dreams.
putting this here mainly so i can remember it, woke up feeling pretty distressed
it started at college, i went and got through my 7a to 11a class, and was getting picked up by my grandparents in the camper van. i hopped in and we started driving.
and driving, and driving, for hours. the city fell away and the road was cracked and uneven, with weeds growing in it. the shoulders of the road fell off to meadow and rolling hills; countryside basically. we took a wrong turn and ended up driving into a cemetary.
so we turned out to leave the cemetary, and as we were waiting to make a right turn, i looked to the left and saw a chapel with a whole procession walking inside to attend a wedding. we continued driving.
our van became a limosine, and the road got smaller and smaller, now cobbled. there was a recurring mosaic in the cobbles of the queen of england...
the road turned to dirt and the limosine was gone, now i was running along a dirt path into a forest.
the forest fell away to a clearing and suddenly the path became brick, then the bricks became bronze as i continued running. the sides of the path fell off and i was running on a raised, foot-wide path made of bronze bricks.
at some point the bricks stopped and i had to jump, landing on a weather vane-looking tower made of bronze. i was clining to it, it felt like i was stories above ground.
the bronze had liney carvings in it, and when i ran my hands along them it made a ringing sound, almost exactly like a bicycle bell. i kept running my fingers over it, and while i did absentmindedly i looked down and there was a small perch below me and a group of about 5 crows.
they were completely black, from leg to eye, except for a splotch of icey blue on their chest. they looked up at me calmly, and i realized that the tower was hollow, and the bronze it was made of was wobbling a little.
so i climbed down, it turns out that i was only about 20 feet aboveground. the outcropings of the tower stopped at about 8 or so feet, sort of like a christmas tree with a long trunk, so i jumped off the last part.
i landed on my feet, and looked up, and was surrounded by giant, white and peach chickens. they were the size of horses, the smaller ones pony-sized. and they were all quite fat. i walked up and petted a smaller one, then a larger one; they didn't startle or make any noise, since i assume they knew they could have destroyed me if they wanted to.
i looked at the ground and saw pale brown brick, and realized that amongst the feet of all the chickens were several broken eggshells. all dry, and normal sized, but broken. i looked up at the large one i had been petting and then i woke up.
it started at college, i went and got through my 7a to 11a class, and was getting picked up by my grandparents in the camper van. i hopped in and we started driving.
and driving, and driving, for hours. the city fell away and the road was cracked and uneven, with weeds growing in it. the shoulders of the road fell off to meadow and rolling hills; countryside basically. we took a wrong turn and ended up driving into a cemetary.
so we turned out to leave the cemetary, and as we were waiting to make a right turn, i looked to the left and saw a chapel with a whole procession walking inside to attend a wedding. we continued driving.
our van became a limosine, and the road got smaller and smaller, now cobbled. there was a recurring mosaic in the cobbles of the queen of england...
the road turned to dirt and the limosine was gone, now i was running along a dirt path into a forest.
the forest fell away to a clearing and suddenly the path became brick, then the bricks became bronze as i continued running. the sides of the path fell off and i was running on a raised, foot-wide path made of bronze bricks.
at some point the bricks stopped and i had to jump, landing on a weather vane-looking tower made of bronze. i was clining to it, it felt like i was stories above ground.
the bronze had liney carvings in it, and when i ran my hands along them it made a ringing sound, almost exactly like a bicycle bell. i kept running my fingers over it, and while i did absentmindedly i looked down and there was a small perch below me and a group of about 5 crows.
they were completely black, from leg to eye, except for a splotch of icey blue on their chest. they looked up at me calmly, and i realized that the tower was hollow, and the bronze it was made of was wobbling a little.
so i climbed down, it turns out that i was only about 20 feet aboveground. the outcropings of the tower stopped at about 8 or so feet, sort of like a christmas tree with a long trunk, so i jumped off the last part.
i landed on my feet, and looked up, and was surrounded by giant, white and peach chickens. they were the size of horses, the smaller ones pony-sized. and they were all quite fat. i walked up and petted a smaller one, then a larger one; they didn't startle or make any noise, since i assume they knew they could have destroyed me if they wanted to.
i looked at the ground and saw pale brown brick, and realized that amongst the feet of all the chickens were several broken eggshells. all dry, and normal sized, but broken. i looked up at the large one i had been petting and then i woke up.