Dream Journal 3-12-2010: Adventures Galore, Flooding, and Gold
So at the beginning of my dream I was Percy Jackson. Me, Annabeth, Thalia, and some other half-bloods I can't remember were trying to make our way around this snowy area to visit some of the nicer mythological figures for something to do with a quest. We started in this snowy forest clearing and a few feet away the Stoll brothers found this slippery icy hill. We slid down the hill, carefully because there were apparently cliffs on both sides, and made it to the bottom.
Then all of the sudden I was myself again. And it was at the bottom of the snowy hill. My family from AZ was having a huge party and me and my friend Kat were both going to it. We had on fancy party dresses and Kat's parents and brother were there.
Then I was one of two cops who were the main characters for some Law & Order type show. And we were wearing Organization 13 coats in an effort to go undercover and infiltrate this gang. But the leader of the gang recognized us and we threatened the fuck out of him, telling him to stop. We left the building, which was apparently actually Kat's house.
It started raining and the streets started flooding so we had to climb on top of the house. Then the whole house got covered and we had to swim to a nearby religious tower of some sort.
When the rain water receded, suddenly it was a massive Aztec-like city. I was the ruler, and there was some sort of invasion coming so I had every family come and give me their gold so that I could hide it away from the invaders. I gave them little receipts, detailing exactly what they gave so I could return it after the invasion.
A few generations later, I was the grandson of the ruler that I had been before. And I was waiting for the sun to hit just the right spot on this massive sundial we had. Then, apparently, the location of the gold would be revealed to us and we could return it and all. But the sun hit the point and nothing happened. There were three peacocks nearby, all perched on pillars, that were speaking for the gods. One, which was a speckle-y mix of black and white, said that the hours had changed since my grandfather ruled, so we would have to wait a bit more. So we did. And right before I woke up, the sun hit the right spot and something flashed white and the other two peacocks, one black and one white, flew over everyone over to where my grandfather had hidden the gold.
A very interesting, if disjointed, dream.
Then all of the sudden I was myself again. And it was at the bottom of the snowy hill. My family from AZ was having a huge party and me and my friend Kat were both going to it. We had on fancy party dresses and Kat's parents and brother were there.
Then I was one of two cops who were the main characters for some Law & Order type show. And we were wearing Organization 13 coats in an effort to go undercover and infiltrate this gang. But the leader of the gang recognized us and we threatened the fuck out of him, telling him to stop. We left the building, which was apparently actually Kat's house.
It started raining and the streets started flooding so we had to climb on top of the house. Then the whole house got covered and we had to swim to a nearby religious tower of some sort.
When the rain water receded, suddenly it was a massive Aztec-like city. I was the ruler, and there was some sort of invasion coming so I had every family come and give me their gold so that I could hide it away from the invaders. I gave them little receipts, detailing exactly what they gave so I could return it after the invasion.
A few generations later, I was the grandson of the ruler that I had been before. And I was waiting for the sun to hit just the right spot on this massive sundial we had. Then, apparently, the location of the gold would be revealed to us and we could return it and all. But the sun hit the point and nothing happened. There were three peacocks nearby, all perched on pillars, that were speaking for the gods. One, which was a speckle-y mix of black and white, said that the hours had changed since my grandfather ruled, so we would have to wait a bit more. So we did. And right before I woke up, the sun hit the right spot and something flashed white and the other two peacocks, one black and one white, flew over everyone over to where my grandfather had hidden the gold.
A very interesting, if disjointed, dream.