dreamscape...
noramlly, i wouldn't post a dream...but this one distrubed me pretty bad, and the emotions following it are still lingering...
after having this dream, i couldn't really get back to sleep either...just kept tossing and turning until i finally just got up and wrote it down...
there is more to this dream, this is just the climax, and that is all i am going to put down:
there is a boy, and i feel like i should know who he is...
he is studying for a test, but some sort of transmogrification test...
he is ready to preform the test, which involves some yellow substance, almost like playdoh,
that he molds with his hands (strangly enough, all this happens behind the counter at work,
so his back is to the espresso machine and he is facing the back wall, a little to the right
of the main sink)...
the teacher begins to doubt him, telling him that he doesn't know what he is doing, and
while i am not this boy, i am seeing through his eyes, as in his hands are my hands but they
are not...
at some point, this cloth that is like silk, and a pretty brownish color with small lavender
flowers is wrapped around the yellow clay (it isn't clay, but the texture is like clay)...
and he starts to unfold the cloth that is wrapped around the clay, in a way that insinuates
that the cloth was folded up in quarters, so the starting position is a rectangle of the
cloth with the clay in the middle, which he rubs between his two hands, and then opens up
the cloth one more fold, and rubs it again...
he does this two or three more times...
the teacher is just about to tell him that he fails, when he opens up the cloth and the
yellow clay is gone...instead he holds in his hand the queen's necklace, which is an ancient
pendent with figures that look like a st. christopher's medal on a chain...the pendent is
very old, like a roman coin that hasn't been polished...
the teacher is surpraised because the way that he went about getting this was very
unorthodox and this is the greatest skill that one can attain...
but when she try to congratulate him, he doesn't respond...
he has died from the effort that he had to put forth in order to do what he has done...
anubis (who is white for some reason) places his hands on the boy's shoulders...
he takes the necklaces that the boy was wearing, because they need to be past to the next
generation (earlier, anubis presented the boy with the necklace, which was a blue teardrop shaped stone, while taking his father, who may or may not have been dead for a while)...
the other necklace that anubis takes is the queen's necklace that somehow ended up around
the boy's neck, even though he died right after producing it...
there is a third necklace which may have been the queen's that is a small gold pendent that
is like a circle with a hole in the center and three small red stones hanging from it...that
may have been the one he produced or it may have become the queen's necklace after he
produced the other necklace...
i go into the backroom...between the shelves where we keep the syrups and the three large
sinks used for cleaning and sanitation, anubis has hung up the boys body on a hook like in a meat locker and is preparing to gut it in preperation...
i am not horrified by this...the entire this has a prevasive feeling of honor and duty and
dignity, as well as a feeling of something sacred and ritualistic...
i feel very sad for the boy, who immediatly becomes associated in my mind with willie
mcbride...
i cry for the boy, and i know that when i wake up, i am still crying a little...
but i cry for the boy in the way i cry for those who are long dead and have no other choice
but to have died...
after having this dream, i couldn't really get back to sleep either...just kept tossing and turning until i finally just got up and wrote it down...
there is more to this dream, this is just the climax, and that is all i am going to put down:
there is a boy, and i feel like i should know who he is...
he is studying for a test, but some sort of transmogrification test...
he is ready to preform the test, which involves some yellow substance, almost like playdoh,
that he molds with his hands (strangly enough, all this happens behind the counter at work,
so his back is to the espresso machine and he is facing the back wall, a little to the right
of the main sink)...
the teacher begins to doubt him, telling him that he doesn't know what he is doing, and
while i am not this boy, i am seeing through his eyes, as in his hands are my hands but they
are not...
at some point, this cloth that is like silk, and a pretty brownish color with small lavender
flowers is wrapped around the yellow clay (it isn't clay, but the texture is like clay)...
and he starts to unfold the cloth that is wrapped around the clay, in a way that insinuates
that the cloth was folded up in quarters, so the starting position is a rectangle of the
cloth with the clay in the middle, which he rubs between his two hands, and then opens up
the cloth one more fold, and rubs it again...
he does this two or three more times...
the teacher is just about to tell him that he fails, when he opens up the cloth and the
yellow clay is gone...instead he holds in his hand the queen's necklace, which is an ancient
pendent with figures that look like a st. christopher's medal on a chain...the pendent is
very old, like a roman coin that hasn't been polished...
the teacher is surpraised because the way that he went about getting this was very
unorthodox and this is the greatest skill that one can attain...
but when she try to congratulate him, he doesn't respond...
he has died from the effort that he had to put forth in order to do what he has done...
anubis (who is white for some reason) places his hands on the boy's shoulders...
he takes the necklaces that the boy was wearing, because they need to be past to the next
generation (earlier, anubis presented the boy with the necklace, which was a blue teardrop shaped stone, while taking his father, who may or may not have been dead for a while)...
the other necklace that anubis takes is the queen's necklace that somehow ended up around
the boy's neck, even though he died right after producing it...
there is a third necklace which may have been the queen's that is a small gold pendent that
is like a circle with a hole in the center and three small red stones hanging from it...that
may have been the one he produced or it may have become the queen's necklace after he
produced the other necklace...
i go into the backroom...between the shelves where we keep the syrups and the three large
sinks used for cleaning and sanitation, anubis has hung up the boys body on a hook like in a meat locker and is preparing to gut it in preperation...
i am not horrified by this...the entire this has a prevasive feeling of honor and duty and
dignity, as well as a feeling of something sacred and ritualistic...
i feel very sad for the boy, who immediatly becomes associated in my mind with willie
mcbride...
i cry for the boy, and i know that when i wake up, i am still crying a little...
but i cry for the boy in the way i cry for those who are long dead and have no other choice
but to have died...