The wounded

Last night, October 12 2013

A strange, melancholy, but gentle dream.

There are parts of it I can't remember in all coherency anymore, BUT, I do remember some parts.  There was one segment where I was walking with a friend (I can't recall who), and as we were walking, we saw two cardinals land in grass.  One was trying to pick the other up very protectively, and it didn't leave even as I drew close because it wouldn't leave its companion behind.  The colour of the cardinals were very much like the colour of the maple leaves outside of my bedroom window here in Mississauga.  In any case, I spoke in soothing tones to the alert cardinal and told it that I would help resuscitate its fallen friend.  So I picked up the fallen cardinal, and the alert one hopped onto my shoulder wearily, and I bundled the bird into my arms carefully.  (They were much bigger than cardinals; once I had the one in my arms, it was more like the size of a crow.  The wounded one wasn't as red as the alert one).

I took it underground to an odd, metallic facility, where it started to wake up and struggle.  I bundled it carefully and held it tight so that it couldn't roll and run and hurt itself.  I asked someone to help me search up on the computer how to properly patch up a disoriented bird but that person typed so slow that I had to make them carry the bird so that I could do it myself.

I don't remember much of what happened after that, but it healed and then the two cardinals flew away together, and I was content.

The facility was central to the dream.  There were some Zelda themes, like how the map of the facility would change if I opened certain chests inside.  There were holes in the floors and a strange dungeon map one had to walk through with caution (it was like the prison in which Tingle was held in Windwaker, where you had to crawl and try not to hit dead ends in a maze or else you'd get dropped out of the maze).  At some point in the dream Link satisfied the condition to grow a sort of blue, Windwaker themed flower, and it transported him up and onto the second floor efficiently.

I also had a dream that there was a robot programmed with Sarah's memories, or something of the like.  This robot was fully integrated with Sarah's emotions and spirit, but she was constantly reset enough so that she never remembered me or the people that loved her.  There was a period in the dream where she was remembering past "lives" she had before each reset, and she was very confused near the end, struggling like a human to recall things she should've known by heart.  The robot didn't look like her, however.  It was metal-coloured, though still human, and the only thing that was the same were her eyes; her hair was in various shades of black and white and gray, and it was much more voluminous.

The dream left me with a gentle sort of melancholy feeling.  It's hard to describe dreams like this, because Ithink my mind tries to block out some details so I don't feel sad upon waking up.

The end of the world

LAST NIGHT oct 2 2013

Colour, vivid, epic, nightmare

I dreamed that I was walking through this university's music room.   The floor was staircase-amphitheatre style, and there were students sitting at each level.  I believe Jessica was in my dream, and we talked about Haley, and then I hugged her, proclaiming how happy I was we were getting more friends in common.

When I went to the back of the room, I realised it was sunset.  I was super excited to take a photo for my scavenger hunt.  So I snapped a few with my phone and grabbed Valerian, my biggest doll, and went outside.  I was posing him in several ways (note: he had odd eyebrows in my dream.  Too deep set and with real hair sticking out) , trying to get the right lighting, and then this little boy came out with me.   He was suplosed to be the child of the family I stayed with for residence (not true) and he kept bugging me.  I kept speaking to him to be patient,  quiet etc.  The sky was a beautiful mélange of purples, pinks, blues,  yellows and oranges.  It was going to rain, I could tell because of the clouds, and so I wanted to snap a few pictures and leave.  The light was progressively shifting quite rapidly,  and I was frustrated with the kid, who kept badgering me.

Suddenly, the clouds about two kilometers away swirled into a cone.

The sky went extremely dark purple and I saw a flash before hearing thunder down the street.  It was extremely loud and the boy jumped out of fear.  From the cone a monster like a white and creamsicle orange-tiger striped, sinewy monster dropped from the sky, and I almost froze. I was snapping pictures still and I  saw a flashing spark beside his feet before lightning came down.

We were thrown back, but I scrambled to my feet and ushered him inside.  I ran with the kid in my arms (now that I think about it he looked a lot like Morgan) and I told him to go find his parents.  I grabbed my shoes, boots and running shoes, and wanted to join him but I saw a photographer outside, crawling through the debris of our yard.

Behind him I saw a diminutive form of the monster, having crawled its way here.  I opened the glass porch just a bit to tell the crazy man to come inside,  but he didn't.  He looked at me and I motioned for him to be QUIET, then pointed at the monster just behind him.  I then went inside, mind racing as to what necessities I could pack to survive and mentally ticking off what wasn't important.

The house was all lit, a rather nice and expensive house like auntie Doris', but it was dead silent.  I charged to the front dooor where I saw the father revving the engines to a white mini schoolbus filled with kids.   I screamed at him to wait for me just for five minutes, and he nodded.

I bolted upstairs and began to stuff my bag full of necessary clothes.  Two bras, socks, underwear, two pants, shirts, a sweater, and my heavy coat.  I also wanted to bring more pencil lead and my small sketchbooks, leaving behind everything else. My heart was pounding as I packed.

Then the dream ended.  I woke up.  Yikes.