I think I just had one of the stranger ones last night. I'm still not sure if there were 4 parts or 6 parts to this dream, but I do know that in one, Silvia Fine was a professor I had in a college class..... and I'm not even IN college.....
The first part was that I was following a group of people through a rather clean looking sewerage system as they were trying to get back to somewhere after looking for something down there. What threw me off about it was that I wasn't really there. Like, they never asked me to do anything. I was more or less a floating entity that they did not sense (or so I was thinking), but I was sill able to see everything in perfect clarity.
Somehow, I was pulled out of that scene and through some walls and then I was in a camp that was far away from the equator. I can tell this because there was snow everywhere, but it was a light snow, and where people walked, there was a hearty strain of grass that was growing. I saw a small boy about 10 to 13 year old and he was asking his father, who was about 33 I would say, why they were throwing the village a festival. The father said, "because it's something we should do. The people here haven't had a good time in a while." In the background, I saw a strange contraption that looked like a baler for straw or hay, but it was like a large bowl with poles in it, that were being stirred in a circle. Somehow, this made bales, but I don't know how. I stayed here the longest, why I don't know, because I was able to explore around the 'vilage' which was fairly expansive, and I found out that they have their own sewage system. which worked fairly well.
After coming around to find the boy and the father again, they were almost done with the setup of a small fair. Like one for a small community of about 400 instead of a community with 33,000 people in it. This time the boy came up and petted my head instead of just ignoring me. I don't know what happened after that because I was then dragged to another place and another time.
This one was strange. It looked like the room I had my biology class in, but it was split into two levels and about 3 times larger. I was a little bit older (now finally in what I can only think was my original body) and on the second level, which was at about a 45 degree angle, to what the professor had designated as the front of the class room. What really scared me was that the professor was Silvia Fine, and she could teleport... Scared the mess out of me when she teleported next to me for having a sliced up snickers bar on my desk so I wouldn't pass out. Then we had a conversation about that and came to the conclusion that we were both hypoglycemic. I don't know either, so don't worry if I've lost you by now.
Then after class got out, I walked out the door, and into yet another dream. Two of my friends (yes they're gay, no I don't have a problem with them) were having a nice dinner date, and when I looked at myself, I was in a suit holding a microphone. there was a small band behind me, and so I decided to go over to my friends and play a song for them. When I opened my mouth, You Never Know by Clazziquai Project came out. It was a simple and marvelous scene which had floating candles of all things. After the song was done, I smiled and hugged both of them and they asked me to sing another song for them. It was like having a private concert with their dinner and I was more than happy to oblige them.
Hello all to my little corner of the Blogspot/Blogger community. Here you will learn about what I dream of, what my friends possibly are like, and what goes through my head every other week. I hope I don't bore anyone with it, but I also hope you like hearing about it. Thank you and have a great day!!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Dream A Dream....
And you may not understand it at all. This dream I had was one of the more... bweildering dreams I've had in a while.
I was at Brandie and Jane's old townhouse, and everyting was packed up except for the things that couldn't be packed. Jane and I were watching TV while Brandie and Chris were in Brandie's room, studying for a test. The only thing different about what the rooms looked like was that the paint on the walls was darker, and the ceilings were taller.
After we had gotten done watching the movie, I went back to brandie's room to see what was going on. I wasn't met with "go away" when I knocked on the door, so I went inside. They were siting on opposite ends of the bed and giving the other a quiz on what they studied. After a few minutes of watching then, I started hear a scratching or knocking sound at the back door. I asked Chris and Brandie if they were able to hear it too, but they said that all they heard was eachother talking.
I left them to their own devices and went to the end of the hallway. I could hear it louder now, ad realized it was coming from the back door. Nothing's in the back yard except a small boat and a tall wooden fence, so I was baffled as to what it could have been. I went to the back door and saw that it was an african american woman about 18 to 22 years of age. No one knew anything about her except she looked like she was homeless, and she had an old blood stain on her dingy white undershirt, just above her heart.
I asked Jane if we could bring her in and she said yes, so I brought her inside and took off her thin red jacket she had on. She lokoed a little worse for wear, but she was all there. As I handed her back her jacket, but an envelope and a piece of paper fell out of the inside pocket. I picked it up and gave it to her, but noticed that there was a small hole surrounded by blood through both of them. She hastily took them from me and said that they were nothing, so I decided to 'leave it at that'. After a while of talking and eating (I took her to get somethign to eat from some of the places that were open) I asked her where she came from, but she told me that I wouldn't believe her. When we got back, I asked her to show me where she came from, and she did. We walked out the front of the townhouse and across the street, through some trees and a few shrubs, and finally, after abuot 40 minutes, came to a clearing.
She held her hand out like she was leading me through a door, but all I saw was an old shack in the midle of a clearing.
"It doesn't look like much, but this was my home." she said.
"what happened?" I asked in amazement and shock.
"There was a fire. I ran out andsomeone shot me in the chest...." she started and regaled me with the story of her life.
"So how long ago did this happen?" I asked her.
"about two hundred and twenty years ago.... Go look behind the house." She told me. Around the back of the house, there was an oak tree with a pile of leaves at the base of it. As I dug, I felt hr coming up behind me and putting her hand on my shoulder. I didn't know what she was goign to do with me, but I kept digging into the pile of leaves.
After a few minutes, I found the bones of an arm and turned around. The girl was crying with her hand over her mouth and I put my arm around her.
"may I ask you your name?" I told her.
"Yes. My name is Angela." she said quietly. I smiled at her and hugged her.
"That's a beautiful name Angela. Let me give you a proper burial ok?"
She started crying and told me that no one had ever done that to her. She had seen so much change about where she used to live that she didn't know where she was. after i got done burying what I could find of her skeleton, about 4 feet deep anyways, I started to feel her disappearing. I hugged her again and told her that I'd be trying to find her again in a next life, or in paradise. She smiled and said ok, and then walked into the tree. After a bright light died down, I looked around and could see nothing but me, alone in the woods.
A whoosh of steem came from behind me, sounding like it was from a steam engine, and tehn I heard Angela again.
"Thank You." I heard from all around me. I couldn't do anything but stand there and look at the sky, and cry a bit.
After taking a few hours to pay my respects to her, I walked back to Brandie's townhouse, just... a little more humble than when I left.
I was at Brandie and Jane's old townhouse, and everyting was packed up except for the things that couldn't be packed. Jane and I were watching TV while Brandie and Chris were in Brandie's room, studying for a test. The only thing different about what the rooms looked like was that the paint on the walls was darker, and the ceilings were taller.
After we had gotten done watching the movie, I went back to brandie's room to see what was going on. I wasn't met with "go away" when I knocked on the door, so I went inside. They were siting on opposite ends of the bed and giving the other a quiz on what they studied. After a few minutes of watching then, I started hear a scratching or knocking sound at the back door. I asked Chris and Brandie if they were able to hear it too, but they said that all they heard was eachother talking.
I left them to their own devices and went to the end of the hallway. I could hear it louder now, ad realized it was coming from the back door. Nothing's in the back yard except a small boat and a tall wooden fence, so I was baffled as to what it could have been. I went to the back door and saw that it was an african american woman about 18 to 22 years of age. No one knew anything about her except she looked like she was homeless, and she had an old blood stain on her dingy white undershirt, just above her heart.
I asked Jane if we could bring her in and she said yes, so I brought her inside and took off her thin red jacket she had on. She lokoed a little worse for wear, but she was all there. As I handed her back her jacket, but an envelope and a piece of paper fell out of the inside pocket. I picked it up and gave it to her, but noticed that there was a small hole surrounded by blood through both of them. She hastily took them from me and said that they were nothing, so I decided to 'leave it at that'. After a while of talking and eating (I took her to get somethign to eat from some of the places that were open) I asked her where she came from, but she told me that I wouldn't believe her. When we got back, I asked her to show me where she came from, and she did. We walked out the front of the townhouse and across the street, through some trees and a few shrubs, and finally, after abuot 40 minutes, came to a clearing.
She held her hand out like she was leading me through a door, but all I saw was an old shack in the midle of a clearing.
"It doesn't look like much, but this was my home." she said.
"what happened?" I asked in amazement and shock.
"There was a fire. I ran out andsomeone shot me in the chest...." she started and regaled me with the story of her life.
"So how long ago did this happen?" I asked her.
"about two hundred and twenty years ago.... Go look behind the house." She told me. Around the back of the house, there was an oak tree with a pile of leaves at the base of it. As I dug, I felt hr coming up behind me and putting her hand on my shoulder. I didn't know what she was goign to do with me, but I kept digging into the pile of leaves.
After a few minutes, I found the bones of an arm and turned around. The girl was crying with her hand over her mouth and I put my arm around her.
"may I ask you your name?" I told her.
"Yes. My name is Angela." she said quietly. I smiled at her and hugged her.
"That's a beautiful name Angela. Let me give you a proper burial ok?"
She started crying and told me that no one had ever done that to her. She had seen so much change about where she used to live that she didn't know where she was. after i got done burying what I could find of her skeleton, about 4 feet deep anyways, I started to feel her disappearing. I hugged her again and told her that I'd be trying to find her again in a next life, or in paradise. She smiled and said ok, and then walked into the tree. After a bright light died down, I looked around and could see nothing but me, alone in the woods.
A whoosh of steem came from behind me, sounding like it was from a steam engine, and tehn I heard Angela again.
"Thank You." I heard from all around me. I couldn't do anything but stand there and look at the sky, and cry a bit.
After taking a few hours to pay my respects to her, I walked back to Brandie's townhouse, just... a little more humble than when I left.
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