DREAMSCAPES #1 - Vampires At Flight
Originally posted @ A Dreamer's Life For Me on Jan 2nd
I had several dreams but between the tossing and turning in bed I'll write about the last one I had as I remember that one the most. The previous dreams are now a confusing mix of scenes from one another and all have of them have to do with school. For the past two weeks all my dreams had to do about going back to school. The last dream dreamt pertains to my family arriving to a place in order to build a flying contraption that would get us all back to another place - which I'm assuming was home.
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It began with my dog Cachito and I walking the streets of Brampton. In my walking, I caught up with a car. I then hopped into the car and could see my mother, sister, and cousins Angela & Alessia were inside. We all travelled along and suddenly the scene changed to me walking alone with my dog (again) in a strange place. I was following a map yet in my mind, the destination was unclear to me. I continued walking straight, the dirt road appeared as an endless path with forestry on both sides. As my dog treaded a few paces ahead of me, sniffing the grass, I replayed a conversation in my head I had with my mother where she said she would meet me there. I felt nervous unsure of where 'there' was. I looked at my phone and saw a small red bar, my battery was dying. I tried calling but there was no service.
Walking a while longer I came to a fork in the road. A little, old wooden, hand painted sign in the middle of the two roads read "Brock University". Quickly looking at the left road, I could see the start of what appeared as a camp site with parked old fashioned metal trailers. I decided to continue in my direction that became the road that splits off to the right. The road began to wind upwards and as I walked, looking through the trees I began to see the shape of a house. My steps getting a little heavier, I knew this was the place I was suppose to be at. Getting closer, it was a Diner with stucco walls and ceramic roofing like the Spanish style architecture. Before even entering, I could hear my sister's voice.
When I got inside, my eyes searched madly for my sister scanning through the numerous bodies. I can't recall what she said but it was something that revealed a glimpse of our kind. I walked up to her, her back was against me and as the head turned and I began to shout, I realized it was not her. I quickly apologized and right after found her with my cousin Angela seated at a table with a group of young guys I did not recognize. I called her name and quickly grabbed her by the shoulders, exclaiming "what are you doing!?". The guys all got up, when I pulled Renee up off her seat, sending one of the their plates to the ground with a loud crashing sound. [Read More]...
I had several dreams but between the tossing and turning in bed I'll write about the last one I had as I remember that one the most. The previous dreams are now a confusing mix of scenes from one another and all have of them have to do with school. For the past two weeks all my dreams had to do about going back to school. The last dream dreamt pertains to my family arriving to a place in order to build a flying contraption that would get us all back to another place - which I'm assuming was home.
* * *
It began with my dog Cachito and I walking the streets of Brampton. In my walking, I caught up with a car. I then hopped into the car and could see my mother, sister, and cousins Angela & Alessia were inside. We all travelled along and suddenly the scene changed to me walking alone with my dog (again) in a strange place. I was following a map yet in my mind, the destination was unclear to me. I continued walking straight, the dirt road appeared as an endless path with forestry on both sides. As my dog treaded a few paces ahead of me, sniffing the grass, I replayed a conversation in my head I had with my mother where she said she would meet me there. I felt nervous unsure of where 'there' was. I looked at my phone and saw a small red bar, my battery was dying. I tried calling but there was no service.
Walking a while longer I came to a fork in the road. A little, old wooden, hand painted sign in the middle of the two roads read "Brock University". Quickly looking at the left road, I could see the start of what appeared as a camp site with parked old fashioned metal trailers. I decided to continue in my direction that became the road that splits off to the right. The road began to wind upwards and as I walked, looking through the trees I began to see the shape of a house. My steps getting a little heavier, I knew this was the place I was suppose to be at. Getting closer, it was a Diner with stucco walls and ceramic roofing like the Spanish style architecture. Before even entering, I could hear my sister's voice.
When I got inside, my eyes searched madly for my sister scanning through the numerous bodies. I can't recall what she said but it was something that revealed a glimpse of our kind. I walked up to her, her back was against me and as the head turned and I began to shout, I realized it was not her. I quickly apologized and right after found her with my cousin Angela seated at a table with a group of young guys I did not recognize. I called her name and quickly grabbed her by the shoulders, exclaiming "what are you doing!?". The guys all got up, when I pulled Renee up off her seat, sending one of the their plates to the ground with a loud crashing sound. [Read More]...