Dream Log.
Feb. 22nd, 2004 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xp_tarotI am going to learn how to understand these stupid dreams if it is the last thing I do.
This is here because I've said I would start making these public when I saw people I knew in them. I had this last night - and I know I did not post the last one, but really, it was too silly to post. There is no reason, ever, Doug would be using a sword. Even if he does, I don't think he'd slice up his own hand.
This dream was not very clear. I was walking through, I think it was a carnival, in the streets of a city. It was hot, and the air felt sticky, and very loud.
There were people throwing things - all kinds of things, jewlery, food, paper cups, rotten oranges - from the tops of buildings, and from the windows of cars that seemed to be able to drive -through- the crowds of people. I don't know if it was going through like Kitty or Shinobi, or if it was something else, like ghosts.
I (and, I am not sure it was -me-, but at the dream was from my perspective, and I did not see myself in it.) ran into a building to get away, and the building was my old church, only dark and cold. Not dark like it was unlit, but dark like the building ate all the light, since it had been daytime in the dream before. Only, I could see the moon. It just did not light anything.
I heard voices, I think. I had some reason to turn around, at least, and then I was in a .. museam, perhaps? A large nearly empty room, with columns made of marble. Like pictures of the Greek temples, but indoors. The light was back - at least, I could see everything clearly.
I must have opened a door, although I don't remember seeing one, and I was back in the same room - and I remember thinking that it was the same room - only, it had furniture - red plush couches, and wooden tables. There were people walking around, some talking, some sitting.
On one of the couches, which did not have a back, Alex was there, with a dog, I think. It might have been a wolf, but it was definitly not Rahne. Unless it was. Maybe. I don't know. It is a little embarassing, because he was not wearing very much, just a sheet. I couldn't see anything though. He had a .. stick, or maybe a spear with him, but he was just holding it, and I think he might have been asleep.
I know something happened after that - a flash, of light I think. Red, or purple. The ends of the dreams are always the first for me to forget. I woke up out of breath though, like I was running, or there was a fight. Normally I wake up very tired. I do not know if that is important or not though.
This is here because I've said I would start making these public when I saw people I knew in them. I had this last night - and I know I did not post the last one, but really, it was too silly to post. There is no reason, ever, Doug would be using a sword. Even if he does, I don't think he'd slice up his own hand.
This dream was not very clear. I was walking through, I think it was a carnival, in the streets of a city. It was hot, and the air felt sticky, and very loud.
There were people throwing things - all kinds of things, jewlery, food, paper cups, rotten oranges - from the tops of buildings, and from the windows of cars that seemed to be able to drive -through- the crowds of people. I don't know if it was going through like Kitty or Shinobi, or if it was something else, like ghosts.
I (and, I am not sure it was -me-, but at the dream was from my perspective, and I did not see myself in it.) ran into a building to get away, and the building was my old church, only dark and cold. Not dark like it was unlit, but dark like the building ate all the light, since it had been daytime in the dream before. Only, I could see the moon. It just did not light anything.
I heard voices, I think. I had some reason to turn around, at least, and then I was in a .. museam, perhaps? A large nearly empty room, with columns made of marble. Like pictures of the Greek temples, but indoors. The light was back - at least, I could see everything clearly.
I must have opened a door, although I don't remember seeing one, and I was back in the same room - and I remember thinking that it was the same room - only, it had furniture - red plush couches, and wooden tables. There were people walking around, some talking, some sitting.
On one of the couches, which did not have a back, Alex was there, with a dog, I think. It might have been a wolf, but it was definitly not Rahne. Unless it was. Maybe. I don't know. It is a little embarassing, because he was not wearing very much, just a sheet. I couldn't see anything though. He had a .. stick, or maybe a spear with him, but he was just holding it, and I think he might have been asleep.
I know something happened after that - a flash, of light I think. Red, or purple. The ends of the dreams are always the first for me to forget. I woke up out of breath though, like I was running, or there was a fight. Normally I wake up very tired. I do not know if that is important or not though.
