| Chiomara |
08-01-2017 09:30 AM |
Had several vivid dreams but I don't remember much anymore.
1.) I was having a very, veryyy long but pleasant conversation with someone online. I don't remember who he was. (His avatar looked fuzzy and faraway and it wore a white spandex suit--er, the person in the avatar I mean.) It was someone I had spoken to before but not extensively. He mailed me three gifts; one smelled strongly of perfume (it had been his mother's, he said) and contained various beads and jewelry parts. For making jewelry with, he said. I can't remember what the other two things were. Anyway, there was this place I wanted to go to; I think it was in between where he and I lived. It looked a bit like a grassy mound in an ordinary forest, but there was a small opening surrounded by stones-- big enough to crawl through, and after you did, it gradually opened up into a small cave that you could stand in. I remember him or someone mentioning the name Anthony a lot.
2.) I had managed to convince this family (they were a wealthy vagabond family who traveled and lived in fancy tents during their hunts) that I was one of them. It was on thanksgiving, I think, so I ate and then went into the woods. I was supposed to be hunted by a mountain lion-- this was a somewhat supernatural version of a mountain lion, though. I was not to kill it; it had to kill me. After it did, I would transform into some similar creature and be able to live in the forest with it.
3. I had joined some Alcoholics Anonymous type group solely because the ladies who ran the group/owned the building happened to keep rescue animals there-- mainly baby raccoons. I never left, but once I finally did, I decided it was time for me to die. In this dreamworld, assisted suicides during which you were awake or partially awake during your funeral were commonplace, so I went with that. It lasted hours and hours; I had a helper who stayed by my side and explained things. I mostly just felt sleepiness. As I grew sleepier, I kept asking more and more questions and hallucinating a bit; I felt and saw myself walking down a street I used to live on and asked a flower (a rose with a human mouth with teeth and all), "After I die will I be whole again? Will I rejoin with all of the lost parts?'' and it said, "Yes, but it will be more difficult for you, because, well..." and it turned away. I nodded. My helper continued talking to me gently, announcing that I was changing (appearance-wise), and that my two children "from before" were there now.
The funeral ceremony itself wasn't allowed to begin until I was asleep so as not to cause any panic. I woke up before I actually managed to fall asleep.
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