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recently i've had a rush of drunken dreams.
And they're slightly lucid, in a sense that I realize that they're dreams as I'm dreaming but haven't yet managed to make myself control all that's going on.
Interesting, nonetheless.
There are so many aspects to the two that even if I could remember them all, it would be irritating and mundane to read all those details. But in my dream, I located a church that made me think, "Oh, THAT's why they call it Heaven." Towering above me was an impressive marble castle emitting light at the top. Stately, Strong, Enlightening, almost. These rays shone so brightly against the ominous clouds and even as I looked up, in my dream world, I got dizzy.
I stood on the floor, in the midst of a maze of waist high walls made of burgundy brick, with pyramid formations and ramps and steps everywhere. I seemed to float above them, and lept from brick formation to brick formation, taking note of the rain that had begun to fall, and the eventual torrents that began to pool around the shoulder high pyramids.
EDIT at 4:48am, January 21
The rain continued it's downfall, and soon the brick pathways resembling wheelchair ramps were rushing with walls of water- I leap from location to location, trying to avoid being washed away. I slip, once, and find my view skewed, as if I was looking at the world while lying on my side (which technically, since i was sleeping, I was). But while I expected to feel a certain sense of cold, from splashing into the water, I found myself peculiarly aware of
the lack of water on my body. Undeterred, I manage to will myself upright, and float on.
I'm not much of an artist, but I just wish I could somehow articulate what this building looked like. There was a brick building, about a block long and something ridiculous like 20 stories high. Rising from the center of the building, as something of a second tier, bricks and blank windows rose almost as high as the eye could see. And above? A beautiful marble facade, same size and shape and orientation as the brick below, topped off with something that looked like the Ferry Building in SF or City Hall. From the ornate, gold guilded and rounded top of the building, resting peacefully on tall pillars, a light shone through, piercing the menacing grey that had covered the normally blue sky.
I can view this two ways, really. The first, an unofficial self-analyzation, can be interpreted that the building is my life. Brick, a common yet sturdy material, has laid the foundation for the water to rain upon. The various choices and situations i've made and had myself involved in can easily be represented by the various canals, ramps, and waist-high walls and pyramids I've found myself dancing upon. The rain and wind, obvious elements in life= the current situation, and future changes (Which i really know I am going to be going through). Marble, clean, smooth and pristine, is the idyllic life representing serenity in it's infinite whiteness, infinite elegance. And the top? The light shining through from the base of the building radiating out as far as the eye would allow? Well, that's the very essence of me, from the bottom, straight to the top, breaking up grey days. If this interpretation is valid (as all interpretations are, right?), then it's obvious that I have some work ahead of me. I'm only at the bottom, struggling to keep from being washed away, still trying to find my ability to fly before I can reach the palace I've dreamed of. "Oh, so THAT's what they call Heaven."
The second is your typical online Dream Dictionary. I'm not all that smart, I can't figure out most things without some help. Brick, according to
http://dream.dictionary-dream.info
indicates unsettled business and disagreements in love affairs. Magnificent buildings signify long lives of plenty, while the tower is representative of high elevations, of my aspiration. Climbing one indicates success. Torrents, however, denote "unusual trouble and anxiety". Marble seems to have significant ties with monetary needs/gains/losses. Dreaming of floating, supposedly, indicates the eventual victory over seemingly overwhelming obstacles. Dreaming of light indicates success, but the lighthouse-esque fashion of it's emanation could also be representative of difficulties and grief that will eventually disperse to make room for prosperity and happiness. To dream of light, despite it beign against an ominous and cloudy sky (no real interpretation needed for that one) indicates that success will attend me.
Sweet.
Ok forrealz. It's 5:45am and after a long night of Sailor Jerry's, a bum-status Breakfast and lunch, Blue Man Group, and then a 4 hour long Dance Party at the Bullard house, it's about time for some rest.
Sorry this post was like eighty years long.
I'm too damn lazy to LJ cut.
Sweet Dreams!
And they're slightly lucid, in a sense that I realize that they're dreams as I'm dreaming but haven't yet managed to make myself control all that's going on.
Interesting, nonetheless.
There are so many aspects to the two that even if I could remember them all, it would be irritating and mundane to read all those details. But in my dream, I located a church that made me think, "Oh, THAT's why they call it Heaven." Towering above me was an impressive marble castle emitting light at the top. Stately, Strong, Enlightening, almost. These rays shone so brightly against the ominous clouds and even as I looked up, in my dream world, I got dizzy.
I stood on the floor, in the midst of a maze of waist high walls made of burgundy brick, with pyramid formations and ramps and steps everywhere. I seemed to float above them, and lept from brick formation to brick formation, taking note of the rain that had begun to fall, and the eventual torrents that began to pool around the shoulder high pyramids.
EDIT at 4:48am, January 21
The rain continued it's downfall, and soon the brick pathways resembling wheelchair ramps were rushing with walls of water- I leap from location to location, trying to avoid being washed away. I slip, once, and find my view skewed, as if I was looking at the world while lying on my side (which technically, since i was sleeping, I was). But while I expected to feel a certain sense of cold, from splashing into the water, I found myself peculiarly aware of
the lack of water on my body. Undeterred, I manage to will myself upright, and float on.
I'm not much of an artist, but I just wish I could somehow articulate what this building looked like. There was a brick building, about a block long and something ridiculous like 20 stories high. Rising from the center of the building, as something of a second tier, bricks and blank windows rose almost as high as the eye could see. And above? A beautiful marble facade, same size and shape and orientation as the brick below, topped off with something that looked like the Ferry Building in SF or City Hall. From the ornate, gold guilded and rounded top of the building, resting peacefully on tall pillars, a light shone through, piercing the menacing grey that had covered the normally blue sky.
I can view this two ways, really. The first, an unofficial self-analyzation, can be interpreted that the building is my life. Brick, a common yet sturdy material, has laid the foundation for the water to rain upon. The various choices and situations i've made and had myself involved in can easily be represented by the various canals, ramps, and waist-high walls and pyramids I've found myself dancing upon. The rain and wind, obvious elements in life= the current situation, and future changes (Which i really know I am going to be going through). Marble, clean, smooth and pristine, is the idyllic life representing serenity in it's infinite whiteness, infinite elegance. And the top? The light shining through from the base of the building radiating out as far as the eye would allow? Well, that's the very essence of me, from the bottom, straight to the top, breaking up grey days. If this interpretation is valid (as all interpretations are, right?), then it's obvious that I have some work ahead of me. I'm only at the bottom, struggling to keep from being washed away, still trying to find my ability to fly before I can reach the palace I've dreamed of. "Oh, so THAT's what they call Heaven."
The second is your typical online Dream Dictionary. I'm not all that smart, I can't figure out most things without some help. Brick, according to
http://dream.dictionary-dream.info
indicates unsettled business and disagreements in love affairs. Magnificent buildings signify long lives of plenty, while the tower is representative of high elevations, of my aspiration. Climbing one indicates success. Torrents, however, denote "unusual trouble and anxiety". Marble seems to have significant ties with monetary needs/gains/losses. Dreaming of floating, supposedly, indicates the eventual victory over seemingly overwhelming obstacles. Dreaming of light indicates success, but the lighthouse-esque fashion of it's emanation could also be representative of difficulties and grief that will eventually disperse to make room for prosperity and happiness. To dream of light, despite it beign against an ominous and cloudy sky (no real interpretation needed for that one) indicates that success will attend me.
Sweet.
Ok forrealz. It's 5:45am and after a long night of Sailor Jerry's, a bum-status Breakfast and lunch, Blue Man Group, and then a 4 hour long Dance Party at the Bullard house, it's about time for some rest.
Sorry this post was like eighty years long.
I'm too damn lazy to LJ cut.
Sweet Dreams!