Dream record

[smokingboot]

I try to record all my dreams but there's no reason why anyone would want to read them, so I'll bury them under the cut.

Dream 1
Last night's dream was important, so important that people in the dream kept getting me to repeat it back so I wouldn't get the order wrong. But I forgot loads anyway so...

Pre proper sleep, I imagined Asphodel P Long, much missed mentor and inspiration to me, (More info about her via the link at the side of this page) asking me to come with her to Avalon/Atlantis/the place where Dion Fortune's purple sailed ships go. Then I slept properly.


Found myself wandering towards a big house, high gates and a wall and a huge garden with trees and weeds and flowers. All the flowers were grouped together, and as I looked at them en masse they charged down towards the gate at me, changing colour into blues and whites, they were beautiful. I never saw their roots move, they just somehow raced down towards me. At the gate, they stopped. Later, they did the same thing again, and then again. Curiously I tested the gate, it was open. I wandered the strange garden for a long while, feeling that there might be fairies around but I couldn't see them, until people came out of the house, and settled under the trees to listen to a preacher giving a service/sermon. I thought they must be a cult, and the racing flower armies must be some sort of trick, but in any case, it seemed wrong to stay and listen if I wasn't part of it, so I left.

Wandered into a place full of kosher butchers. Each butchers had a tiny plate of delicate chopped meats sprinkled with raisins/deocrations, and massive bees were buzzing around the meat (Bees have a special symbolism for me, as my name 'Deborah' is hebrew and apparently means 'Bee' with the secondary meaning of 'Eloquence.')

It was rather nice, but I soon found myself back at the house, talking to people. Invisible people seemed to be moving around the group I was conversing with, who talked to me about something like the Ark but I may have the wrong words. I saw papers about a missing mermaid. They sat with me, grizzled and kind, and tried to make me repeat everything so I could remember it. An old hippy style man asked me if any invisible people had grabbed my heart, and he said that 'when they do, the pain is intense,' I shook my head and told him I didn't want any pain. He laughed, but it was a kind laughter. I felt I belonged there, but worried about some kind of Stargate ghul situation. The sun was shining very brightly.


Dream 2 was earlier this month

I was wandering down a winter avenue of trees with arching branches that met over the path. It was a clear cold day, leaves under foot. An alien walked towards me. He was blue with purple patches on his head, which was large and easily the width of his shoulders. He had eyes which were pretty human - maybe rounder with slightly less white, but lovely expression -and his body widened from his shoulders right out to his waist and in again, a bit like a spinning top. He was stocky to round, his body disproportionately wide and short for his arms and legs. He nodded and smiled as we passed, and I did the same, as though all was normal. But when I had passed him, I thought, 'No, this is too cool to pretend to be cool! No-one meets an alien every day, I have to have a conversation with him!' So I went back and gently touched the back of his head. He turned around, looked very surprised but genial, and we tried to converse.

This was beyond difficult. We didn't share a single syllable of language and concepts took forever. But we started getting somewhere when he seemed to understand my question of 'Where are you from?' replying with what seemed like '2000 [measurement of distance] to the unit' Only I may have got my noughts wrong. To me it seemed he lived on a travelling craft or something similar. We agreed to meet up, but the details are hazy.