Non-lucid, recall: Pandora Hearts, Driving, Daylight
The first thing that I remember is being in a bedroom with two other people who were wearing Victorian clothing. I was wearing some kind of black uniform and jacket that probably would have fit the era, but was very comfortable despite being somewhat thick. I suppose that I looked like Elliot Nightray of Pandora Hearts, but with dark hair, unto being black. My hair was also shorter than usual here, and straight, if somewhat thick. The other two were both wearing white, and they were older versions of Sharon Rainsworth and Xerxes Break from the same. See below for pictures of all three of them, but imagine the last two with white versions of what they are wearing...
Elliot: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/166/d/e/Elliot_Nightray_coloring_by_loonypin.png
Sharon: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/188/a/d/Sharon_Rainsworth___PH_C43_by_jeanna_dennis.jpg
Break: static.zerochan.net/full/25/17/143375.jpg
Moving on... I walked into or had just come into this bedroom, and it was very comfortable looking. The walls were covered with a light raised floral pattern that was just barely visible over the white underneath, and the carpet was very a soft yarn-like pale blue. I must have been barefoot at the time, come to think of it, because the floor felt cool to my touch. I was standing facing the right hand side of the bed, which was in the center of the room with the headboard up against the wall to my left. The bed was queen sized, and it had a wooden frame complete with an ornate headboard painted white, or some other color that managed to escape my notice when compared to the rest of the room. It was very high, so it may have had a double mattress under the pale blue covers. They were almost white, but not quite, there. There were three white fluffed pillows at the head, and on the side opposite me next to the wall was a wooden nightstand with a lamp on top. The lampshade was very thin and light green, with a different kind of swirling pattern that matched the walls in a darker green that showed well with the light on. The room was not overly large, though, and was at most eight yards across in either direction. Past the night stand on the wall was a door that led to a narrow hallway, and perhaps a dressing room. To the right of this and in the far right corner I could see light coming in and felt that there was another door there and perhaps some glass panels, though I do not recall them well enough to say. While I felt that I had just come into the room, there were no doors on my side of it, and so I may have simply materialized there, or something like it.
As I came into the room, Sharon turned around from her spot on the opposite side of the bed and greeted me. I went to take and kiss her hand, but Break showed up and stepped in my way. He told her something about running along, and she smiled and immediately got up and walked away into the hall/room in the back. After a few seconds, Break and I stared each other down for a moment before he said, "Yes, she is mine now." Dissatisfied with this, and sure that he had seduced and deceived her somehow, I moved him aside and made for the door. I never got there, however, because the dream faded out into another part here.
Next I was with a man that was several years my senior and had short light brown hair with glasses and a well-kept beard. He was wearing more of those Victorian clothes, but this time they were colored cream. I was my normal dream self here, but I was wearing the same clothes as in the last dream. We were driving an old tan car through an urban housing area on the outskirts of a town, and he was at the wheel. We came to a T intersection at the end of the road, and decided to stop for one reason or another. When we stopped, however, we somehow ended up coming at the intersection from the left branch of the T and pulling over just before the end of the road, whereas we had been going down the center road that ended in the T before. We got out of the car after parking it about halfway into the bright green grass. Come to think of it, it was rather bright in general here, and it must have been about midday.The sign that marked the end of the road and the T intersection was mounted on a mailbox, though the house that it marked was nowhere to be found, as those to either side of it had houses to match them already. Everything was vibrant, and there were a few weeping willow trees here and there throughout the area to provide a nice ratio of shade to like, particularly on the grass.
The other man was clearly the reason for our stopping, and as soon as we got out of the car he ran across the street and into a yard of darker green grass that the side before. This was because this lawn was covered with shade from the willows mentioned earlier, and it had a black metal fence around it with a stone path leading up to the door from the corner to the right of the T. Scattered throughout the yard were stone bird baths next to cherubic statues and the like, and the house itself was rather large, with at least two stories. It was made of red stone with black columns at each corner, each of which led up to an ornate head at the roof, following after Gothic style in architecture. The roof was shingled more or less normally, but with a dark green shingles instead of the traditional gray or whatever color it is that they use by default. An old lady in an old Victorian black and red dress, complete with parasol, was walking up towards the house, and as I caught up to my fellow man, he stopped and then soon began to follow when she reached and entered through the front door. I got the impression that she was very severe, and so was probably a bible thumping old hag, so I followed only grudgingly. He then pulled out a piece of parchment with several folds in it, and on it was written, in bold black letters...
HEAVEN IS A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL
WHERE YOU CAN WATCH THE PEOPLE YOU HATE GET HURT
( This song has been on my mind a lot recently; it is a bit of an earworm. )
Fearing the worst as far as reactions go, I grabbed his hand at the door and told him that I did not think that this was such a good idea. Ignoring me, he held the paper out towards the door and knocked on it until he got a response. Bracing myself for the impact, I was very surprised when she opened the door, stepped back for a second, read the parchment, and then laughed in an innocent and offhand manner before taking the parchment and writing her own message on the last fold and returning it to him. A bit amused but otherwise nonplussed, I stepped back and did not get a chance to read the other message, though I got the impression that it was either strongly coy or directly romantic in nature. My fellow man smiled upon reading it, and then wrote his own message in the same black script on the fold above hers. He then pealed away the last fold, the one with her message on it, to great effect. The crease seemed to burn as he tore it, so that the edges were blackened, and it became apparent that it was actually burning itself in half at the crease, rather than being torn. He handed it back to her and she giggled again before writing another and handing it back, and so on. They continued on for some time until there was just one fold of parchment left other than the original one, and there the dream fades out into another again.
Next I vaguely recall being out of doors and being forced to complete a sort of obstacle course with Break from earlier. The obstacle course was very brightly colored and reminded me of old park playgrounds in several ways. One image that I recall in particular is one of climbing through an orange tunnel with rough, humped sides that went up and over, as in a hill. Another involved jumping from one stone to the next without hitting the ground, but it was more like Break was doing the judging here, and I was doing it because he was making me at this point. That is all here.
Lastly I was inside of a large house of some kind and was attending a party for someone who reminds me of Break but was not quite like him, particularly is stature. He was rather thin and frail by comparison. He was also wearing the same kind of uniform that I was before, but his was white. On the house itself, it was single story, but the ceiling was very high and it had many spacious rooms that could have made it into a dining hall of some kind. I was now wearing some more normal clothes, such as a modern shirt and jacket, and Bobby was with me at this charade. Some friends and I were all standing around Break's look-alike in some kind of parlor, and he was telling us about the the party events and thanking us for coming. Everyone else bought into it and began walking around and mingling as soon as he was done talking, but something did not sit right with me. It seemed obvious to me that this was a trap of some kind, and that we had to get out, if at all possible. I turned towards Bob and implored him on my cause, and together we made for a side room without anyone in it and a window to the far right. As soon as I was sure that no one was looking, I grabbed the window ledge and kicked the screen out before stepping outside, and invited my fellow man to come with me urgently. He did not seem to want to go at first, but eventually came over anyway.
This plan failed somehow, though, and while I cannot remember why, we found ourselves back in the house again. But, this time we were in another room; this one was very large and circular in shape, and one third of the wall facing the outside was made of all glass panes. On the opposite side was another window like the one that I kicked out before, and I made for it with friend in tow. This time I simply grabbed the screen and ripped it out with my hand, much to my satisfaction. I was lifting my leg to climb out of it when I caught a glimpse of my mother outside of the wall of glass panes on the other side of the room. Startled, I stopped what I was doing and made for it before she could see me. There was a steel circular table in the center of the room, and I ducked behind it for cover while looking to and motioning for Bob to hide himself, as well. If my mother saw us either destroying the window or trying to escape, she would doubtless see no problem with the way that things were going with the host and say that my suspicion was baseless, thus condemning me for my acts. But, it was to no avail, unfortunately, because the legs of the table were far to thin to conceal me, or anyone, for that matter. She could not approach me from through the wall here, so I was saved from that, but before she came inside she gave me a look of disbelief and put her hands on her hips. The dream then faded out into nothingness, and that is all that I recall.
Elliot: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/166/d/e/Elliot_Nightray_coloring_by_loonypin.png
Sharon: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/188/a/d/Sharon_Rainsworth___PH_C43_by_jeanna_dennis.jpg
Break: static.zerochan.net/full/25/17/143375.jpg
Moving on... I walked into or had just come into this bedroom, and it was very comfortable looking. The walls were covered with a light raised floral pattern that was just barely visible over the white underneath, and the carpet was very a soft yarn-like pale blue. I must have been barefoot at the time, come to think of it, because the floor felt cool to my touch. I was standing facing the right hand side of the bed, which was in the center of the room with the headboard up against the wall to my left. The bed was queen sized, and it had a wooden frame complete with an ornate headboard painted white, or some other color that managed to escape my notice when compared to the rest of the room. It was very high, so it may have had a double mattress under the pale blue covers. They were almost white, but not quite, there. There were three white fluffed pillows at the head, and on the side opposite me next to the wall was a wooden nightstand with a lamp on top. The lampshade was very thin and light green, with a different kind of swirling pattern that matched the walls in a darker green that showed well with the light on. The room was not overly large, though, and was at most eight yards across in either direction. Past the night stand on the wall was a door that led to a narrow hallway, and perhaps a dressing room. To the right of this and in the far right corner I could see light coming in and felt that there was another door there and perhaps some glass panels, though I do not recall them well enough to say. While I felt that I had just come into the room, there were no doors on my side of it, and so I may have simply materialized there, or something like it.
As I came into the room, Sharon turned around from her spot on the opposite side of the bed and greeted me. I went to take and kiss her hand, but Break showed up and stepped in my way. He told her something about running along, and she smiled and immediately got up and walked away into the hall/room in the back. After a few seconds, Break and I stared each other down for a moment before he said, "Yes, she is mine now." Dissatisfied with this, and sure that he had seduced and deceived her somehow, I moved him aside and made for the door. I never got there, however, because the dream faded out into another part here.
Next I was with a man that was several years my senior and had short light brown hair with glasses and a well-kept beard. He was wearing more of those Victorian clothes, but this time they were colored cream. I was my normal dream self here, but I was wearing the same clothes as in the last dream. We were driving an old tan car through an urban housing area on the outskirts of a town, and he was at the wheel. We came to a T intersection at the end of the road, and decided to stop for one reason or another. When we stopped, however, we somehow ended up coming at the intersection from the left branch of the T and pulling over just before the end of the road, whereas we had been going down the center road that ended in the T before. We got out of the car after parking it about halfway into the bright green grass. Come to think of it, it was rather bright in general here, and it must have been about midday.The sign that marked the end of the road and the T intersection was mounted on a mailbox, though the house that it marked was nowhere to be found, as those to either side of it had houses to match them already. Everything was vibrant, and there were a few weeping willow trees here and there throughout the area to provide a nice ratio of shade to like, particularly on the grass.
The other man was clearly the reason for our stopping, and as soon as we got out of the car he ran across the street and into a yard of darker green grass that the side before. This was because this lawn was covered with shade from the willows mentioned earlier, and it had a black metal fence around it with a stone path leading up to the door from the corner to the right of the T. Scattered throughout the yard were stone bird baths next to cherubic statues and the like, and the house itself was rather large, with at least two stories. It was made of red stone with black columns at each corner, each of which led up to an ornate head at the roof, following after Gothic style in architecture. The roof was shingled more or less normally, but with a dark green shingles instead of the traditional gray or whatever color it is that they use by default. An old lady in an old Victorian black and red dress, complete with parasol, was walking up towards the house, and as I caught up to my fellow man, he stopped and then soon began to follow when she reached and entered through the front door. I got the impression that she was very severe, and so was probably a bible thumping old hag, so I followed only grudgingly. He then pulled out a piece of parchment with several folds in it, and on it was written, in bold black letters...
HEAVEN IS A SPECIAL PLACE IN HELL
WHERE YOU CAN WATCH THE PEOPLE YOU HATE GET HURT
( This song has been on my mind a lot recently; it is a bit of an earworm. )
Fearing the worst as far as reactions go, I grabbed his hand at the door and told him that I did not think that this was such a good idea. Ignoring me, he held the paper out towards the door and knocked on it until he got a response. Bracing myself for the impact, I was very surprised when she opened the door, stepped back for a second, read the parchment, and then laughed in an innocent and offhand manner before taking the parchment and writing her own message on the last fold and returning it to him. A bit amused but otherwise nonplussed, I stepped back and did not get a chance to read the other message, though I got the impression that it was either strongly coy or directly romantic in nature. My fellow man smiled upon reading it, and then wrote his own message in the same black script on the fold above hers. He then pealed away the last fold, the one with her message on it, to great effect. The crease seemed to burn as he tore it, so that the edges were blackened, and it became apparent that it was actually burning itself in half at the crease, rather than being torn. He handed it back to her and she giggled again before writing another and handing it back, and so on. They continued on for some time until there was just one fold of parchment left other than the original one, and there the dream fades out into another again.
Next I vaguely recall being out of doors and being forced to complete a sort of obstacle course with Break from earlier. The obstacle course was very brightly colored and reminded me of old park playgrounds in several ways. One image that I recall in particular is one of climbing through an orange tunnel with rough, humped sides that went up and over, as in a hill. Another involved jumping from one stone to the next without hitting the ground, but it was more like Break was doing the judging here, and I was doing it because he was making me at this point. That is all here.
Lastly I was inside of a large house of some kind and was attending a party for someone who reminds me of Break but was not quite like him, particularly is stature. He was rather thin and frail by comparison. He was also wearing the same kind of uniform that I was before, but his was white. On the house itself, it was single story, but the ceiling was very high and it had many spacious rooms that could have made it into a dining hall of some kind. I was now wearing some more normal clothes, such as a modern shirt and jacket, and Bobby was with me at this charade. Some friends and I were all standing around Break's look-alike in some kind of parlor, and he was telling us about the the party events and thanking us for coming. Everyone else bought into it and began walking around and mingling as soon as he was done talking, but something did not sit right with me. It seemed obvious to me that this was a trap of some kind, and that we had to get out, if at all possible. I turned towards Bob and implored him on my cause, and together we made for a side room without anyone in it and a window to the far right. As soon as I was sure that no one was looking, I grabbed the window ledge and kicked the screen out before stepping outside, and invited my fellow man to come with me urgently. He did not seem to want to go at first, but eventually came over anyway.
This plan failed somehow, though, and while I cannot remember why, we found ourselves back in the house again. But, this time we were in another room; this one was very large and circular in shape, and one third of the wall facing the outside was made of all glass panes. On the opposite side was another window like the one that I kicked out before, and I made for it with friend in tow. This time I simply grabbed the screen and ripped it out with my hand, much to my satisfaction. I was lifting my leg to climb out of it when I caught a glimpse of my mother outside of the wall of glass panes on the other side of the room. Startled, I stopped what I was doing and made for it before she could see me. There was a steel circular table in the center of the room, and I ducked behind it for cover while looking to and motioning for Bob to hide himself, as well. If my mother saw us either destroying the window or trying to escape, she would doubtless see no problem with the way that things were going with the host and say that my suspicion was baseless, thus condemning me for my acts. But, it was to no avail, unfortunately, because the legs of the table were far to thin to conceal me, or anyone, for that matter. She could not approach me from through the wall here, so I was saved from that, but before she came inside she gave me a look of disbelief and put her hands on her hips. The dream then faded out into nothingness, and that is all that I recall.