What the hell do you have to eat to have dreams like this?
Shit shit shit I forgot about this essay shiiiiit.
Had a three hour power cut today. Spent the entire time doodling and the like, which was fun, but now my desk is covered in pages and pages of random shit.
Dream I had last night won't leave me alone. Making me wonder what the hell I ate to make it so vivid. I very rarely have dreams that are so linear and don't just jump about from one thing to another. Additionally, it was all from my point of view, as in actually through my eyes. Usually my dreams play out like films, where I'm not in my own head but rather a camera viewpoint.
Okay so it starts with me waking up in this Medieval-style house. As usual with dreams like this, I see nothing wrong with this situation. I go to the next room to make breakfast, then it suddenly occurs to me that there's a load of commotion outside. I ignore it, and go to check on my baby boy.
He's not there.
Panicking, I run outside, asking if anyone's seen my baby, but I'm ignored. Everybody's attention is on this guy in armor, who's saying an evil wizard (whose name I forget) has stolen the children to be used as food for his dragon. Naturally, this makes me, and a load of the other parents in the audience, freak out. He says he's going to go slay the dragon and defeat the evil wizard and save the children. Typical fairy tale stuff. Usually my dream will hop on board with him at this point, but no, he just rides out of the village gates and leaves the crowd standing there.
I run back into my house, grab everything I can and stuff it into a backpack (well my dreams never can keep in one time period can they) and walk out of the gates in the same direction of the knight.
I walk through town after town, stopping in pubs and overhearing stories that livestock and children and valuables have been stolen everywhere, but everyone has faith in the knight. In one of the towns though, I run into another woman going to find her child, and we travel together (I don't think she was anyone I knew. She had very bright blue eyes, that's all I remember). The same happens in the next town, and the next, until we have about 30 women traveling all together to find their children (and no men. Who knew I was such a sexist?)
We finally reach the city of the evil wizard (which has goddamn skyscrapers and is totally modern, wtf), which is all gray like the colour's been drained out and populated by these weird golem type things made of stone and walking. We try to sneak around, and we almost make it, and then the alarms go off, not because of us, but because of the hero down below (dream logic = knowing things you shouldn't) and the golems notice us and turn to try and get us, but then the ground underneath them bursts upwards as the dragon breaks free from the dungeons. The hero (flying on the back of a goddamn flying horse, for goodness sake) pursues, and the golems get burned to a crisp as the dragon tries to get the knight.
Meanwhile, the women all split up, running between the falling buildings, the fire and the rocks, and a few times I nearly get hit. Eventually, I hear a shout, someone yelling something, and I run towards it. In one of the buildings, there are several women, all staring upwards and holding out their hands.
A child jumps down through a hole in the ceiling. She's not mine, but her mother catches her, swinging her around and crying with happiness. More children climb down through the hole, but as I look up through it I can't see my baby. I ask the other children if they've seen him, but they shake their heads, though they say that there's more rooms than theirs. I run up the stairs with the other women who haven't got their children back yet, and outside the dragon falls in a blaze of flame, leaving the hero to go and take down the wizard.
Upstairs, there are indeed many rooms, but they're all blocked with magic barriers. We run up and down, trying to get in, and I keep screaming for my baby, trying to find him by peering through the bars only to find the children are in separate stalls inside (like in a stable) and I can't see properly. It's the most panicked I've ever felt in a dream, and the most desperate. Finally, the magic barrier breaks, with the wizard defeated, and the doors swing open. I run through all the rooms, trying to find him. This is the bit I remember the most clearly, and it's also the bit where I said the boy's name for the first time.
"Arthur, Arthur, where's my Arthur?"
I kid you fucking not. The entire time I was searching for my baby boy and his name was Arthur. I found nothing wrong with it at the time, in the dream he was just my baby; it's only now that I realise I'm such a goddamn dork that the thing I get most upset about is losing Arthur. What the fuck, me.
Eventually, in the last room (it's always the last room) he waddles out of one of the stalls (I keep saying baby, but he was more of a toddler) and I run as fast as I can to him, crying and holding him and calling him my baby and the like. True to my extreme nerdiness, he has big green eyes and short, tufty blonde hair, and eyebrows darker than the rest of his hair. I'm so happy you wouldn't even believe--
I woke up.
I spent the first twenty minutes convincing myself it was just a dream, and that baby Arthur didn't exist.
I went to work, and every customer with a baby that I saw made me think "I miss my Arthur".
I came home, sat down to do an essay, and thought "I'm never going to see my baby again."
I should not be this upset.
It was a fucking dream.
But by god was it ever the most vivid, most real, most painful-upon-waking dream I've ever had. I want to know what I ate or did or whatever in order to have that dream again. Maternal instincts in overdrive much?
In other news, I need to get back to writing that essay. Ciao.
Had a three hour power cut today. Spent the entire time doodling and the like, which was fun, but now my desk is covered in pages and pages of random shit.
Dream I had last night won't leave me alone. Making me wonder what the hell I ate to make it so vivid. I very rarely have dreams that are so linear and don't just jump about from one thing to another. Additionally, it was all from my point of view, as in actually through my eyes. Usually my dreams play out like films, where I'm not in my own head but rather a camera viewpoint.
Okay so it starts with me waking up in this Medieval-style house. As usual with dreams like this, I see nothing wrong with this situation. I go to the next room to make breakfast, then it suddenly occurs to me that there's a load of commotion outside. I ignore it, and go to check on my baby boy.
He's not there.
Panicking, I run outside, asking if anyone's seen my baby, but I'm ignored. Everybody's attention is on this guy in armor, who's saying an evil wizard (whose name I forget) has stolen the children to be used as food for his dragon. Naturally, this makes me, and a load of the other parents in the audience, freak out. He says he's going to go slay the dragon and defeat the evil wizard and save the children. Typical fairy tale stuff. Usually my dream will hop on board with him at this point, but no, he just rides out of the village gates and leaves the crowd standing there.
I run back into my house, grab everything I can and stuff it into a backpack (well my dreams never can keep in one time period can they) and walk out of the gates in the same direction of the knight.
I walk through town after town, stopping in pubs and overhearing stories that livestock and children and valuables have been stolen everywhere, but everyone has faith in the knight. In one of the towns though, I run into another woman going to find her child, and we travel together (I don't think she was anyone I knew. She had very bright blue eyes, that's all I remember). The same happens in the next town, and the next, until we have about 30 women traveling all together to find their children (and no men. Who knew I was such a sexist?)
We finally reach the city of the evil wizard (which has goddamn skyscrapers and is totally modern, wtf), which is all gray like the colour's been drained out and populated by these weird golem type things made of stone and walking. We try to sneak around, and we almost make it, and then the alarms go off, not because of us, but because of the hero down below (dream logic = knowing things you shouldn't) and the golems notice us and turn to try and get us, but then the ground underneath them bursts upwards as the dragon breaks free from the dungeons. The hero (flying on the back of a goddamn flying horse, for goodness sake) pursues, and the golems get burned to a crisp as the dragon tries to get the knight.
Meanwhile, the women all split up, running between the falling buildings, the fire and the rocks, and a few times I nearly get hit. Eventually, I hear a shout, someone yelling something, and I run towards it. In one of the buildings, there are several women, all staring upwards and holding out their hands.
A child jumps down through a hole in the ceiling. She's not mine, but her mother catches her, swinging her around and crying with happiness. More children climb down through the hole, but as I look up through it I can't see my baby. I ask the other children if they've seen him, but they shake their heads, though they say that there's more rooms than theirs. I run up the stairs with the other women who haven't got their children back yet, and outside the dragon falls in a blaze of flame, leaving the hero to go and take down the wizard.
Upstairs, there are indeed many rooms, but they're all blocked with magic barriers. We run up and down, trying to get in, and I keep screaming for my baby, trying to find him by peering through the bars only to find the children are in separate stalls inside (like in a stable) and I can't see properly. It's the most panicked I've ever felt in a dream, and the most desperate. Finally, the magic barrier breaks, with the wizard defeated, and the doors swing open. I run through all the rooms, trying to find him. This is the bit I remember the most clearly, and it's also the bit where I said the boy's name for the first time.
"Arthur, Arthur, where's my Arthur?"
I kid you fucking not. The entire time I was searching for my baby boy and his name was Arthur. I found nothing wrong with it at the time, in the dream he was just my baby; it's only now that I realise I'm such a goddamn dork that the thing I get most upset about is losing Arthur. What the fuck, me.
Eventually, in the last room (it's always the last room) he waddles out of one of the stalls (I keep saying baby, but he was more of a toddler) and I run as fast as I can to him, crying and holding him and calling him my baby and the like. True to my extreme nerdiness, he has big green eyes and short, tufty blonde hair, and eyebrows darker than the rest of his hair. I'm so happy you wouldn't even believe--
I woke up.
I spent the first twenty minutes convincing myself it was just a dream, and that baby Arthur didn't exist.
I went to work, and every customer with a baby that I saw made me think "I miss my Arthur".
I came home, sat down to do an essay, and thought "I'm never going to see my baby again."
I should not be this upset.
It was a fucking dream.
But by god was it ever the most vivid, most real, most painful-upon-waking dream I've ever had. I want to know what I ate or did or whatever in order to have that dream again. Maternal instincts in overdrive much?
In other news, I need to get back to writing that essay. Ciao.