I had two dreams last night that I remember. The first was odd, but ended with a very comforting feeling I would give much to feel again.
Also – Dr Who dream!
This first dream started in a shopping centre. I have no idea why I was there or how I got there, but there was probably some dream sequence I don’t remember, because my first memories are of chaos and confusion, because the Cyber men are attacking. Then I see the Doctor whizz past, his sonic screwdriver in hand and he races down a set of escalators. Not sure whether I am his companion or just suicidal, but I follow him down the escalators. Possibly curiosity, either way I nearly end up getting killed, as the Cyber men also storm the escalators. I have to climb over the barrier (people are screaming and yelling to me that I need to get off the escalator). I follow the advice, and as I know what my arms are like (i.e. weak as) and know I am going to fall from a height because of my stupidity in following the doctor. Anyway, as is their want, dreams don’t have normal gravity and I don’t drop like a lead weight. I float softly to the ground, and the Cyber men chase the doctor off into the distance.
I decide I am now out of danger, and so I decide to look at the rack of clothing near the window (which is odd cos I could swear the escalators were heading into a basement level very reminiscent of the Dobbies garden centre/shop near Preston). Anyway, it’s dark out – night time. I find some nice sports clothes – in a sort of shimmery pearlescent material as well as a v necked, three quarter sleeved loose top. I don’t know how it happens, but I leave the shop, and head out into a desert region. I think there was a reason for it. Not sure if it is post apocalypse or anything, but I definitely identify it as not earth. I hike through the desert and make it to a deep long earth fault. There is a boat. This part of the dream is the fuzziest. I am not sure if I was being chased or had a companion, but I definitely end up sailing, and possibly racing and showing off the boat and my sailing skills. I am not even sure it was a sail boat. It could have been a speed boat.
At some point I end up being captured or rescued and am dragged to this building where a high up military guy scowls at me and give me the third degree. Then he leaves and I am free to explore the house, which I do. It’s an odd mix of the modern and a traditional country house., I distinctly remember the area which had small miniature furniture and toys, lit softly by yellow light and that the objects on the shelf are out of place -too modern and new to fit, run of the mill. I then head into the kitchen. I distinctly remember a breakfast bar and then the family come in. the mother and three daughters of the colonel. They are gay and friendly and lively and caring. The mother in particular.
I think I may have become their ward or something the way the woman takes me on. We talk, no idea about what and then she sits me on a stool by the breakfast bar and starts brushing out my hair. Then she trims it and starts putting it up with combs. I have a mental image of me, with a slightly younger, slimmer face with blonde hair (so it almost certainly wasn’t me in real life as me in the dream) and see that the hair is elegantly scooped and pinned half up, half down, and it frames my face very elegantly. Then I woke up. I felt very at home there, and a part of the group, I haven’t felt like that before. Almost like I truly belonged there and they had been wanting me to be there for some time, and they were so caring of me. I mean I do truly love my mum and respect my dad but I have never felt so comfortable, comforted and wanted, not for a long time. It was almost like I was sitting at mums feet when I was a kid and she was doing things with my hair while we all watched TV, only in the dream I was the focus of attention and conversation. I liked that feeling.
The second dream was much more disturbing and dark and much much weirder.
Basically, I am in a car with three other friends. This woman in one of those ancient paisley house coats comes running out of the road from nowhere. The area looks very moorlandish with red bracken and little streams and yellow green grass. We ignore the woman (crazy person!) and drive past her. This turns out to be a major mistake, as she is trying to warn us of a very great danger.
About a mile down the road the car dies on us and we get out and decide to walk to wherever we are going…and then we start getting attacked by this nasty shadowy being. The woman in the housecoat tries to help us but she ends up getting killed, as does one of our companions. The shadow being makes for his face and then drags him into a dark stream. We are trying to run away but I am blinded by something and can’t get past these weird barriers. It turns out one barrier is the road, and another is the river we were next to when the shadow being jumped us.
The dream then cuts away to a funeral home of all places.
Three of us escaped the attack and the other two are decorating the church for the funeral of our friend who turns out to be a very important person (though I have no idea what they were to be so important). I am escorting someone who is inspecting the work to make sure everything is perfect. Everything is – except the flowers. They are supposed to be roses (can’t remember the colour, but possibly white) but they have become white poppies with blood red veining on the petals.
I go off into the back to see if it can be sorted and for some reason, the back appears to be a hospital A&E and I am now a doctor or nurse. I am with another (possibly one of the friends from the ‘church’) and we are horsing about with a trolley. We get on it and push it off to sweep it under a sheer/shiny grey blue curtain, only it doesn’t make it all the way out. This confuses me, and I get off and sweep the curtain aside. One of our group is there. A boy, whose face doesn’t look half as bad and swollen and bloody as it had appeared just before I got blinded. He tells us his story, which comes in the way of thumbnails of a lemming performing the actions he went through to escape and with him doing voice over. It was quite amusing to ‘watch’.
Basically the shadow being jumped him, but one of our party (the guy who died) very bravely pulled it off, thus turning its attention to him. He is practically blinded in the same way I am and is stumbling away from the beast when there’s a colossal splash and the friend yells to this guy (they used a name and I can’t remember it!) ‘I’m in the water, run! I’m in the water. Then it fades to more lemming images where he is being tossed around and beaten by this invisible shadow force, but being saved by the land, as it was trying to break something. I think the dark force was possibly trying to break his spine but he lands on thick soft grass and is cushioned. The beast is then drawn away by the (and I’ve NO idea where my brain got the name for this) Rakanetrix who turns out to be the crazy woman in the house coat.
We go on out of the hospital/funeral place and the guy who was injured is attacked by these three guys. He is killed, possibly because he’s been infected by the shadow being or some such. Anyway, somehow they have the time to inter him in a grave in a wooden coffin. So some time may have elapsed between kidnap and killing (and us finding them) and me and my remaining partner give chase. We follow them all the way into town where we go to the local curry house/takeaway. It had a name like Tai palace or curry palace or some such. We say we are looking for some men to the young girl on reception. She looks like she is Chinese rather than Indian however and then, we see the men come in through a back entrance.
The owner of the curry house arrives then to soothe us and then we explain our situation. He is grave and serious and we discuss the situation. I am not sure what was decided, but we start filling out loads of paperwork, (well mostly me while the lad tries chatting up the girl on reception). The curry house owner has gone off on some errand. So I finish filling in the paperwork, and the girl gives me this charm and a set of keys (to a safe house she says). Then she leads us out back into a courtyard with other shops in it. It has a yellowy tinge to it and is bright and well lit. My male companion asks where the safe house we now have the keys for is.
She won’t tell him, or me, or can’t I later realise, when the curry house owner turns up, and we start walking with him, the girl being sent back inside to tend the shop. My male companion asks the curry house owner where the safe house is. I can only tell the heredetary/traditioonal Rakanetrix where it is. The curry house owner tells me as we walk past a grey stone church out of the square. Then I woke up. He means that he can only tell me, as I have just become said Rakanetrix whose job it is to destroy the shadow being. Apparently the previous one is by now dead.
This dream has the potential to become a halfway decent story if it gets fleshed out a bit I think.
No comments:
Post a Comment