I had lots of really vivid, crazyass dreams last night, but I can't really remember all of them.
I dreamed I was at some kind of camp, and I helped stage a coup. We ran in the forest at night (it looked a little like the area around the duck pond) and killed the people running the camp. Several of us were picked up in the dark by a man in a truck, and I sat shotgun while he drove us away, and I looked at my face in the rearview mirror. I thought that if I tried hard enough, I could change how I looked. I closed my eyes and tried to change my skin and hair but got nowhere. Finally, I looked up into the mirror and told myself that I could do the trick I do with black and white photos of myself sometimes -- if you look at the whites of my eyes and pretend they are irises, you can fool yourself into thinking I have Bis-eyes.
So I did that, and instantly, they were changed. And I was immensely pleased.
(I think this relates to my belief that just wanting things a lot doesn't make them happen. But if you happen to know special tricks, you can make things happen, even if they don't really make sense. LOL)
After the coup, several years later, I guess, many of us were living in a city. The camp had had a princess in it, and I found her on the street, riding a thin, white horse in the rain. Its mane trailed on the wet concrete. I recognized her and waved to her, and I followed her into a hat shop with bright pink walls.
In another dream, I was running by myself at night through different woods, with tall, thin trees all crowded together. I had a large, silver flashlight in each hand.
Like this, kind of. Almost exactly like that.
I heard other people walking through the forest, and I didn't want to be found. I hid by some blankets piled up next to a big fence, the kind with plastic sheets across the poles which give it shape. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned off the flashlights, but as the people got closer, I realized I had not turned off one of them.
I flicked it off then but it was too late, and the people got closer. It was Erin and Syd, I think. They found me and dragged me off somewhere else, somewhere that was too bright. And I wanted to get away. I wasn't myself -- I mean, I was something else. I was me, but some kind of monster, I guess. And I didn't recognize Erin and Syd. (It was only after I woke up that I realized who they were.)
I tried to make loud noises to scare them so they'd leave me be, but I couldn't get any sounds out. Just deep wheezing. So I tried to hit Syd with one of my flashlights, but I couldn't hardly move with any force at all. I didn't give up, though, and I kept fighting. The only thing I could get out was three words in that deep, wheezing voice, and there were huge spaces between the words because it took so much to say even just that: "WHY...YOU...HERE...WHY...YOU...HERE." Just over and over again.
I also dreamed something about an alien, but I can't seem to put it together anymore.
And that's all I remember.
Tags: dreams