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dream
setting: my parents were gone. (the only prominent feeling i had as the dream began)
i was in a dormroom, then told that i was in the wrong one. i went to my true dormroom. the room was fully decorated by the 2 inhabitants, but for one side of the room, which had a lonely bed with hunter green sheets. my bed, i supposed.
my name was called out, and so i went out and down the stairs.
Dr. CM, an old professor of mine, took me for my lesson. a music lesson. we went down to his studio, where there were parents waiting for their children. but we sat there, quiet, for a long time, and he didn't teach me anything.
i left the studio, and saw the parents, who were now distraught over their children, who were nowhere to be seen. i reassured them that the children were ok, and rushed away.
the world melted. the sun dropped out of the sky, all the houses, trees, lampposts, all of nature melted and became one with the ground. i saw the blue sky waver, then waves of it, like lava flowing down a volcano, waves of the bloody sky came down.
i looked up, and there was nothing but a hazy red.
before my eyes, something arose from the ground and took shape. as proof. to convince me of something. and i said, "no, i know what is true."
again, something else took shape, and i said, "no, i know what is true."
this time, a form i recognized took shape and brought me to my knees, so dearly did i want to embrace it. it came very very close to me. right over me, looking down at me. but i kept my head down, and said, "no, i know what is true."
there was a radical shift in existence, and i was now on the side of a mountain, sitting next to a friend and a woman. she was older than me, an instructor. we sat on the mountainside, and watched the water flow by us. "it is so pretty," my friend said. we all nodded in agreement.
then, we saw a small dash of silver run downhill in front of us. we looked at each other, puzzled. then we saw another, and another, and soon, the entire mountain was teeming with small silver darts that were streaking downhill. they looked like quicksilver, so dense that it would not meld with anything around it, but flowed downward of its own accord.
we picked one up. it was merely water. but strange water. a water with life, wriggling this way and that way.
it got very cold, and as the darts flew downhill, they began to freeze. the entire mountain became icy, and soon, snow swirled around everywhere. a clapping cracking sound filled the silence, and the ground beneath us dropped. the three of us floundered, trying to grap something, something, so that we would not fall.
when movement stopped, i opened my eyes. i was clinging onto snow, somewhat dense snow. i saw my friend right across from me, also clinging to the snow. our female teacher was a half length higher up, holding on to a slender tree. we were very high above the ground.
we looked at each other, numb and slow. there was not much to say. not much to do. only to cling and to live.
the teacher started telling a story to comfort us, but i wasn't really listening. i focused on my fingers, my hands, willing them to stay stiff, to not relax.
at some point in her story, i looked up, and saw that there was a stub of a branch extending from the trunk of the tree to which the teacher was holding on to. about 2 feet above her head. that branch butt became my sole focus.
i started digging into the sheer ice shelf, trying to make some sort of of grip from which i could climb. when i felt like i had enough, i let go of the dense snow that i had been holding on to. all my stiff muscles tensed as one, and i felt somthing rip. but i waited until i was sure that i wasn't going to fall right away. i carved out another grip.
my friend, on the other side, was doing the same thing. inch my inch, we carved up. i was afraid to look down. afraid that i would slip. afraid that my grip would fail me. afraid that i would tire.
eventually, the stump was too close, too much. it would have been safer had i carved higher, gone a bit further, but i couldn't bear it anymore, so i threw myself at the tree. the tip of my fingers caught, and somehow, my other hand found it's way around the trunk, and i pulled myself up. then a huge thump, and my friend also clung to the tree. we both held onto the stump, completely exhausted and drained.
the teacher was still telling her story. though we fought against it, sleep came over us, and we fell asleep, clinging onto that tree for our lives.
i woke up. in my green sheeted bed. i looked at my fingers, and flexed them. i was alive!! i was in my dorm!! i jumped up and started screaming, eventually crying with what i had been through. i felt as though i had been through some sort of test.
/dream
my dreams are getting very very crazy.
yakob at 1:50 PM
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setting: my parents were gone. (the only prominent feeling i had as the dream began)
i was in a dormroom, then told that i was in the wrong one. i went to my true dormroom. the room was fully decorated by the 2 inhabitants, but for one side of the room, which had a lonely bed with hunter green sheets. my bed, i supposed.
my name was called out, and so i went out and down the stairs.
Dr. CM, an old professor of mine, took me for my lesson. a music lesson. we went down to his studio, where there were parents waiting for their children. but we sat there, quiet, for a long time, and he didn't teach me anything.
i left the studio, and saw the parents, who were now distraught over their children, who were nowhere to be seen. i reassured them that the children were ok, and rushed away.
the world melted. the sun dropped out of the sky, all the houses, trees, lampposts, all of nature melted and became one with the ground. i saw the blue sky waver, then waves of it, like lava flowing down a volcano, waves of the bloody sky came down.
i looked up, and there was nothing but a hazy red.
before my eyes, something arose from the ground and took shape. as proof. to convince me of something. and i said, "no, i know what is true."
again, something else took shape, and i said, "no, i know what is true."
this time, a form i recognized took shape and brought me to my knees, so dearly did i want to embrace it. it came very very close to me. right over me, looking down at me. but i kept my head down, and said, "no, i know what is true."
there was a radical shift in existence, and i was now on the side of a mountain, sitting next to a friend and a woman. she was older than me, an instructor. we sat on the mountainside, and watched the water flow by us. "it is so pretty," my friend said. we all nodded in agreement.
then, we saw a small dash of silver run downhill in front of us. we looked at each other, puzzled. then we saw another, and another, and soon, the entire mountain was teeming with small silver darts that were streaking downhill. they looked like quicksilver, so dense that it would not meld with anything around it, but flowed downward of its own accord.
we picked one up. it was merely water. but strange water. a water with life, wriggling this way and that way.
it got very cold, and as the darts flew downhill, they began to freeze. the entire mountain became icy, and soon, snow swirled around everywhere. a clapping cracking sound filled the silence, and the ground beneath us dropped. the three of us floundered, trying to grap something, something, so that we would not fall.
when movement stopped, i opened my eyes. i was clinging onto snow, somewhat dense snow. i saw my friend right across from me, also clinging to the snow. our female teacher was a half length higher up, holding on to a slender tree. we were very high above the ground.
we looked at each other, numb and slow. there was not much to say. not much to do. only to cling and to live.
the teacher started telling a story to comfort us, but i wasn't really listening. i focused on my fingers, my hands, willing them to stay stiff, to not relax.
at some point in her story, i looked up, and saw that there was a stub of a branch extending from the trunk of the tree to which the teacher was holding on to. about 2 feet above her head. that branch butt became my sole focus.
i started digging into the sheer ice shelf, trying to make some sort of of grip from which i could climb. when i felt like i had enough, i let go of the dense snow that i had been holding on to. all my stiff muscles tensed as one, and i felt somthing rip. but i waited until i was sure that i wasn't going to fall right away. i carved out another grip.
my friend, on the other side, was doing the same thing. inch my inch, we carved up. i was afraid to look down. afraid that i would slip. afraid that my grip would fail me. afraid that i would tire.
eventually, the stump was too close, too much. it would have been safer had i carved higher, gone a bit further, but i couldn't bear it anymore, so i threw myself at the tree. the tip of my fingers caught, and somehow, my other hand found it's way around the trunk, and i pulled myself up. then a huge thump, and my friend also clung to the tree. we both held onto the stump, completely exhausted and drained.
the teacher was still telling her story. though we fought against it, sleep came over us, and we fell asleep, clinging onto that tree for our lives.
i woke up. in my green sheeted bed. i looked at my fingers, and flexed them. i was alive!! i was in my dorm!! i jumped up and started screaming, eventually crying with what i had been through. i felt as though i had been through some sort of test.
/dream
my dreams are getting very very crazy.
yakob at 1:50 PM