Last night's dream was sufficiently weird that I feel compelled to record it. As usual my memories of it are a little fuzzy.
It started with me as Yuna, or maybe me watching Yuna. We were on a big rocky hill? cliff? with little patches of stubborn greenery poking up. Someone whistled or called out, and she/I headed through a gap between two stone walls to see what the problem was. The entire scene looked like it had been rendered in FFX/X-2 graphics. We walked through this gap in the walls and saw two children, perhaps 8 years old, who laughed and ran away, with Yuna running after them. And I stood atop this massive cliff with two guys and another girl (who might have been
sabrielrose but I'm not sure). It led into a massively deep canyon, but there was kind of a "step" in between. The rock shelf we stood on was perhaps 20 feet wide, and then there was a 10-foot drop to a second rock shelf about 15 feet wide, covered in hardy plants that were hanging on for dear life. Then there was a several hundred (thousand?) foot drop into the depths of the ravine, but our friends were already down there, waving enthusiastically, and we were calling back and forth to each other without much difficulty.
Apparently we all wished to go skydiving from here (??) and all had parachutes on. Then from nowhere a massive wave rose up from the ravine, towering hundreds of feet over our heads, and then crashed toward us. Miraculously it did not kill us, but instead was like being in the Atlantic on a relatively windy day. I realized I had lost my glasses, but it turned out they were in the museum we had gone to earlier (??) so that was fine. I jumped down onto the lower rock shelf, took a deep breath, ran forward and leapt headlong into the ravine, which was both a ravine and an ocean somehow at the same time, and the other girl and I had our hands clasped together and we were spinning and flying and it was completely awesome.
I have the weirdest dreams.
And I woke up with the cat sleeping on my chest. O.o;
I think my brain is broken. *pokes it idly* Ah well, back to the salt mines.