Strange Dreams
Last two nights, I've had two dreams with images that really stuck with me.
The first I can only call "grey". I don't remember why I was there, but I was in some bedraggled town where everything was just... washed out. There was no sun, only an endless grey sky. It was rocky... and in the middle of some kind of archipelago, I think, because there were a lot of tall rocks/mountains jutting out of the water everywhere. Then we were attacked by... a witch? Best way to describe it, I suppose. A wicked witch! There was a glorious battle, twirling high up into the air. We won, of course ;-) But not without losses... Those that remained piled into a boat, and set sail to search for the sun. That's where the dream ended.
Last night's dream was overly complex and I can't remember most of it. But there was one part that I remember very clearly. We were out in the desert, a whole civilization of us... And there were women clothed in white, dancers. I was one of them. The dance we were going to do was some kind of ritual. We danced, and danced, and kept dancing on the dunes until the wind and sand shredded us all. But I reformed, with something in my hand. And there was a voice in my head that said, very clearly, "The others danced and were consumed by sorrow. You danced for joy, and were thus not consumed." This thing - a little jade building, I think - was very important. I stumbled over to Wesley and collapsed, one arm around him and the other clutching this artifact. "It's ours now," I said to him. There were other parts, too: a gunslinger chasing us; reading the diary of one of the dancers who was, oddly, describing dreams she was having that she was going to peel away and also telling more of the gunslinger; and an old, broken-down house.
I find it interesting that one night I dream of a cold, grey, watery landscape, and the next I dream of the hot, bright, dry desert. If nothing else, these dreams should serve as plot bunnies for NaNoWriMo (which I note from my e-mail is coming up soon!)
The first I can only call "grey". I don't remember why I was there, but I was in some bedraggled town where everything was just... washed out. There was no sun, only an endless grey sky. It was rocky... and in the middle of some kind of archipelago, I think, because there were a lot of tall rocks/mountains jutting out of the water everywhere. Then we were attacked by... a witch? Best way to describe it, I suppose. A wicked witch! There was a glorious battle, twirling high up into the air. We won, of course ;-) But not without losses... Those that remained piled into a boat, and set sail to search for the sun. That's where the dream ended.
Last night's dream was overly complex and I can't remember most of it. But there was one part that I remember very clearly. We were out in the desert, a whole civilization of us... And there were women clothed in white, dancers. I was one of them. The dance we were going to do was some kind of ritual. We danced, and danced, and kept dancing on the dunes until the wind and sand shredded us all. But I reformed, with something in my hand. And there was a voice in my head that said, very clearly, "The others danced and were consumed by sorrow. You danced for joy, and were thus not consumed." This thing - a little jade building, I think - was very important. I stumbled over to Wesley and collapsed, one arm around him and the other clutching this artifact. "It's ours now," I said to him. There were other parts, too: a gunslinger chasing us; reading the diary of one of the dancers who was, oddly, describing dreams she was having that she was going to peel away and also telling more of the gunslinger; and an old, broken-down house.
I find it interesting that one night I dream of a cold, grey, watery landscape, and the next I dream of the hot, bright, dry desert. If nothing else, these dreams should serve as plot bunnies for NaNoWriMo (which I note from my e-mail is coming up soon!)