go back and help with all the design plans!".
My next thought was that it was still only 6:50, and that I still got to sleep for another 20 minutes, and that this was brilliant, but I really did want to help with the design plans, whatever they were. I really don't know, I never got a clear image of what we were designing, just that it was obviously colorful, and pretty, and important.
Some things, I can spot the inspiration for, some things, I really wonder about my subconscious.
*Apologies for the descriptors, that was the only identifier used in my dream