dreams
I thought instead of posting a bunch of miserable sad shit, I'd post some dreams I had recently. Lately I've had very interesting dreams. I hope mentioning it doesn't jinx me.
This dream was very muted and sad, beautifully rendered and tragic. In the dream, a young girl was made a Valkyrie by a cherry blossom tree with a gnarled trunk in front of her entire family. Her armor was a beautiful shade of red and pink, and it colored everything near her. It wasn't a traditional style of armor, either. It was a mix between fantasy armor and some kind of mechanical bodysuit. Her weapon was a trident.
I assume she went around for a while doing Valkyrie things and learning the ways of her powers (flight, etc). One day, a male Valkyrie appears (yeah, I don't get it either - male Valkyrie?) and says she's the one he's been searching for. That they are the only two Valkyries in the whole world. The last ones. His armor, predictably, is blue. But the same style, and the colors are of the same subtle beauty as the girl's. I can't remember what he looked like in the dream, but he had a dangerous intensity about him although he was quiet. For a while they work together, training and learning, flying around.
Eventually they fall in love. They love each other passionately and deeply, but in a platonic way. They never express their love, kiss, hug, have sex, or make eyes. But it's intense.
I don't know what happens exactly, but something occurs and the girl realizes that she cannot be with him, and tells him so. He doesn't react with hysterics, nor does he explode in anger. He just informs her that if she will not be with him and love him, then he must kill her. She takes off in flight and he pursues her.
In the dream I could feel his absolute determination and concentration, the unwavering desire to destroy the girl utterly - not out of anger, simply out of the sense that it is completely necessary because she will not love him and be with him.
Meanwhile, she flies through a city in a muted sort of anguish and panic. I felt like I was on a roller coaster, feeling every time she dove or flew sharply around a corner, trying to lose him behind row after row of skyscrapers, trying to put city blocks between them but realizing it's futile because the city is planned to such geometric precision and he keeps such exact pace with her flight that no matter what, when she flies over or across a street he will see her and continue to chase her.
While she flies, she's in such great sadness, so calm and tranquil but simultaneously so pained.
Eventually they leave the city and return to the same grove with the cherry tree and her family, only it's as if the whole thing is backwards. Like the image is reversed on a 3 dimensional scale. There she lands and he approaches her, pulls out a small knife, and stabs her through the stomach. In return, as she dies, she slices his neck open. They both lay dying, and the dream ends.
This dream I had last night.
I lived in this incredibly beautiful place, and attended school at an unusual university. The dream had a very extensive first part, involving me traversing the school and seeing my friends, but tragically I've lost it. The place where I lived was some sort of independent city state located in some subtropical climate, and the city itself was built on a very very steep hill (almost a cliff, but not quite), which overlooked the ocean. The hill formed a natural amphitheater, only much broader and steeper.
I remember the architecture of the city very well. It was modern, futuristic, almost fantastic, but very very organic in a way. All the houses were white with green glass and turquoise or blue accents - but the accents were very minimal. The houses were almost part of the rock, but stood out because of their color. They were built so as to not be tall - they were flat, jutting out almost like discs, but subtle in every way. They were such beautiful houses, all curves and white materials that were neither metal, stone, plastic, or glass. Something from the future I suspect!
Anyway, there were vines and palms tumbling over every part of the architecture in the city, and although the pathways were immaculately clean, they were not paved. They were a beautiful light brown compacted dirt. I remember two girls in dresses walking down the steep hill barefoot, passing one of the houses.
The best way I can describe the city would be: rustic futuristic. Everything was clean and modern and futuristic, but the city itself was peaceful and had none of the loudness or mechanization of your typical vision of a futuristic city. Nature and civilization lived in perfect balance. It was so wonderful.
I was so happy to live in that city, I loved every day of my beautiful life in such a beautiful place. One day there was a civic celebration of some sort, and all the citizens gathered on one of the large public terraces partway down the hill to hear the leader of the city-state (president? prince? mayor?) give an oration. I was with a group of friends on a terrace a ways up the hill, but due to some technology I don't understand, we were able to hear and understand perfectly.
The prince talked about the greatness of our city state, our illustrious history, and how we must press on to the future, how progress was our priority. Everyone cheered. He then said that the city would begin taking measures to progress and grow and move into the future. To that end, there would be a vote on the things citizens wanted the city to concentrate on. A document would be delivered to every citizen outlining all the possible initiatives for the city to take. All we had to do was check two to three of them in order of preference, and once all the documents had been collected and tallied, the initiatives with the most votes would be the ones carried out in the interest of the population.
He then spouted some patriotic rhetoric that whipped the crowd into a frenzy till they cheered so loud we couldn't hear the prince's voice anymore. Fireworks began to go off, and everyone was ecstatic, except for me. I was panicking, I was horrified. I couldn't believe it. I realized what the prince's agenda was, that it didn't matter what the people voted for - he already knew what initiatives he wanted to take to augment his power and the power of the city state. I knew that it was the end of the city I loved so much, and that this man had set our people on a course to destruction, disenfranchisement, and misery. I was so frightened and angry by what was happening. I tried desperately to tell the people around me not to listen to him, that what was happening was so dangerous. But no one would listen and said I was overreacting.
So I watched the fireworks and listened to the cheering, knowing full well that everything I loved was at an end.
I wonder what these dreams mean. The images and emotions are so beautiful.
This dream was very muted and sad, beautifully rendered and tragic. In the dream, a young girl was made a Valkyrie by a cherry blossom tree with a gnarled trunk in front of her entire family. Her armor was a beautiful shade of red and pink, and it colored everything near her. It wasn't a traditional style of armor, either. It was a mix between fantasy armor and some kind of mechanical bodysuit. Her weapon was a trident.
I assume she went around for a while doing Valkyrie things and learning the ways of her powers (flight, etc). One day, a male Valkyrie appears (yeah, I don't get it either - male Valkyrie?) and says she's the one he's been searching for. That they are the only two Valkyries in the whole world. The last ones. His armor, predictably, is blue. But the same style, and the colors are of the same subtle beauty as the girl's. I can't remember what he looked like in the dream, but he had a dangerous intensity about him although he was quiet. For a while they work together, training and learning, flying around.
Eventually they fall in love. They love each other passionately and deeply, but in a platonic way. They never express their love, kiss, hug, have sex, or make eyes. But it's intense.
I don't know what happens exactly, but something occurs and the girl realizes that she cannot be with him, and tells him so. He doesn't react with hysterics, nor does he explode in anger. He just informs her that if she will not be with him and love him, then he must kill her. She takes off in flight and he pursues her.
In the dream I could feel his absolute determination and concentration, the unwavering desire to destroy the girl utterly - not out of anger, simply out of the sense that it is completely necessary because she will not love him and be with him.
Meanwhile, she flies through a city in a muted sort of anguish and panic. I felt like I was on a roller coaster, feeling every time she dove or flew sharply around a corner, trying to lose him behind row after row of skyscrapers, trying to put city blocks between them but realizing it's futile because the city is planned to such geometric precision and he keeps such exact pace with her flight that no matter what, when she flies over or across a street he will see her and continue to chase her.
While she flies, she's in such great sadness, so calm and tranquil but simultaneously so pained.
Eventually they leave the city and return to the same grove with the cherry tree and her family, only it's as if the whole thing is backwards. Like the image is reversed on a 3 dimensional scale. There she lands and he approaches her, pulls out a small knife, and stabs her through the stomach. In return, as she dies, she slices his neck open. They both lay dying, and the dream ends.
This dream I had last night.
I lived in this incredibly beautiful place, and attended school at an unusual university. The dream had a very extensive first part, involving me traversing the school and seeing my friends, but tragically I've lost it. The place where I lived was some sort of independent city state located in some subtropical climate, and the city itself was built on a very very steep hill (almost a cliff, but not quite), which overlooked the ocean. The hill formed a natural amphitheater, only much broader and steeper.
I remember the architecture of the city very well. It was modern, futuristic, almost fantastic, but very very organic in a way. All the houses were white with green glass and turquoise or blue accents - but the accents were very minimal. The houses were almost part of the rock, but stood out because of their color. They were built so as to not be tall - they were flat, jutting out almost like discs, but subtle in every way. They were such beautiful houses, all curves and white materials that were neither metal, stone, plastic, or glass. Something from the future I suspect!
Anyway, there were vines and palms tumbling over every part of the architecture in the city, and although the pathways were immaculately clean, they were not paved. They were a beautiful light brown compacted dirt. I remember two girls in dresses walking down the steep hill barefoot, passing one of the houses.
The best way I can describe the city would be: rustic futuristic. Everything was clean and modern and futuristic, but the city itself was peaceful and had none of the loudness or mechanization of your typical vision of a futuristic city. Nature and civilization lived in perfect balance. It was so wonderful.
I was so happy to live in that city, I loved every day of my beautiful life in such a beautiful place. One day there was a civic celebration of some sort, and all the citizens gathered on one of the large public terraces partway down the hill to hear the leader of the city-state (president? prince? mayor?) give an oration. I was with a group of friends on a terrace a ways up the hill, but due to some technology I don't understand, we were able to hear and understand perfectly.
The prince talked about the greatness of our city state, our illustrious history, and how we must press on to the future, how progress was our priority. Everyone cheered. He then said that the city would begin taking measures to progress and grow and move into the future. To that end, there would be a vote on the things citizens wanted the city to concentrate on. A document would be delivered to every citizen outlining all the possible initiatives for the city to take. All we had to do was check two to three of them in order of preference, and once all the documents had been collected and tallied, the initiatives with the most votes would be the ones carried out in the interest of the population.
He then spouted some patriotic rhetoric that whipped the crowd into a frenzy till they cheered so loud we couldn't hear the prince's voice anymore. Fireworks began to go off, and everyone was ecstatic, except for me. I was panicking, I was horrified. I couldn't believe it. I realized what the prince's agenda was, that it didn't matter what the people voted for - he already knew what initiatives he wanted to take to augment his power and the power of the city state. I knew that it was the end of the city I loved so much, and that this man had set our people on a course to destruction, disenfranchisement, and misery. I was so frightened and angry by what was happening. I tried desperately to tell the people around me not to listen to him, that what was happening was so dangerous. But no one would listen and said I was overreacting.
So I watched the fireworks and listened to the cheering, knowing full well that everything I loved was at an end.
I wonder what these dreams mean. The images and emotions are so beautiful.