Dreams, dreams, of when we had just started things...
I have the best, most interesting dreams in morning, when I've been woken up and fallen back asleep. They tend to have thick, linear plots and I never know I'm dreaming.
This morning I had a very, very odd and wonderful dream. I was a college student, living in a high rise apartment. I woke up and went to catch the bus. In the shelter was an old woman. She had no hands and she was crying "My pretties, my pretties they're gone!" I was afraid of her, so I ran into the other bus shelter where there was an old man. He smiled at me and took my hand and suddenly everything melted away.
It was time travel. I had gone back in time, and I had to change the past somehow. This is where it all gets fuzzy. I met a young woman and young man, and we were all working together, trying to change something terrible that had happened. I wish I could remember the details, but by I time I woke up it was all gone.
The end of the dream was what seemed so strange and wonderful. Somehow we fixed the past, and I suddenly found myself waking up in my high rise apartment again, and I knew it was the same day. I ran down to the the bus stop, and there was the woman, but she had both hands and she didn't look nearly so old or ruined. I knew her at once- she was the woman from the past, but I realized she was also me. I realized that when I went back to the present (Future) she (or I) had stayed behind and grown old, but that the changes we had made meant that she (I) was this beautiful happy older woman instead of that broken, handless, crying one.
We knew each other at once and it was like I had only left the past minutes before (which was how it felt to me) and I ran up to her and we hugged and laughed. It was strange, because she was my friend who had helped me, but I also knew now she was me too. I know that means there were two mes in the past, but somehow it made sense.
I knew something should be happening, and I looked at her (me?) questioningly, and she smiled at me and said "Who did you meet here the first time?" and I knew at once that I had to find the old man, and also I knew he was my other friend from the past. I ran out of the shelter and started looking for him. I found him, still dressed in an old-fashioned tux with tails, sitting in an alley. It was strange, because while the woman was aged but happy, he was still as young as he'd been in the past but he was confused, senile. I took his hand and suddenly the light came back into his eyes and we ran back toward the bus station hand in hand, and he kissed my hand as he ran.
And here is the strangest bit... although he was lucid now he didn't seem to remember anything that had happened, and he went to get on the bus, and I was confused and worried because I knew something was supposed to happen and it hadn't. Then he turned and ran back and kissed me goodbye, and as soon as his lips touched my cheek the years started to come back on him and he crumpled and curled up on the sidewalk with all the years coming on him at once, getting older and older, scared and not knowing what was happening. I put my arms around him and I said "It's okay. This has all happened before. This is how it happens." It sounds terrible, but it seemed totally right, like he had been stuck outside of time and I was drawing him back into the world.
And then I woke up.
What the heck does that all mean? Beside the fact that I've been watching too much Doctor Who of course ; )
This morning I had a very, very odd and wonderful dream. I was a college student, living in a high rise apartment. I woke up and went to catch the bus. In the shelter was an old woman. She had no hands and she was crying "My pretties, my pretties they're gone!" I was afraid of her, so I ran into the other bus shelter where there was an old man. He smiled at me and took my hand and suddenly everything melted away.
It was time travel. I had gone back in time, and I had to change the past somehow. This is where it all gets fuzzy. I met a young woman and young man, and we were all working together, trying to change something terrible that had happened. I wish I could remember the details, but by I time I woke up it was all gone.
The end of the dream was what seemed so strange and wonderful. Somehow we fixed the past, and I suddenly found myself waking up in my high rise apartment again, and I knew it was the same day. I ran down to the the bus stop, and there was the woman, but she had both hands and she didn't look nearly so old or ruined. I knew her at once- she was the woman from the past, but I realized she was also me. I realized that when I went back to the present (Future) she (or I) had stayed behind and grown old, but that the changes we had made meant that she (I) was this beautiful happy older woman instead of that broken, handless, crying one.
We knew each other at once and it was like I had only left the past minutes before (which was how it felt to me) and I ran up to her and we hugged and laughed. It was strange, because she was my friend who had helped me, but I also knew now she was me too. I know that means there were two mes in the past, but somehow it made sense.
I knew something should be happening, and I looked at her (me?) questioningly, and she smiled at me and said "Who did you meet here the first time?" and I knew at once that I had to find the old man, and also I knew he was my other friend from the past. I ran out of the shelter and started looking for him. I found him, still dressed in an old-fashioned tux with tails, sitting in an alley. It was strange, because while the woman was aged but happy, he was still as young as he'd been in the past but he was confused, senile. I took his hand and suddenly the light came back into his eyes and we ran back toward the bus station hand in hand, and he kissed my hand as he ran.
And here is the strangest bit... although he was lucid now he didn't seem to remember anything that had happened, and he went to get on the bus, and I was confused and worried because I knew something was supposed to happen and it hadn't. Then he turned and ran back and kissed me goodbye, and as soon as his lips touched my cheek the years started to come back on him and he crumpled and curled up on the sidewalk with all the years coming on him at once, getting older and older, scared and not knowing what was happening. I put my arms around him and I said "It's okay. This has all happened before. This is how it happens." It sounds terrible, but it seemed totally right, like he had been stuck outside of time and I was drawing him back into the world.
And then I woke up.
What the heck does that all mean? Beside the fact that I've been watching too much Doctor Who of course ; )