This Mind Isn't So [Cool Like]
In the past week, I've had two dreams about Charlie McDonnell (known better on Youtube as Charlieissocoollike). One of them makes earthly sense, the other doesn't. I'll just... narrate them now.
Singers and Dragons.
It was quite obvious that I was in the All-State choir at the time. The place neither looked like this year's All-State in both location and number of people, but somehow, it was established that I was, in fact, singing with the All-State choir. This girl I had befriended and I were making friends with Charlie McDonnell and his friend about going into the village for luncheon (yes, I had said luncheon in my dream).
I'm sorry the narrative is a bit long and nonsensical, but I must describe every piece of the dream I remember.
The friend I had with me. She had long and wavy dark brown hair. And she was quite thin, but I remember that her face was quite long. She was a soprano. Charlie's friend was tall and dark tan in contrast to Charlie's fairer skin. However, their hair-colors were approximately the same shade. He had a large nose and large eyes with a simple bowl cut. He was tall and a bass.
As we talked a bit more about our plans in the village, I didn't necessarily look around (mostly because I was focused on the plans) but I sensed my surroundings. We were in a large gothic (as in the architecture, not the modern stylistic connotations) cathedral with a domed top. The sky was not blue, but rather, the color scheme throughout the church was of reds, browns, and faded golds. Intricate paintings of scenes with angels loomed above us (yes, all of this sounds purply, Sabrina, but I'm not in it for prose-quality. Just for description). Well, I wouldn't say the color scheme was mostly red, per se, but rather, red-orange, mostly.
I didn't dream about the lunch plans.
The faceless and body-less (and actually, voiceless) conductor told us to go back to our seats. Suddenly, I found myself in a high and far pew, maybe a full story above the conductor. The pew rows slanted upwards so that there were a good 20, 30 (maybe more?) rows between the conductor and me. When I stood, the top of the back of the pew reached mid-shin. If I fell forward, I felt I would die.
I looked down and to my right. There was Charlie. The anomaly in this is simply that Charlie is a boy and we weren't in mixed formation. Charlie is a tenor. I think. Either way, in a traditional choir in traditional formation, he would be nowhere near my direct right side next to the girls. Because the basses would be there. Aside from that, we weren't in traditional formation. From left to right, we were B2B1T2T1A2A1S2S1, which, as you can see, the tenors are on the left not the right. So yes, that's weird.
He was looking behind him. At first, I thought he was looking at me. But then, I figured he was looking behind me. I looked behind me and saw another tend rows up. I saw both this red head with shoulder length hair and a girl who looked a lot like the female friend I described earlier (but I'm not really sure it's her). But he didn't seem to be looking at them. I looked back between Charlie and what was behind me, and I couldn't find anything.
I looked up at the ceiling, then. Even though I knew the dome was intricate and that there were at least ten rows behind me, there was a white ceiling above me. Y'know, the type that's in every home. That white ceiling. It seemed like there were bits of glitter attached to it. If I reached up, I felt like I could touch it, but I was standing on the kneeler of my pew... in my performance heels. So if I reached up and tried to touch it, I'd fall and hurt myself. So I didn't.
The dream cuts to Charlie's house. I'm not quite sure I'm in his room or anything that looks like his room, but for some odd reason, he's chasing me and I'm chasing him, but we're both trying to avoid each other. Then, I come across this playset, and I figure that I can hide from him here. It's a McDonald's-like playset, except instead of plastic walls, it's made of thing bars and netting. I crawled a bit around it and climbed up and however until I found him lying in the fetal position at the end of this one partition. I'm pretty sure the netting was yellow, but the netting behind him could've led to some passageway into a more plastic part of the playset.
I asked him who he was looking at, but he wouldn't tell me. Without him asking for excuses, I told him that I wouldn't tell anybody, because I was Baby Dumbledore. There is an explanation for this. Baby Dumbledore was (apparently) a baby purple and green dragon (the green comes from the stegosaurus-esque plates on his back). Baby Dumbledore resides in that area of the playset. And it was kind of more like "I could be Baby Dumbledore for all you know, you can't see me." I could see him a bit, he was in shadows, blackened and grayed. And... he obviously couldn't really see me all that much. He was wrapped in a blanket. He looked warm.
That's when I turned into a giant black dragon. Imagine a hybrid between the Yugioh Blue Eyes White Dragon and the Alice in Wonderland Jabberwocky. Kind of like that.
At this point, when Charlie turns into a dragon, I'm watching this all play from afar instead of being myself.
Charlie, the playset, and I were in the middle of this giant crater. I think the dragon created the crater and there was no trace of Charlie's house or room to be found. The majority of the playset was still intact, but Charlie the Black Dragon sat in the middle of it. I ran to the edge of the crater and tried to scramble up it to get out. But I couldn't get more than half way. Charlie saw me struggling and helped me get up. He took the back of my shirt by his teeth and carried me up.
Unfortunately, just as I was about to touch ground above the crater, my father woke me up. I still wonder what would've happened next. Sorry about the tense confusions if there were any. Thinking in both present and past.
Videogames and Kisses
I don't remember much about this one, but I'll try.
I'm eating dinner with Charlie's family. I'm not quite sure who's in this family, really, but it's established that I am. The dinner setting doesn't really look like... well, I don't know what Charlie's family dining set looks like, but it looks a hell of a lot like the dining set that was here when my grandparents lived in this house. We were sitting at a wooden rectangular table made of some... dark wood. Not red. Just Brown. Intricately designed bumpy wooden chairs with... worn out almost corduroy feeling seats and curved legs. Facing the table, there's a dresser and china-holder thing behind that leaning against the wall. To the left is a window. to the right is the kitchen, and behind where you'd be standing if you were viewing this is the living room. It's... the layout of my house.
I sat on the left seat facing the wall. Charlie sat both next to me and across from me. One of the parental-things sat diagonal to the right of me.
It's established that we're friends, not dating.
Next thing, the table was cleared. And the sun is fairly bright, which is odd, because it was just dinner. Charlie and I were just chilling, but then, as he was picking something up, he tripped and fell on the hardwood floor, which, naturally, tripped me up and made me land slightly on top of him, chest to chest and nothing more.
Of course I went in for a small peck. On the lips. But really, it was a small peck. He was the one who lifted his head up again and went for tongue. Really, it was him. Not me.
We smiled a bit after that. It was cute.
Then, we were playing videogames together in the libing room.. I was being quite useless, but at least it was together. Then, his friends were at the window. We both answered the door. They were planning to go out. But I still kept replaying that kiss in my head. He was holding my hand and playing with my fingers. His friends were made up of two boys and a girl. The girl had maroon hair. I think the other boys... one of them looked like Youtube.com/hexachordal and the other boy looked like a typical emo boy. I don't know. We were happy.
I'm sure there was more to this dream, but I don't remember it and I'm pretty sure I woke up around this time. -_- Dammit, mom.
It's amazing how none of this had brian in it.
Also, this video, which is made by Charlie's best friend (who I can't recall in either of my dreams, strangely enough) is probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I hope Georgia stayed.
Singers and Dragons.
It was quite obvious that I was in the All-State choir at the time. The place neither looked like this year's All-State in both location and number of people, but somehow, it was established that I was, in fact, singing with the All-State choir. This girl I had befriended and I were making friends with Charlie McDonnell and his friend about going into the village for luncheon (yes, I had said luncheon in my dream).
I'm sorry the narrative is a bit long and nonsensical, but I must describe every piece of the dream I remember.
The friend I had with me. She had long and wavy dark brown hair. And she was quite thin, but I remember that her face was quite long. She was a soprano. Charlie's friend was tall and dark tan in contrast to Charlie's fairer skin. However, their hair-colors were approximately the same shade. He had a large nose and large eyes with a simple bowl cut. He was tall and a bass.
As we talked a bit more about our plans in the village, I didn't necessarily look around (mostly because I was focused on the plans) but I sensed my surroundings. We were in a large gothic (as in the architecture, not the modern stylistic connotations) cathedral with a domed top. The sky was not blue, but rather, the color scheme throughout the church was of reds, browns, and faded golds. Intricate paintings of scenes with angels loomed above us (yes, all of this sounds purply, Sabrina, but I'm not in it for prose-quality. Just for description). Well, I wouldn't say the color scheme was mostly red, per se, but rather, red-orange, mostly.
I didn't dream about the lunch plans.
The faceless and body-less (and actually, voiceless) conductor told us to go back to our seats. Suddenly, I found myself in a high and far pew, maybe a full story above the conductor. The pew rows slanted upwards so that there were a good 20, 30 (maybe more?) rows between the conductor and me. When I stood, the top of the back of the pew reached mid-shin. If I fell forward, I felt I would die.
I looked down and to my right. There was Charlie. The anomaly in this is simply that Charlie is a boy and we weren't in mixed formation. Charlie is a tenor. I think. Either way, in a traditional choir in traditional formation, he would be nowhere near my direct right side next to the girls. Because the basses would be there. Aside from that, we weren't in traditional formation. From left to right, we were B2B1T2T1A2A1S2S1, which, as you can see, the tenors are on the left not the right. So yes, that's weird.
He was looking behind him. At first, I thought he was looking at me. But then, I figured he was looking behind me. I looked behind me and saw another tend rows up. I saw both this red head with shoulder length hair and a girl who looked a lot like the female friend I described earlier (but I'm not really sure it's her). But he didn't seem to be looking at them. I looked back between Charlie and what was behind me, and I couldn't find anything.
I looked up at the ceiling, then. Even though I knew the dome was intricate and that there were at least ten rows behind me, there was a white ceiling above me. Y'know, the type that's in every home. That white ceiling. It seemed like there were bits of glitter attached to it. If I reached up, I felt like I could touch it, but I was standing on the kneeler of my pew... in my performance heels. So if I reached up and tried to touch it, I'd fall and hurt myself. So I didn't.
The dream cuts to Charlie's house. I'm not quite sure I'm in his room or anything that looks like his room, but for some odd reason, he's chasing me and I'm chasing him, but we're both trying to avoid each other. Then, I come across this playset, and I figure that I can hide from him here. It's a McDonald's-like playset, except instead of plastic walls, it's made of thing bars and netting. I crawled a bit around it and climbed up and however until I found him lying in the fetal position at the end of this one partition. I'm pretty sure the netting was yellow, but the netting behind him could've led to some passageway into a more plastic part of the playset.
I asked him who he was looking at, but he wouldn't tell me. Without him asking for excuses, I told him that I wouldn't tell anybody, because I was Baby Dumbledore. There is an explanation for this. Baby Dumbledore was (apparently) a baby purple and green dragon (the green comes from the stegosaurus-esque plates on his back). Baby Dumbledore resides in that area of the playset. And it was kind of more like "I could be Baby Dumbledore for all you know, you can't see me." I could see him a bit, he was in shadows, blackened and grayed. And... he obviously couldn't really see me all that much. He was wrapped in a blanket. He looked warm.
That's when I turned into a giant black dragon. Imagine a hybrid between the Yugioh Blue Eyes White Dragon and the Alice in Wonderland Jabberwocky. Kind of like that.
At this point, when Charlie turns into a dragon, I'm watching this all play from afar instead of being myself.
Charlie, the playset, and I were in the middle of this giant crater. I think the dragon created the crater and there was no trace of Charlie's house or room to be found. The majority of the playset was still intact, but Charlie the Black Dragon sat in the middle of it. I ran to the edge of the crater and tried to scramble up it to get out. But I couldn't get more than half way. Charlie saw me struggling and helped me get up. He took the back of my shirt by his teeth and carried me up.
Unfortunately, just as I was about to touch ground above the crater, my father woke me up. I still wonder what would've happened next. Sorry about the tense confusions if there were any. Thinking in both present and past.
Videogames and Kisses
I don't remember much about this one, but I'll try.
I'm eating dinner with Charlie's family. I'm not quite sure who's in this family, really, but it's established that I am. The dinner setting doesn't really look like... well, I don't know what Charlie's family dining set looks like, but it looks a hell of a lot like the dining set that was here when my grandparents lived in this house. We were sitting at a wooden rectangular table made of some... dark wood. Not red. Just Brown. Intricately designed bumpy wooden chairs with... worn out almost corduroy feeling seats and curved legs. Facing the table, there's a dresser and china-holder thing behind that leaning against the wall. To the left is a window. to the right is the kitchen, and behind where you'd be standing if you were viewing this is the living room. It's... the layout of my house.
I sat on the left seat facing the wall. Charlie sat both next to me and across from me. One of the parental-things sat diagonal to the right of me.
It's established that we're friends, not dating.
Next thing, the table was cleared. And the sun is fairly bright, which is odd, because it was just dinner. Charlie and I were just chilling, but then, as he was picking something up, he tripped and fell on the hardwood floor, which, naturally, tripped me up and made me land slightly on top of him, chest to chest and nothing more.
Of course I went in for a small peck. On the lips. But really, it was a small peck. He was the one who lifted his head up again and went for tongue. Really, it was him. Not me.
We smiled a bit after that. It was cute.
Then, we were playing videogames together in the libing room.. I was being quite useless, but at least it was together. Then, his friends were at the window. We both answered the door. They were planning to go out. But I still kept replaying that kiss in my head. He was holding my hand and playing with my fingers. His friends were made up of two boys and a girl. The girl had maroon hair. I think the other boys... one of them looked like Youtube.com/hexachordal and the other boy looked like a typical emo boy. I don't know. We were happy.
I'm sure there was more to this dream, but I don't remember it and I'm pretty sure I woke up around this time. -_- Dammit, mom.
It's amazing how none of this had brian in it.
Also, this video, which is made by Charlie's best friend (who I can't recall in either of my dreams, strangely enough) is probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I hope Georgia stayed.