20, epic, coloured dream.
August 21 2014
And, bonus points, it was wet O_O
Here's something I don't mention much: Peter and Dad are the same person. He's my stepfather. I don't bother calling him stepdad because he's been my dad for, like,
ever, so yeah. Unless I specify it's my biological father, assume Peter=Dad.
So how it started: My family and I were in a downtown portion of a city and we were just wandering around like a typical family outing. Essentially, the downtown area looked
exactly like Zhujiang Xin Cheng's A exit in Guangzhou, which I'd explored in my trip to China this summer. What happened next was uncanny. These three black clouds, looking like very thin tornadoes, came down from the dramatic sky and lashed out at a few sky scrapers several blocks away. The noise and the collapse of the sky scrapers was
awful. It was a groan and endless echo of steel snapping, and the distant shrieks of people made my adrenaline race.
My family and I escaped with a bunch of people who were flooding into the subway. We knew better than to take the subway home because I was terrified of the subway collapsing, what with the commotion above ground. So we split into three groups--Phoebe with dad, my grandparents with my mom, and me alone--to see if we could find an abandoned car somewhere so we could drive out of the city.
Dad found an abandoned hamburger van (aka a square, smallish minivan popular in China) and I raced to find my mom and grandparents once I checked up on them. The subway had powered down, some power lines snapping because of those strange, sentient tornado clouds. I checked my phone, which conveniently had a map-like version of the city and the location of the tendrils in live time. So I managed to grab my grandparents, mom, and run back to the other exit (it took some time because all the escalators were down, and grandma's walking is difficult with her leg).
By this time, apparently Phoebe's mom had found us and took her with her in her car. Peter stayed behind so he could find us and we hopped into the van, driving the hellllllll away.
We drove by this lush, pastoral scenery with the utopic city in the distant. The colours in this dream were frightfully realistic if you consider how I normally dream with heightened brightness or heightened darkness. Colours in dreams, for me, are usually super saturated or completely dichrome, with one colour standing out from the rest in a pleasantview-colour effect. But in this one, the sky's colour was a blue that was realistic, the shadows on the ground told me it was probably two or three in the afternoon, and nothing was too bright or too dark.
The drive was much like Elgin Mills Ave, the stretch between Bayview and McCowan here in Markham. Yellow hay interspersed with green, green grass, trees that looked small compared to the vast sky... and in the distance, with black and ominous clouds hanging over it, tendrils extended from the sky and wreaked havoc on the ground of the vast city.
I was scared.
When we got home, things were in a flurry. Instead of ending up home, time fastforwarded until I was in a sort of children's playground, grappling the metal bars to play. I stared at the horizon, seeing the destruction wrought by the tendrils. The city, in the distance, had many buildings lie in ruins. Pyramids and Etruscan temples had come out of the destruction, strangely. The same land which I had seen, lush and beautiful and green, lay mostly in sandy ruins.
And the tendrils were gone, though a tense apprehension had fallen over everybody who lived in the periphery of the city. We were told (and I knew this in instant dream logic) that many people in the city had died, but we were supposedly safe out in the outskirts.
Then, for some reason, a black cat had appeared in the playground. The cat proceeded to nibble at the grass, yank up a square of sod, and the sod
wilted. The cat continued to do so and the kids around me began to cry, running home, while I stared at the cat, inching closer.
Its eyes were the same yellow as the dead grass.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded of the cat.
"Did you think that we were done?" The cat asked me back in a male voice, raspy and poignant.
I knew what it meant, even though it leaped away.
Right after that, the scene changed.
I was in some sort of underground shelter, one that had many rooms in a hallway like a hotel. My family was safe in some bunker while I went off to explore. We were trying to avoid the black cat-incarnations of those dark tendrils that were destroying everything, and so far, they hadn't found us yet.
One of the rooms I walked into had a beautiful tanned blonde woman having extremely graphic sex with a man on the carpet. It was a lush room, devoid of furniture, lined with a red curtain like a retro stage at the back where the wall was, and they were just... there, smack dab in the middle of the room, copulating like animals.
I walked into another room and a "friend" of mine giggled, grabbing my hand and telling me it was time for me to get ready. I knew what I was getting ready for, even though at the moment in the dream, I couldn't quite put a finger on it yet.
We were dressing up to the nines, these girls and I. Like burlesque, steampunk dolls, we were all putting on make up and then we crawled into a big bed together, fully dressed. All six of us slept, having dressed up to get ready for... something. I don't know what.
When it was time to wake up, I was the last out of bed. I went out of body for the last leg of the dream. I was dressed in russet browns and creams, the sunlight hitting my face--even though there was no sun underground. The same friend who had woken me, a redhead girl who looked an awful lot like Madeleine, had giggled and tossed a really curly brown wig at my face.
"Let's go!" she'd called.
We were ready to go into a room by ourselves. As I passed hallways, I noticed the girls from the night before who had dressed up with me, and all of them were individually in a room with a man. I passed a few rooms, seeing those same girls also having wild, wild sex with their men. Some of them were contorted into Kama Sutra-worthy positions, having the time of their lives, and my heart raced.
I approached a room I knew was "mine", and that was when my dream ended.
What a weird-ass dream O_O
