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Very strange dreams last night
Dream 1:
I was a missionary to a strange land, a land of tropical scenery, but no humidity (humidity never seems to factor in any of my dreams). A group of natives came out to meet me. They were clothed very simply, in loincloths and the like, but also looked ready for battle or action. Clearly a people familiar with war. I was immediately challenged, and quite a few looked ready to kill me right away. Somehow, (the transition was blurry to me. it's a dream, it doesn't have to make sense) I became part of an archery contest, and in my dream, I was an incredible shot (which is ridiculous. when i went to a summer retreat as a counselor for youth group, i couldn't even hit the edge of the target at 15 ft). The village slowly began to accept me, but suddenly there was a commotion. A group of their arch enemies had boldly appeared at the edge of the village. The villagers were incensed, and shouted and threatened to kill them. I walked over and asked them, "why do you come like this? don't you know that they will kill you? (the enemy group was very small, and composed of little more than young boys, girls and old men) "we know," one replied. "we were sent out to attack our enemies and die, for we have a disease that can not be cured, and we will die anyway." i was stunned, but before i could really process this sort of logic, the small group lifted their weapons, ready to kill before they died. "stop!" i cried. "maybe i can do something for you." (it just occurred to me, there was no language barrier in my dream. i was able to freely communicate with both groups). somehow, i did something for those kids, and they were relieved of their illnesses. they were so happy that they took me back to their village. except it wasn't a village. these people turned out to be much more civilized and advanced in their culture than the first group. i was taken to a big gathering in a large hall. the hall was huge, with high ceilings and ornate carvings decorating the walls. the floor was carpeted with red, and the place was flooded with light. i was led to the front, and took one of the front row seats. two women rose, facing me, from the front, wearing dark, yet thin, purple robes. their faces were hidden by boxy veils that covered their faces. they lifted violins to their chins, and began to play a heart-wrenching melody, which ripped through me, and i wanted so badly to see their faces. i had never felt a longing like that before. but alas, during the entire performance, i could not see.
thus ended the first dream.
Dream 2 (i think i woke up and went back to sleep, prompting this second dream):
my loved one (don't i wish i knew who it was! her face never materialized) and i were at the edge of the ocean. it was not the broad, bright expanse typical of a beach. the area was somewhat darker, with large, jagged boulders around. one of those boulders was a perfect edge from which to dive into the ocean. i wanted to impress her, so i jumped from the edge of the boulder, flipped several times, then dove into the water. the water was cold, and punched the air out of me, but it was beautiful underneath the water. the world underneath was clear, of a dark blue. i gradually rose to the top, and called out to her. she also jumped from the boulder, but surprised me with her confidence, grace and daring when she rose so high, much higher than i, to twist, turn and spin with ease into the water. i swam under, to meet her underneath. she was far below, due to the height from which she dove, smiling as she rose to me. but as she slowly swam up, i saw a grimace on her face, and she doubled up as she rose. i swam harder towards her, frightened at what might have happened to her. when i reached her, she was limp, and i pulled her toward the surface. by then, i was shaking and in tears, because something was seriously wrong. i pulled her towards a grassy area, and there were some children watching us some out. they stared, wide-eyed. i was oblivious to everything, because i was carrying my love, limp, in my arms, crying as i carried her. those kids stared as though seeing something fairy-tale like, as though we were two underwater creatures, like mermaids (err, mermaid and mer---person?), come to step foot on earth. after i laid her down, i felt the need to get her two things that she desperately needed to survive, collard greens and something else which i can't remember. when that realization struck me, i ran inland, to find her the collard greens. i was suddenly in american suburbia, looking for spinach in perfectly manicured lawns. i was frantic and frenzied, knowing that she would die if i didn't find it soon. i kept crying as i searched, my blurry vision preventing me from searching properly, and my abdominal muscles kept contracting abruptly, bringing me to my knees. i didn't know what to do, i just couldn't find it. in that state of dispair, i woke from my 2nd dream.
so, how weird is all that? actually, not as strange as some of the other dreams i've had. i don't know what it all means, whether it says something about the way i think, or the things on my mind. i just know that if i don't write it down, i will soon lose it.
yakob at 3:06 PM
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Dream 1:
I was a missionary to a strange land, a land of tropical scenery, but no humidity (humidity never seems to factor in any of my dreams). A group of natives came out to meet me. They were clothed very simply, in loincloths and the like, but also looked ready for battle or action. Clearly a people familiar with war. I was immediately challenged, and quite a few looked ready to kill me right away. Somehow, (the transition was blurry to me. it's a dream, it doesn't have to make sense) I became part of an archery contest, and in my dream, I was an incredible shot (which is ridiculous. when i went to a summer retreat as a counselor for youth group, i couldn't even hit the edge of the target at 15 ft). The village slowly began to accept me, but suddenly there was a commotion. A group of their arch enemies had boldly appeared at the edge of the village. The villagers were incensed, and shouted and threatened to kill them. I walked over and asked them, "why do you come like this? don't you know that they will kill you? (the enemy group was very small, and composed of little more than young boys, girls and old men) "we know," one replied. "we were sent out to attack our enemies and die, for we have a disease that can not be cured, and we will die anyway." i was stunned, but before i could really process this sort of logic, the small group lifted their weapons, ready to kill before they died. "stop!" i cried. "maybe i can do something for you." (it just occurred to me, there was no language barrier in my dream. i was able to freely communicate with both groups). somehow, i did something for those kids, and they were relieved of their illnesses. they were so happy that they took me back to their village. except it wasn't a village. these people turned out to be much more civilized and advanced in their culture than the first group. i was taken to a big gathering in a large hall. the hall was huge, with high ceilings and ornate carvings decorating the walls. the floor was carpeted with red, and the place was flooded with light. i was led to the front, and took one of the front row seats. two women rose, facing me, from the front, wearing dark, yet thin, purple robes. their faces were hidden by boxy veils that covered their faces. they lifted violins to their chins, and began to play a heart-wrenching melody, which ripped through me, and i wanted so badly to see their faces. i had never felt a longing like that before. but alas, during the entire performance, i could not see.
thus ended the first dream.
Dream 2 (i think i woke up and went back to sleep, prompting this second dream):
my loved one (don't i wish i knew who it was! her face never materialized) and i were at the edge of the ocean. it was not the broad, bright expanse typical of a beach. the area was somewhat darker, with large, jagged boulders around. one of those boulders was a perfect edge from which to dive into the ocean. i wanted to impress her, so i jumped from the edge of the boulder, flipped several times, then dove into the water. the water was cold, and punched the air out of me, but it was beautiful underneath the water. the world underneath was clear, of a dark blue. i gradually rose to the top, and called out to her. she also jumped from the boulder, but surprised me with her confidence, grace and daring when she rose so high, much higher than i, to twist, turn and spin with ease into the water. i swam under, to meet her underneath. she was far below, due to the height from which she dove, smiling as she rose to me. but as she slowly swam up, i saw a grimace on her face, and she doubled up as she rose. i swam harder towards her, frightened at what might have happened to her. when i reached her, she was limp, and i pulled her toward the surface. by then, i was shaking and in tears, because something was seriously wrong. i pulled her towards a grassy area, and there were some children watching us some out. they stared, wide-eyed. i was oblivious to everything, because i was carrying my love, limp, in my arms, crying as i carried her. those kids stared as though seeing something fairy-tale like, as though we were two underwater creatures, like mermaids (err, mermaid and mer---person?), come to step foot on earth. after i laid her down, i felt the need to get her two things that she desperately needed to survive, collard greens and something else which i can't remember. when that realization struck me, i ran inland, to find her the collard greens. i was suddenly in american suburbia, looking for spinach in perfectly manicured lawns. i was frantic and frenzied, knowing that she would die if i didn't find it soon. i kept crying as i searched, my blurry vision preventing me from searching properly, and my abdominal muscles kept contracting abruptly, bringing me to my knees. i didn't know what to do, i just couldn't find it. in that state of dispair, i woke from my 2nd dream.
so, how weird is all that? actually, not as strange as some of the other dreams i've had. i don't know what it all means, whether it says something about the way i think, or the things on my mind. i just know that if i don't write it down, i will soon lose it.
yakob at 3:06 PM