A Moment of Surreal
I am a vivid dreamer. I always have been. And the kind of person that takes some dreams as a means of my subconcious trying to communicate with me. Sometimes... its just entertainment (such as my zombie dreams). But when I have a particularly tactile dream... such as the one I had last night... I usually sit up and take notice. And start wondering what the hell that meant.
I was at a beach house. There's a particular house on the beach that plays strongly into my childhood, and this one had definite similarities though it wasn't the same. Long hallway to the door that opened into the house from the road and that broad looking out over the water back deck. Watch the first step, though... because this house wasn't looking out over grass and gentle slope down into the water... this one let out over a cliff that you had to work your way down an impossibly long time to reach the water for. I mean... impossibly long.
Inception may have inspired my internal dialogue, here. Surreal is definitely the word for this dream. Rich colors, rich images, rich sounds. The brine and half dead smell that comes away from real surf was definitely there... and the sensation of 'thoom' that invades your body when standing close to crashing waves. All there. And the detail of climbing down toward the sand over crumbling rock that really no one should have been climbing down.
The real sensation in my dream, though, included me impaling my foot on something.
I don't remember how I did it. I remember that I was on the sand when I did it. And that I had to pull myself back up the cliff face to the house, and sitting on the steps leading down to the water, watching the surf down below and being aggrivated that I wasn't soaking in sea salt, I had to pull _something_ out of my foot. Something that was always there, that I was consistently pulling... piece by piece by piece... out without end. The pieces were spine like... translucent, long fucking things that _hurt_.
Remember I said tactile?
For everyone I slid out, I found another cluster of them. About the time I was getting frustrated by that, I noticed the rest of my leg, and it didn't look like a leg. Or rather... it didn't look like flesh. It was mine. It was me, and attached to me. But visually it had the quality of infected wood, rough and seeping fluid from places it shouldn't have. I had this stomach sinking when I pulled a piece of it away from the rest and realized how much of me I was going to loose trying to fix the infection. So I went back to the foot, and the removal of spines, and sensation of them sliding out of the skin. After a moment, dreamwise, I closed my eyes, and just kept pulling until I could feel any more of them... then moved up my leg without opening my eyes and started pushing that infected whatever that needed to go off of my leg as well... until it felt okay, and I felt drained.
Strange... and surreal.
And then zombie children invaded my beach house and last_bastion and I killed them with baseball bats. The dream turned into entertainment. *smiles*
Raen.
I was at a beach house. There's a particular house on the beach that plays strongly into my childhood, and this one had definite similarities though it wasn't the same. Long hallway to the door that opened into the house from the road and that broad looking out over the water back deck. Watch the first step, though... because this house wasn't looking out over grass and gentle slope down into the water... this one let out over a cliff that you had to work your way down an impossibly long time to reach the water for. I mean... impossibly long.
Inception may have inspired my internal dialogue, here. Surreal is definitely the word for this dream. Rich colors, rich images, rich sounds. The brine and half dead smell that comes away from real surf was definitely there... and the sensation of 'thoom' that invades your body when standing close to crashing waves. All there. And the detail of climbing down toward the sand over crumbling rock that really no one should have been climbing down.
The real sensation in my dream, though, included me impaling my foot on something.
I don't remember how I did it. I remember that I was on the sand when I did it. And that I had to pull myself back up the cliff face to the house, and sitting on the steps leading down to the water, watching the surf down below and being aggrivated that I wasn't soaking in sea salt, I had to pull _something_ out of my foot. Something that was always there, that I was consistently pulling... piece by piece by piece... out without end. The pieces were spine like... translucent, long fucking things that _hurt_.
Remember I said tactile?
For everyone I slid out, I found another cluster of them. About the time I was getting frustrated by that, I noticed the rest of my leg, and it didn't look like a leg. Or rather... it didn't look like flesh. It was mine. It was me, and attached to me. But visually it had the quality of infected wood, rough and seeping fluid from places it shouldn't have. I had this stomach sinking when I pulled a piece of it away from the rest and realized how much of me I was going to loose trying to fix the infection. So I went back to the foot, and the removal of spines, and sensation of them sliding out of the skin. After a moment, dreamwise, I closed my eyes, and just kept pulling until I could feel any more of them... then moved up my leg without opening my eyes and started pushing that infected whatever that needed to go off of my leg as well... until it felt okay, and I felt drained.
Strange... and surreal.
And then zombie children invaded my beach house and last_bastion and I killed them with baseball bats. The dream turned into entertainment. *smiles*
Raen.