Dream: It's Greek to Me, with Star Constellations
We'll see how much of this I can write down from rote memory. This was a series of 2-3 dream sequences of which I remember mere fragments.
I can't remember much at first... I was renting a room at a hotel. It was kinda a Greco-Roman revivalist style with a courtyard with four pillars/columns that had climbing vines that I can only assume were grapes, and a wire frame dome connecting all four pillars. It was indoors, but you could see the outdoors for looking up revealed the night sky and the constellations were brilliant and easy to discern when looking up-- like they were a blanket or something where you could see connected patterns.
The hotel room had a queen sized bed that matched-- four pillars and a bed with a constellation bedspread.
The colours were muted gold-- not unlike the way the walls were painted in the house we rented over by Udall Park in Tucson.
I know "things" happened at the hotel, but I can't remember anything but the scenery because it was damn gorgeous.
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It may have been the same hotel as described above because it felt like I was in Greece. I was with Jordan and a bunch of people, but Jordan kinda got lost amid the crowd. We were dressed all fancy-- he in a tuxedo and I was in a blue evening gown with tassels that's flapper-esque (it looks like the "dress" I won in the "Immortal Diaries" game that night)... or a blue gown that has flowing sheer material that glistens in the moonlight... or both... I'm not sure. We were young again. My foot was healed and my joints didn't hurt anymore. The pain was gone.
In our evening wear, we walk outside to this ocean front view-- a viewing area that's flat like a dock, and if you turn left there's about 10 feet of water that's lapping up on some Marble steps that just seem to rise out of the ocean. At the top of the steps is a stone arch. It looks like it's the entrance to something. Everyone is in their fine clothes, and we're told to jump onto the steps and not to touch the water. Jordan finds me. He doesn't want to jump, but I do. I'm barefoot. I gather the bottom edge of my skirt, hiking the hemline up past, take three steps, and leap. I easily clear the water and land about 3-4 steps above the water line-- exactly where I was aiming to land. The jump itself was exhilarating. It felt like I used to feel back when I high jumped and pole vaulted. I could feel the power in my left leg. I felt 18 years old-- full of energy and life. I was strong again... and I didn't hurt. It was glorious.
You had to jump to be chosen for the contest. Because I had landed on a higher step, I was told to sit at the top of the steps. I couldn't see Jordan. He must have gone back into the hotel after that. A young man I couldn't recognize, was wearing full Roman armor. He jumped, but hit the water-- but because he was wearing armor, he was told he still passed. He touched the first step in the water-- barely the edge. His countenance was long-- his face drawn in disappointment. He crawled up the steps, sitting on the row or two before mine-- helmeted head in his hands. He was sobbing. I placed my hands on his back and rubbed his back to console him. There was something significant about this guy, but I can't remember. I just know that when I jumped on the steps, there were about 20 people already over there and they parted in the area where I wanted to land when I jumped-- so it was easy to land on that step. I flew so gracefully. When the armored fellow jumped it was very brutish. His armor clanged as he ran, the leather petruges flopping about, showing his bulky quadriceps. When he leapt, he smashed into a crowd of people who were on the steps-- almost like they didn't want him there-- forcing him to land in the water for there was no step for him to land upon. He wasn't wanted. Obviously. So when I placed my hand on his back, he changed somehow... I won't know how because the dream progressed from there.
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I'm not sure if we went up the stairs and passed through the arch to enter the maze, but the next scene I find myself in is a maze. It's a running race. I'm young, but the older me is seeping into this young dream body of mine. I still feel like I can run, but as my feet start off running on a soft blanket of grass I am flying... my toes gradually curl and I start running on feet that hurt. I'm waking up... this is what my feet feel like a lot of the time now. In the dream, I've turned up a row-- the first turn in the race. I look down. I'm running on dirt and rocks with my toes curled. It's painful. I force myself to uncurl my toes and slow to a jog/fast walk. This is more manageable. I'm able to take in my surroundings.
The maze is high-walled (10-12 feet tall walls-- 3 meters for you metric folk) and looks like a Greek garden-- lattice with grape vines and towering juniper. There are olive green and orange colors with browns of wooden walls and supports for climbing plants. Everything looks primitive for that Greek time period. Even my clothes are different. I'm no longer in an evening gown. I'm in shorts with a white muslin tunic tied off with rope around my waist-- quite the opposite of my evening gown from earlier in the dream sequence.
Up ahead, in the middle of the row, is a black man. He's holding a mallet or something that looks like it could be a belaying pin on a ship... it's ornately carved on top with a "peg" end that looks like it would fit into a hole. The man is holding the peg end and striding towards me and another couple. The couple-- a man and woman-- do not seem to be in the race. The man is wearing a burlap cape and a straw hat... and as the other man boldly approaches, he is pointing the belaying pin at the caped man and shaking it. I can tell they're going to fight before the angry man even throws the belaying pin. He misses his target, and the pin rolls to my feet. I pick it up and toss it to the aisle edge (I'm in the middle of the aisle), closer to the angry man. Our eyes meet and there's some quiet understanding between us as he gives a slight nod even though his jaw is clenched tightly. I nod back and immediately turn left and continue jogging to the outer wall of the garden-- I know it's an outer wall because it's marble and smooth.
I was supposed to run past the angry man. I didn't. When I get to the marble wall-- about 100 yards away from where I turned to get away from the fight-- I make another left, which I know would take me back to the start of the race. I know it's the wrong way, but I don't feel lost at all. I'm returning to the beginning.
My feet stop hurting, and as I start sprinting again, I run past a navy blanket etched with golden threads. It's a blanket that maps the skies and the constellations.
I've no idea what happens next because I woke up... but it was very interesting. There are fragments of dream just outside my memories.... I remember running across a grassy field full of people, but I'm not sure where in the dream sequence that belongs. I'm also not sure what happened when I was running there.
I can't remember much at first... I was renting a room at a hotel. It was kinda a Greco-Roman revivalist style with a courtyard with four pillars/columns that had climbing vines that I can only assume were grapes, and a wire frame dome connecting all four pillars. It was indoors, but you could see the outdoors for looking up revealed the night sky and the constellations were brilliant and easy to discern when looking up-- like they were a blanket or something where you could see connected patterns.
The hotel room had a queen sized bed that matched-- four pillars and a bed with a constellation bedspread.
The colours were muted gold-- not unlike the way the walls were painted in the house we rented over by Udall Park in Tucson.
I know "things" happened at the hotel, but I can't remember anything but the scenery because it was damn gorgeous.
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It may have been the same hotel as described above because it felt like I was in Greece. I was with Jordan and a bunch of people, but Jordan kinda got lost amid the crowd. We were dressed all fancy-- he in a tuxedo and I was in a blue evening gown with tassels that's flapper-esque (it looks like the "dress" I won in the "Immortal Diaries" game that night)... or a blue gown that has flowing sheer material that glistens in the moonlight... or both... I'm not sure. We were young again. My foot was healed and my joints didn't hurt anymore. The pain was gone.
In our evening wear, we walk outside to this ocean front view-- a viewing area that's flat like a dock, and if you turn left there's about 10 feet of water that's lapping up on some Marble steps that just seem to rise out of the ocean. At the top of the steps is a stone arch. It looks like it's the entrance to something. Everyone is in their fine clothes, and we're told to jump onto the steps and not to touch the water. Jordan finds me. He doesn't want to jump, but I do. I'm barefoot. I gather the bottom edge of my skirt, hiking the hemline up past, take three steps, and leap. I easily clear the water and land about 3-4 steps above the water line-- exactly where I was aiming to land. The jump itself was exhilarating. It felt like I used to feel back when I high jumped and pole vaulted. I could feel the power in my left leg. I felt 18 years old-- full of energy and life. I was strong again... and I didn't hurt. It was glorious.
You had to jump to be chosen for the contest. Because I had landed on a higher step, I was told to sit at the top of the steps. I couldn't see Jordan. He must have gone back into the hotel after that. A young man I couldn't recognize, was wearing full Roman armor. He jumped, but hit the water-- but because he was wearing armor, he was told he still passed. He touched the first step in the water-- barely the edge. His countenance was long-- his face drawn in disappointment. He crawled up the steps, sitting on the row or two before mine-- helmeted head in his hands. He was sobbing. I placed my hands on his back and rubbed his back to console him. There was something significant about this guy, but I can't remember. I just know that when I jumped on the steps, there were about 20 people already over there and they parted in the area where I wanted to land when I jumped-- so it was easy to land on that step. I flew so gracefully. When the armored fellow jumped it was very brutish. His armor clanged as he ran, the leather petruges flopping about, showing his bulky quadriceps. When he leapt, he smashed into a crowd of people who were on the steps-- almost like they didn't want him there-- forcing him to land in the water for there was no step for him to land upon. He wasn't wanted. Obviously. So when I placed my hand on his back, he changed somehow... I won't know how because the dream progressed from there.
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I'm not sure if we went up the stairs and passed through the arch to enter the maze, but the next scene I find myself in is a maze. It's a running race. I'm young, but the older me is seeping into this young dream body of mine. I still feel like I can run, but as my feet start off running on a soft blanket of grass I am flying... my toes gradually curl and I start running on feet that hurt. I'm waking up... this is what my feet feel like a lot of the time now. In the dream, I've turned up a row-- the first turn in the race. I look down. I'm running on dirt and rocks with my toes curled. It's painful. I force myself to uncurl my toes and slow to a jog/fast walk. This is more manageable. I'm able to take in my surroundings.
The maze is high-walled (10-12 feet tall walls-- 3 meters for you metric folk) and looks like a Greek garden-- lattice with grape vines and towering juniper. There are olive green and orange colors with browns of wooden walls and supports for climbing plants. Everything looks primitive for that Greek time period. Even my clothes are different. I'm no longer in an evening gown. I'm in shorts with a white muslin tunic tied off with rope around my waist-- quite the opposite of my evening gown from earlier in the dream sequence.
Up ahead, in the middle of the row, is a black man. He's holding a mallet or something that looks like it could be a belaying pin on a ship... it's ornately carved on top with a "peg" end that looks like it would fit into a hole. The man is holding the peg end and striding towards me and another couple. The couple-- a man and woman-- do not seem to be in the race. The man is wearing a burlap cape and a straw hat... and as the other man boldly approaches, he is pointing the belaying pin at the caped man and shaking it. I can tell they're going to fight before the angry man even throws the belaying pin. He misses his target, and the pin rolls to my feet. I pick it up and toss it to the aisle edge (I'm in the middle of the aisle), closer to the angry man. Our eyes meet and there's some quiet understanding between us as he gives a slight nod even though his jaw is clenched tightly. I nod back and immediately turn left and continue jogging to the outer wall of the garden-- I know it's an outer wall because it's marble and smooth.
I was supposed to run past the angry man. I didn't. When I get to the marble wall-- about 100 yards away from where I turned to get away from the fight-- I make another left, which I know would take me back to the start of the race. I know it's the wrong way, but I don't feel lost at all. I'm returning to the beginning.
My feet stop hurting, and as I start sprinting again, I run past a navy blanket etched with golden threads. It's a blanket that maps the skies and the constellations.
I've no idea what happens next because I woke up... but it was very interesting. There are fragments of dream just outside my memories.... I remember running across a grassy field full of people, but I'm not sure where in the dream sequence that belongs. I'm also not sure what happened when I was running there.