Strange dream
I just now remembered a part of a dream I had last night. Most of the dream took place at night and I don't remember where I was trying to get to... only that it was chaotic and where I ended up. I was in front of this house and the inhabitants of it were outside with me as well as a couple others who were traveling with me at the time. It is fuzzy but there was something happening in which the ground was caving in, leaving deep gashes and some sort of chemical was catching fire. I knew that we had to prevent it from getting too far out of control but I was also very afraid with the knowledge that I would likely fall and die in an attempt to do so. But instead of thinking about it, I leapt and was confronted with blasts of fire and a shrill hissing of something that was going to explode.
I don't remember much else of that part of the dream. Just that crisis was averted and the familiarity that I had from a previous dream a few nights back that I forgot. In this dream, the ground was breaking up in thin, floating layers and myself and what I think were my family were on these cliffs. My father or someone similar had made it to the solid ground below but the distance was rapidly increasing. I remember running and leaping off of the cliff, knowing that I probably wouldn't survive the fall but I did so anyways. The rush of the fall, the catch in my breath, and the rapid pounding of my heart are what link both of these dreams as I just acted, knowing that the fall would likely be my last. But in this dream, I somehow landed without injury.
Back to last night, though. I ended up spending the night at this house full of furs (the art subculture people, not the anthropomorphic kind.) I was specifically hanging out with this one guy that my brain made up. But the house was fairly barren, and lit a dim yellow. It was a shell of a house and I wonder if that chaos that almost swallowed me was out front, but I can't be sure as I had made quite a journey that night. The thing that took me aback is that I was in this room full of strangers and a couple of them looked at me and called me out for what I was. I was stunned, for how could these complete strangers know? I don't even talk much about these things with those who know me well. But they knew.. almost with a certainty... and it was then that I started to notice things about -them-. Were they the same? Is this how they knew? How could there be so many in one place?
I ended up in some sort of loft with the guy who had invited me and a couple other strangers. The back part of the house had been ripped off and so the loft was really a corner of a second story room that overlooked the moonlit pool in the backyard. I just reclined there and tried to take it all in.
I don't remember much else of that part of the dream. Just that crisis was averted and the familiarity that I had from a previous dream a few nights back that I forgot. In this dream, the ground was breaking up in thin, floating layers and myself and what I think were my family were on these cliffs. My father or someone similar had made it to the solid ground below but the distance was rapidly increasing. I remember running and leaping off of the cliff, knowing that I probably wouldn't survive the fall but I did so anyways. The rush of the fall, the catch in my breath, and the rapid pounding of my heart are what link both of these dreams as I just acted, knowing that the fall would likely be my last. But in this dream, I somehow landed without injury.
Back to last night, though. I ended up spending the night at this house full of furs (the art subculture people, not the anthropomorphic kind.) I was specifically hanging out with this one guy that my brain made up. But the house was fairly barren, and lit a dim yellow. It was a shell of a house and I wonder if that chaos that almost swallowed me was out front, but I can't be sure as I had made quite a journey that night. The thing that took me aback is that I was in this room full of strangers and a couple of them looked at me and called me out for what I was. I was stunned, for how could these complete strangers know? I don't even talk much about these things with those who know me well. But they knew.. almost with a certainty... and it was then that I started to notice things about -them-. Were they the same? Is this how they knew? How could there be so many in one place?
I ended up in some sort of loft with the guy who had invited me and a couple other strangers. The back part of the house had been ripped off and so the loft was really a corner of a second story room that overlooked the moonlit pool in the backyard. I just reclined there and tried to take it all in.