The Lionfish

A very busy night of dreaming last night. I need to work on remembering them because lately the details upon waking have been so sketchy and disjointed. I must still be processing a whole lot. I remember some faces, and I remember specifically watching a lionfish last night- Except the one in my dreams could look completely streamlined and sleek, then puff all his spines out like a puffer fish, for a surprise attack.

If memory serves...

The aforementioned long conversation with an unfamiliar person was actually with a very certain person, and wasn't a "conversation" at all. At least, not with words...

Flying High

This morning I dreamt I was at the school. I think I had an *intense* conversation with someone early on but can't clearly remember who it was or what was said. Later, I wanted to explore around the campus even though it was dinner time. I took off flying to take a look around. A lot of my flying dreams recently have been dampened with feelings of heaviness, or inability to get more than a few feet off the ground. This was not the case last night as I was soaring all over the place, through windows and over rooftops, with no problem. It was wonderful to feel that light and free again.

Runaway

I remember pushing through a screen window in a hurry. There was a younger girl at my side and we jumped out the window onto the wet grass. It was very dark and it felt like there were storms in the sky. We ran together, me half-carrying her. We met up with a man who was going to help us escape. Across the wide field of a park we ran, thinking that all was clear, until I felt the others pressing in from the north. Before we could find safety they were there and tore her from my arms. I reeled and bit in protest. After a struggle I freed myself and vanished from their sights, trailing the girl and captors. I watched them separate her from her daemon (see: Dark Materials Trilogy) and go opposite directions. Somehow she managed to get free even though she was dazed from missing her daemon. I followed her into a building complex of some kind and found that she was evading me; she didn't trust me now that I let her get caught. I found the man we had been waiting for and we set off together to bring her to safety. I pleaded with her to stay calm and come with us as we trailed her because I knew the others were not very far behind. Out of exhaustion she finally collapsed and I lifted her into the man's big truck, almost like a fire engine. Now the most pressing matter was finding her Daemon. I tuned in my thoughts and searched psychically for her frequency, telling him where to turn on the streets. It let us to an open garage piled to the brim with junk- old furniture, trash bags, random objects thrown in with disregard. I pointed to one of the trash bags and tore it open. After digging around I found a small tray with a piece of old food and a very timid-looking cricket inside. I very gently handed the girl the tray and she took with both hands, starry eyed, and lifted the cricket out. She put the insect and her shoulder, and her entire being brightened significantly.

Tornado

I with my mother, father and siblings at a large family gathering of some kind. My mother seems to be just staring off, not interacting with anyone there, even though it's her side of the family. People keep trying to talk with her to no avail. I tell her something really important and she just stares. I start crying really hard, so hard that i start choking on sobs as I'm sleeping. The entire ride back to the hotel she is practically a zombie. As we drive down the road I see a funnel cloud, slowly rotating and brewing on the tail of a storm. I watch with horror as the shingles start to fly off rooftops in the distance. Dad accelerates to arrive more quickly. When we are filing out of the car i learn she is going to a separate hotel room. I hold her face in my hands and stare into her eyes with all my courage and say, "I love you. I miss you. but if this is the way you want it then it's the way it will be".

She just stares. When I wake up it is raining.

Psychic Paintball

In my dreams this morning there was a lot of flying and mid-air acrobatics. This is a good sign because within the past year or so my ability to fly in my dreams has been lessened. It was good to soar across the skies again.

I was engaged in a battle that I can only describe as Psychic Paintball. I think that there was a very relevant purpose to the battle because we were all taking it very seriously. I was shooting red beams and bursts of of energy and the other team was using blue. There was something we had that they wanted back from us. I remember being handed a bow to use with arrows but that it was shoddily made and splintered the first time I used it. When they managed to get back what we'd taken (which was a small green, glowing orb of some kind) I had to become invisible and go looking for it because no one else in the group was stealthy enough to do so. They provided distraction while I nosed around their base. However I was discovered before I could locate the orb and set out a massive fleet after me. It was the dark of night now and I managed to stay enough ahead to find a small tent and ducked into it for shelter. Inside was a very haggard-looking woman with a very wise look in her eye. I may have called her Yambe-Akka (from Phillip Pullman's Dark Materials trilogy, the witch goddess of death) and asked her to please keep her spiders from me because they were crawling all over the floor of the cabin. She agreed to hide me there. I looked up at the roof of the tent and saw a brilliantly starry sky, not at all like the clouds that were outside the tent.

Camped Out

I had been living out of my car. I was in the parking lot of my workplace and waiting for my shift to start but while I was waiting I began to observe a trend of some kind- there were certain people around that I knew had been sent by the Others. I managed to stay hidden and observe as they tried to get strategically placed for when I came to work. -shift- T. and I are in a small room with luggage, glancing at each other hesitantly. I get the feeling that we will be here for a while (though I can't clearly remember where "here" was- only that we had to lay low for some time).