DREAM: June 13th
Dream from the evening of
June 13th, 2012
Dancing in water and with a troupe that I wasn't really good enough to be with, but they accepted/tolerated my being there. Dances in and out of water.
Me and friends living in established area in a a very 'Fallout 3' landscape. Go for food and find that an old Putt-Putt place, inside the building, has become a place for food, supplies, and prostitution. We get our supplies then head back 'home' to a safe and old converted building with few windows and very little furniture aside from beds and a few chairs. Not sure, from the inside, if building is completely above ground. Feels like the next dream takes place in the same building, but is in a half of the building that is located below ground level. It feels like a buried monastery where just the upper floores break the surface, but it also feels like it was built this way. The building is very old inside and very dark with dark floors, dark woods, and high ceilings.
Me crawling though old and ancient house.
I hear sounds in my head as if a great storm is raging with thunder and lightning and pipe organ while many voices are loudly and urgently compelling me to loudly warn or command the 'nuns' or 'sisters';
"Exonerate!"
"You have a dark sign on a dark moon."
"You are the black sign of the dark nine on the dark half of the moon."
three layes or cloth. Red, white, and brown, form entire cloak. 'hood' is white (middle layer), outside of cloak is brown (tan), interior is red. They wrap loosely around me, but do not fall off and I can move freely within them
'sisters' of some cult that I had a message for from higher powers. I was the messenger. It was strange how I could hear the voices speaking directly to me to relay the message. On waking still can recall the sound and words and voice as if I am recalling a movie that I have seen
These are initial notes on this dream that I jotted down when I woke up. Will post more on this later.
June 13th, 2012
Dancing in water and with a troupe that I wasn't really good enough to be with, but they accepted/tolerated my being there. Dances in and out of water.
Me and friends living in established area in a a very 'Fallout 3' landscape. Go for food and find that an old Putt-Putt place, inside the building, has become a place for food, supplies, and prostitution. We get our supplies then head back 'home' to a safe and old converted building with few windows and very little furniture aside from beds and a few chairs. Not sure, from the inside, if building is completely above ground. Feels like the next dream takes place in the same building, but is in a half of the building that is located below ground level. It feels like a buried monastery where just the upper floores break the surface, but it also feels like it was built this way. The building is very old inside and very dark with dark floors, dark woods, and high ceilings.
Me crawling though old and ancient house.
I hear sounds in my head as if a great storm is raging with thunder and lightning and pipe organ while many voices are loudly and urgently compelling me to loudly warn or command the 'nuns' or 'sisters';
"Exonerate!"
"You have a dark sign on a dark moon."
"You are the black sign of the dark nine on the dark half of the moon."
three layes or cloth. Red, white, and brown, form entire cloak. 'hood' is white (middle layer), outside of cloak is brown (tan), interior is red. They wrap loosely around me, but do not fall off and I can move freely within them
'sisters' of some cult that I had a message for from higher powers. I was the messenger. It was strange how I could hear the voices speaking directly to me to relay the message. On waking still can recall the sound and words and voice as if I am recalling a movie that I have seen
These are initial notes on this dream that I jotted down when I woke up. Will post more on this later.