by zephyrclaudius » Wed Jun 11, 2008 2:31 am
Oh! My dreams are so... Artsy! I have it at least every other week, if not more.
My big one is really cool, too. It starts off like this:
I wake to a flash of light, and an odd feeling of being enclosed, but only for a moment. Then, as soon as that feeling is gone, I sit up and look around. Off to my right are mountains, tall and gray, stained with the redness of early dawn or late dusk. To my left is a woman, sitting in front of a tree that has apples of every color and size, stretching up into the clouds. For some reason, I can't focus on the objects in front of me, but soon they come into view.
A pile of bodies, surrounded by a fence of bones. At least, for a moment. The bodies suddenly shift into logs and sticks and the such, but I'll never forget the sight of men, women, and children piled up and burned so. As I stand, I look back and see the rising or setting sun, over a horribly calm mirror like ocean. As I turn back to check the pile of sticks/corpses once more, The mountains have taken on a twisted, jagged feeling. I know there is only one place I can go for safety.
So I start off for the tree, and for a while, I make no headway. The tree and the woman beneath it seep to keep pace with me. Then, as if I were experiencing dream lag, I am there, and I see that the girl is crying.
"Why are you crying?" I sometimes ask her. Sometimes, "Don't worry, I'm here!" or, "Will you just stop all ready?". Unfortunately, here response is always the same.
She slowly turns to me, and I see her slowly aging by the minute. As she reaches out to touch me, I back off and run to the tree, and start climbing it. As I climb and climb, the apples and branches seem to be enlarging. A quick glance down, however, shows me that I am, in fact, shrinking. Not taking any chances, I keep climbing and climbing.
As I go, I suddenly return to my normal size, and sit at the highest branch of the tree. From there, I can see everything as it is; the pile of corpses, the horrible, jagged death-peaks, and the quicksilver sea. And then, I am struck with the most profound thought ever: If I were a dog, I could have taken one of those bones from the fence to play with!
Although, sometimes, it could be: "I should leap from here to the sea.", "I wonder if my corpse will end up like the others", and, most profound of all, "A thing is a thing, no matter how you look at it. Unless, of course, you are blind."
And then, I reach out to grab a purple apple, the branch beneath me breaks, and I plummet to my supposed death. At that point, I wake up, boot on my laptop, and start chugging away at whatever project I have going on.
Also, sometimes the woman is naked.
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