I can hear the sound of your laugh through the wall.
I would like to start keeping a dream journal. I'd also like to start painting scenes from my dreams.
Dream 1:
I was Alyssa Milano dressed as a Valkyrie. I was in a land where humans were minorities. There were ogres and centaurs, trolls made from leaves and walking trees. In this world, whenever trees are to make a new tree, it breaks in two: an impregnated mobile female and a stationary male. The female must go and eat live beings to sustain her sapling. She is accompanied by the leaf trolls when she is hunting. A few of the females have reached this point, have split from their partners, and are towering over us. Midway up her massive trunk, light shines through and her sapling can be seen in her protruding belly, a translucent membrane held together and in place with vines. I'm running away, along with centaurs and giants, from these female trees complaining that they're fat. In an attempt to gain their pity, I shout up how beautiful they are while running but it's of no use. I hide behind some free standing roman columns but none of the other creatures stop running so I assume it's not the best place. Retreating under a bridge with a female centaur, I still don't sense we've escaped. A large vine like root whips around the corner of the pillar, swiftly snatches the screaming centaur, and I'm left alone and terrified. The vines come back, feeling around the sides of the bridge and getting ever closer to me but never actually touching me. I climb up higher, the vines retreat. For a moment I'm relieved having thought I'd survived the attack but then a leaf dwarf comes around the corner. This creature's job is to act as eyes of the tree, to seek out the life that eludes the vines and roots. Once it saw me, it hurried off to inform the tree; I broke his neck. Gathering the survivors, we retreat to the forest. The females have all gone but the talking males remain, taunting us. We find a small childlike being on the forest floor. She is pale and soft and orange in color with an almost ethereal glow and puffy tear stained cheeks. She tells us that a tree has taken her friend, we ask why the tree hadn't taken her as well, how did she manage to get away? A male tree shouts down, "Why would a tree take a rotten piece of fruit on the ground when it could have a rose?" She was a peach. We come to a clearing in the woods with a shopping mall. We go in to find anything that will help us defend ourselves which just so happens to be frisbees and superhero costumes. After we leave the store, I'm a new person. This time, a black man and I'm no longer running from trees but in search of my grandmother's house. I'm in a neighborhood unfamiliar to me. After wandering a few streets, I spot a house that I feel acquainted with. I go inside and find an elderly white woman wading in an in ground pool in her living room watching a big screen tv. I greet her as my grandmother and talk to her as if she were but then realize as a black man, this white woman probably isn't my grandmother and I apologize for the confusion. I walk around the house, bewildered, because it all seems so familiar still. I hear the sounds of struggle, splashing and gurgling. Two men have broken in and are trying to drown the woman. I hide under a blanket but half of me still sticks out and I'm found. I attack the man with a screw driver, I stab him several times in the neck. His skin has the consistency of clay and he never bleeds. Then I go after the man who is still struggling with the elderly lady. I stab him in the eye with a hypodermic needle, wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze. Then, with a rock, I beat his face in until there's only a hole and some teeth left. By this time, the lady had already called the authorities and flashing lights and sirens filled the room. An urgent need to leave came over me and I left out the back window, over the fence in the backyard. It occured to me, however, that I must put my hoodie on or they'll spot my bright red hair for sure and I realize I'm in my own body now. I ride my bike down street after street only to discover cul de sacs at the end of every one.
Dream 2:
I've been selected to lead an army in a mock war. Before the war begins, I try to assess my troops knowledge of war tactics and skills. Bow and arrows, grenades, machine guns, rifles, and hand guns are all at our disposal and I try to figure out who should have what and where they should be positioned. The war begins too soon so I just hope for the best as I yell out orders to my misguided troops. I run to the far ends of our zone along a mountain side to instruct the sniper with a grappling gun how he should go about shooting and I kill a few opposing fighters that had somehow made it over our line and into our territory, out to kill our sniper. On my way back, I find the leader of the other side and attempt to kill him without success as he just flags me away, saying only, "Stop it." Part of the battle ground is taking place inside an old abandoned mall. I find one of my soldiers, a young girl, crouched down in an old dress shop, gripping her assault rifle to her chest, crying softly and motionless in her camouflage fatigues.
Dream 1:
I was Alyssa Milano dressed as a Valkyrie. I was in a land where humans were minorities. There were ogres and centaurs, trolls made from leaves and walking trees. In this world, whenever trees are to make a new tree, it breaks in two: an impregnated mobile female and a stationary male. The female must go and eat live beings to sustain her sapling. She is accompanied by the leaf trolls when she is hunting. A few of the females have reached this point, have split from their partners, and are towering over us. Midway up her massive trunk, light shines through and her sapling can be seen in her protruding belly, a translucent membrane held together and in place with vines. I'm running away, along with centaurs and giants, from these female trees complaining that they're fat. In an attempt to gain their pity, I shout up how beautiful they are while running but it's of no use. I hide behind some free standing roman columns but none of the other creatures stop running so I assume it's not the best place. Retreating under a bridge with a female centaur, I still don't sense we've escaped. A large vine like root whips around the corner of the pillar, swiftly snatches the screaming centaur, and I'm left alone and terrified. The vines come back, feeling around the sides of the bridge and getting ever closer to me but never actually touching me. I climb up higher, the vines retreat. For a moment I'm relieved having thought I'd survived the attack but then a leaf dwarf comes around the corner. This creature's job is to act as eyes of the tree, to seek out the life that eludes the vines and roots. Once it saw me, it hurried off to inform the tree; I broke his neck. Gathering the survivors, we retreat to the forest. The females have all gone but the talking males remain, taunting us. We find a small childlike being on the forest floor. She is pale and soft and orange in color with an almost ethereal glow and puffy tear stained cheeks. She tells us that a tree has taken her friend, we ask why the tree hadn't taken her as well, how did she manage to get away? A male tree shouts down, "Why would a tree take a rotten piece of fruit on the ground when it could have a rose?" She was a peach. We come to a clearing in the woods with a shopping mall. We go in to find anything that will help us defend ourselves which just so happens to be frisbees and superhero costumes. After we leave the store, I'm a new person. This time, a black man and I'm no longer running from trees but in search of my grandmother's house. I'm in a neighborhood unfamiliar to me. After wandering a few streets, I spot a house that I feel acquainted with. I go inside and find an elderly white woman wading in an in ground pool in her living room watching a big screen tv. I greet her as my grandmother and talk to her as if she were but then realize as a black man, this white woman probably isn't my grandmother and I apologize for the confusion. I walk around the house, bewildered, because it all seems so familiar still. I hear the sounds of struggle, splashing and gurgling. Two men have broken in and are trying to drown the woman. I hide under a blanket but half of me still sticks out and I'm found. I attack the man with a screw driver, I stab him several times in the neck. His skin has the consistency of clay and he never bleeds. Then I go after the man who is still struggling with the elderly lady. I stab him in the eye with a hypodermic needle, wrap my hands around his throat and squeeze. Then, with a rock, I beat his face in until there's only a hole and some teeth left. By this time, the lady had already called the authorities and flashing lights and sirens filled the room. An urgent need to leave came over me and I left out the back window, over the fence in the backyard. It occured to me, however, that I must put my hoodie on or they'll spot my bright red hair for sure and I realize I'm in my own body now. I ride my bike down street after street only to discover cul de sacs at the end of every one.
Dream 2:
I've been selected to lead an army in a mock war. Before the war begins, I try to assess my troops knowledge of war tactics and skills. Bow and arrows, grenades, machine guns, rifles, and hand guns are all at our disposal and I try to figure out who should have what and where they should be positioned. The war begins too soon so I just hope for the best as I yell out orders to my misguided troops. I run to the far ends of our zone along a mountain side to instruct the sniper with a grappling gun how he should go about shooting and I kill a few opposing fighters that had somehow made it over our line and into our territory, out to kill our sniper. On my way back, I find the leader of the other side and attempt to kill him without success as he just flags me away, saying only, "Stop it." Part of the battle ground is taking place inside an old abandoned mall. I find one of my soldiers, a young girl, crouched down in an old dress shop, gripping her assault rifle to her chest, crying softly and motionless in her camouflage fatigues.