Dreamscape: The Gathering
I often have many dreams during the night. Some are nightmares and some are just strange dreams. What they have in common is that they're exceptionally vivid and they stay with me until I do something about them, like tell someone else or write them down. I can't get them out of my head until I do this. So I'll be posting many of my nightmares and dreams here.
A little background on this dream - Missy is my sister who died a few years ago, and Delilah was my mother's Great Dane who just died last year. I don't know why the dead always inhabit my dreams, but the do, often.
The Gathering
It started out that I was late for school. Something happened and I couldn’t do laundry, and for some reason we had another girl living there with us who had worn all of my clothes. My options were to wear something dirty or borrow something from one of my sisters. I chose to borrow something from Missy because she had the nicest clothes. I had a pair of my own jeans, which fit me nicely and I was surprised to realize that I had lost some weight, so they didn’t ‘hang over’ at all. This made wearing one of Missy’s shirts more possible because I wouldn’t look horribly fat. Missy is smaller than I am, so her shirts will be very tight and short on me. I found one I fell in love with. It was white and had small red rosebuds all over it, there was a touch of lace near the shoulders by the neck and a few buttons by the neck. It was loose on her so sort of fit me, though it was quarter length sleeves and ended up as a skintight crop top. While I’m getting dressed, Missy is helping me by spritzing me with perfume. The perfume was nice, a pleasant scent that I would wear normally - a little flowery, a little musky. However, she sprays what feels like the whole damned bottle on me! I’m like, ‘I don’t need another shower, I already took one!’ She was apologetic and stopped, but not after spraying my hair, my neck, my arms, my back, my stomach, my knees, and a few random spots in between.
I’m rushing to get to school. I’m late. I hate being late, but I always manage to be late. There’s a function at school today. A reenactment of sorts, ages ago there was a crash of a comet into the lands near the school. The elders didn’t know what to do. Everyone was in a panic. In the end it all turned out fine. They came to realize that it was just a hunk of rock, not the gods, not aliens, not anything. There was a class in the school, about the comet, not many people took it, but there were a few of us. I was one of them. Also in the class, we were role-playing characters from the time period.
When I get to school, I meet in my main class, and put on my garb. What surprises me is my garb consists of a sheet, with the neck cut out in the center and a sword belt around it, the sides open to the breeze - usually a piece like this was worn by knights overtop of their armor, generally it would have their crests emblazoned on the front. This is surprising because I have better garb in real life, I actually have a few dresses, chemises, and bodices, and so I don’t know why I only had a simple sheet. The tabard (I think it’s called a tabard…) was worn over top of my clothes.
The whole class is buzzing. They all know ‘something’ is coming, but no one knows what. Only the people in the one class know what’s going on. There’s a classmate in my homeroom class with me. We begin talking, old style, about what’s going on and how we’re going to travel to the gathering. There’s a small dog. It comes out of nowhere and tries to attack us. We put it down by holding our staves against it - our staves consist of pool noodles. The dog stops and plays dead. Delilah, our old Great Dane, is there, laying on the floor in front of me, in my way. I try to step around her without stepping on her. We’ve decided to travel to the gathering, he in the rear and I up front.
We meet in the main assembly hall, which is a square with a hall around the entire perimeter and large classrooms at each of the primary four corners. Minor halls lead off from behind the classrooms and lead to the rest of the school. We walk over valleys and scrublands somehow and finally get to the assembly hall. It’s a vision of turmoil. All kinds of students are here in a panic, not knowing what’s going on or what’s happening or why they’re there. The class we lead here is beginning to break up into smaller groups, talking and worrying. We lead the ones that we can through the throngs. We hear from other comet classmates that there’s a meeting of the elders in one of the main halls. We head there.
The elders don’t know what’s going on. It’s chaos in the room. The classmates and I try to explain to the elders that nothing bad is going to happen, just a chunk of rock will crash into the land and leave a scar for many years. The rock is special, but not the sign of the coming of the end, like they fear.
I wake up during the discussion.
A little background on this dream - Missy is my sister who died a few years ago, and Delilah was my mother's Great Dane who just died last year. I don't know why the dead always inhabit my dreams, but the do, often.
The Gathering
It started out that I was late for school. Something happened and I couldn’t do laundry, and for some reason we had another girl living there with us who had worn all of my clothes. My options were to wear something dirty or borrow something from one of my sisters. I chose to borrow something from Missy because she had the nicest clothes. I had a pair of my own jeans, which fit me nicely and I was surprised to realize that I had lost some weight, so they didn’t ‘hang over’ at all. This made wearing one of Missy’s shirts more possible because I wouldn’t look horribly fat. Missy is smaller than I am, so her shirts will be very tight and short on me. I found one I fell in love with. It was white and had small red rosebuds all over it, there was a touch of lace near the shoulders by the neck and a few buttons by the neck. It was loose on her so sort of fit me, though it was quarter length sleeves and ended up as a skintight crop top. While I’m getting dressed, Missy is helping me by spritzing me with perfume. The perfume was nice, a pleasant scent that I would wear normally - a little flowery, a little musky. However, she sprays what feels like the whole damned bottle on me! I’m like, ‘I don’t need another shower, I already took one!’ She was apologetic and stopped, but not after spraying my hair, my neck, my arms, my back, my stomach, my knees, and a few random spots in between.
I’m rushing to get to school. I’m late. I hate being late, but I always manage to be late. There’s a function at school today. A reenactment of sorts, ages ago there was a crash of a comet into the lands near the school. The elders didn’t know what to do. Everyone was in a panic. In the end it all turned out fine. They came to realize that it was just a hunk of rock, not the gods, not aliens, not anything. There was a class in the school, about the comet, not many people took it, but there were a few of us. I was one of them. Also in the class, we were role-playing characters from the time period.
When I get to school, I meet in my main class, and put on my garb. What surprises me is my garb consists of a sheet, with the neck cut out in the center and a sword belt around it, the sides open to the breeze - usually a piece like this was worn by knights overtop of their armor, generally it would have their crests emblazoned on the front. This is surprising because I have better garb in real life, I actually have a few dresses, chemises, and bodices, and so I don’t know why I only had a simple sheet. The tabard (I think it’s called a tabard…) was worn over top of my clothes.
The whole class is buzzing. They all know ‘something’ is coming, but no one knows what. Only the people in the one class know what’s going on. There’s a classmate in my homeroom class with me. We begin talking, old style, about what’s going on and how we’re going to travel to the gathering. There’s a small dog. It comes out of nowhere and tries to attack us. We put it down by holding our staves against it - our staves consist of pool noodles. The dog stops and plays dead. Delilah, our old Great Dane, is there, laying on the floor in front of me, in my way. I try to step around her without stepping on her. We’ve decided to travel to the gathering, he in the rear and I up front.
We meet in the main assembly hall, which is a square with a hall around the entire perimeter and large classrooms at each of the primary four corners. Minor halls lead off from behind the classrooms and lead to the rest of the school. We walk over valleys and scrublands somehow and finally get to the assembly hall. It’s a vision of turmoil. All kinds of students are here in a panic, not knowing what’s going on or what’s happening or why they’re there. The class we lead here is beginning to break up into smaller groups, talking and worrying. We lead the ones that we can through the throngs. We hear from other comet classmates that there’s a meeting of the elders in one of the main halls. We head there.
The elders don’t know what’s going on. It’s chaos in the room. The classmates and I try to explain to the elders that nothing bad is going to happen, just a chunk of rock will crash into the land and leave a scar for many years. The rock is special, but not the sign of the coming of the end, like they fear.
I wake up during the discussion.