Dreams
Had not one, but two separate dreams this morning.
The first one involved me and Nick making a pilgrimage to see my (our?) real mother. We traveled through a land where magick and magickal abilities were enhanced by computers. They suspended people in this foam and placed them in the ground to enhance their abilities. It was like walking past an old lava field, except the ground was grayer, and more porous, like spongy pumice. People suspended for magickal purposed were visible only from the tops of their shoulders upwards. Everything in the ground (everything in this place, including the air) was controlled by computers, or something similar but more complex than our current technology. There were bright blue arcs of energy (magickal or electric, not sure) arcing around people's heads. The people looked serious, but thy were not suffering. We walk on, down a path into a small forest. It was evening, and the shadows were dark. For once I was not afriad. We stop on the path and climb up to my mother's house. It is a small house. The front half of it has been converted into an outdoor room by removing the roof and cutting out part of one wall to extend the floor to the deck. This outside room is still partly furnished like an indoor room, with painted walls and pictures. I think there was even a carpet and a chair or something. I met my mother there, she came out of the inner room and met us halfway. She was short and somewhat rounded, with a kind face. Her long brown hair was pulled back from her face but still hanging freely. She started to explain to me how it was that I was her child, yet born to another woman. This place is not entirely connected with the rest of the world. She conceived me, with help from the computers, and infused me with magick. Then she passed me into my mother's womb, and I was born that way. Then it was time for an explanation of how Nick was my brother yet not my broher. He was conceived by another woman, but something hapened to her. My mother raised him for a bit before releasing him to the other world. Thus we are bonded by her love for us, but nothing more.
My second dream is much more vague. Mostly all I remember now is two siblings, both female. They were about to fight when Nick woke me up. I remember one of them in particular, however. She had long, dark, rich shiny brown hair. He hairline aorund her face was unique. It pulled back on one side in a deep V, making it look like she had an exaggerated widow's peak. However, the other side was normal. Also, her "bangs" were as long as the rest of her hair. On the side of her face where her hairline was nromal, the bangs were pulled back to be part of the rest of her beastiful hair. However, on the side with the V, it waspulled foreward so that it slashed across her cheak and hid the top part of the V. It served to emphasize her strange hairline rather than hide it, and it was a very striking look. It was this 'defect,' that was the cause of her fight with her sister. Her sister was an artist of moderate skill, and did an oil pastel portrait with this defect emphasized and looking almost grotesque. So the sisters were preparing to fight. I was an observer to all of this. Then the sister turns to me and warns me to stay back or I will get hurt. I remember being somewhat offended that she though I couldn't take care of myself, but I shook it off because it was very much in line with her personality. They stood at the foot of a wide staircase on a marble floor, poised for action, filled with energy. Then Nick woke me up. I wish I could remember how it started, this dream. I think I was talking with beautiful-hair woman. I really don't remember now.
All of this dreaming is good news for me. Firstly it means that I'm still sleeping well. Secondly, it means that my subconscious hasn't given up on me. I tend to dream a lot whenever I'm trying to fix a problem I can't identify, or am looking for an answer to an unknown question. I hope this continues, and is a sign that I'm still working to heal myself.
The first one involved me and Nick making a pilgrimage to see my (our?) real mother. We traveled through a land where magick and magickal abilities were enhanced by computers. They suspended people in this foam and placed them in the ground to enhance their abilities. It was like walking past an old lava field, except the ground was grayer, and more porous, like spongy pumice. People suspended for magickal purposed were visible only from the tops of their shoulders upwards. Everything in the ground (everything in this place, including the air) was controlled by computers, or something similar but more complex than our current technology. There were bright blue arcs of energy (magickal or electric, not sure) arcing around people's heads. The people looked serious, but thy were not suffering. We walk on, down a path into a small forest. It was evening, and the shadows were dark. For once I was not afriad. We stop on the path and climb up to my mother's house. It is a small house. The front half of it has been converted into an outdoor room by removing the roof and cutting out part of one wall to extend the floor to the deck. This outside room is still partly furnished like an indoor room, with painted walls and pictures. I think there was even a carpet and a chair or something. I met my mother there, she came out of the inner room and met us halfway. She was short and somewhat rounded, with a kind face. Her long brown hair was pulled back from her face but still hanging freely. She started to explain to me how it was that I was her child, yet born to another woman. This place is not entirely connected with the rest of the world. She conceived me, with help from the computers, and infused me with magick. Then she passed me into my mother's womb, and I was born that way. Then it was time for an explanation of how Nick was my brother yet not my broher. He was conceived by another woman, but something hapened to her. My mother raised him for a bit before releasing him to the other world. Thus we are bonded by her love for us, but nothing more.
My second dream is much more vague. Mostly all I remember now is two siblings, both female. They were about to fight when Nick woke me up. I remember one of them in particular, however. She had long, dark, rich shiny brown hair. He hairline aorund her face was unique. It pulled back on one side in a deep V, making it look like she had an exaggerated widow's peak. However, the other side was normal. Also, her "bangs" were as long as the rest of her hair. On the side of her face where her hairline was nromal, the bangs were pulled back to be part of the rest of her beastiful hair. However, on the side with the V, it waspulled foreward so that it slashed across her cheak and hid the top part of the V. It served to emphasize her strange hairline rather than hide it, and it was a very striking look. It was this 'defect,' that was the cause of her fight with her sister. Her sister was an artist of moderate skill, and did an oil pastel portrait with this defect emphasized and looking almost grotesque. So the sisters were preparing to fight. I was an observer to all of this. Then the sister turns to me and warns me to stay back or I will get hurt. I remember being somewhat offended that she though I couldn't take care of myself, but I shook it off because it was very much in line with her personality. They stood at the foot of a wide staircase on a marble floor, poised for action, filled with energy. Then Nick woke me up. I wish I could remember how it started, this dream. I think I was talking with beautiful-hair woman. I really don't remember now.
All of this dreaming is good news for me. Firstly it means that I'm still sleeping well. Secondly, it means that my subconscious hasn't given up on me. I tend to dream a lot whenever I'm trying to fix a problem I can't identify, or am looking for an answer to an unknown question. I hope this continues, and is a sign that I'm still working to heal myself.