I guess I should have mentioned this sooner.
When I go to bed, I rarely sleep straight through. I generally get up once to use the bathroom or move to my comfy chair if Cappy is in obnoxious sleeping mode. Plus I get up another time to give him his breakfast before heading back to sleep. Why am I mentioning this? Because each time I go back to sleep, I rarely have the same dream.
Most are just scenes, unconnected acts. Some are like the one I posted earlier, an entire tale of some kind or other. And then I get the third type, where it is just small vignettes, but they are all connected. After I had gotten up form having the multiple worlds dream and went back to bed, I had the third type of dream. That in its own is unusual, but what elevated this to something truly different was that I (or an effigy of me) was not the main character in these. In fact, I was only in one part in passing. No, these dreams consisted of mundane events involving my Father. I had three of them in a row:
My Father makes a new friend- My Dad is out on the town (it was either Woodinville or Snohomish, couldn't quite tell) doing errands. He is driving a 1965 Mustang, which I believed to be my niece Saresa's, and he makes a stop at the auto parts store. when he exits the store, a man is admiring the Mustang. They start to chat about it and cars in general. Eventually my Dad invites him to stop by the house to take a look see of the shop. They part as friends.
My Father works around the house- This was pretty much what it says on the tin. My dream consisted of following my Dad as he did various chores around the place.
My Father and Lois prepare to go out to an event with me- This little scene followed my parents as they got ready to go to an event (most likely a play) in Seattle. They made sure they had everything for the trip, and were having a normal conversation while doing so.
There was nothing wild or crazy about this. I have been with my Father when these type of activities are being done, so I know it was pretty mundane. Another one where I have no idea where this came from, although I have an inkling it was just my subconscious telling me to give him a call to see how things are going. I have no answers for this, just thought I'd share it...
Saturday, November 29, 2014
New dream: a part of the secret world
Yes, it is once again time for another of my bizarre dreams to make an appearance that I had to write down quickly after waking to capture the essence of. This hopefully explains the rather bare-bones writing. A rather unusual one that gave me a feeling of bliss. Also, one that wasn't like a fairytale...
It started with me just living my life, feeling like something was missing, like I was not completely me. My friends were supportive, reassuring me, yet also wondering if I knew what it was I thought was wrong. At their prodding, I gradually had a recollection of a secluded large older white house near a river and lake. I don't remember ever being there, but still I felt a sense of familiarity.
Eventually a couple of my friends, based on my descriptions, recalled a place that they used to frequent a lot in the past that sounded like the one I was recalling. They offered to take me there if I wanted. I thought that was a good idea and the three of us headed out.
We finally arrived, and the house looked exactly like I had recalled. We park the car and head to it, when the front door opens and another friend I had not seen for years comes out. She rushes to great us warmly, especially me. She tells us how she ended up owning this place after she was married to another friend of our who I also hadn't seen for some time. She started to give us a tour of the place as I tried to remember why I stopped seeing these two and why I knew this place.
Inside was very homey, disorganized but not messy. She led us through most of the house, with a couple rooms excluded because they were not ready for guest she explained. When she showed us the large enclosed back porch, I realized I had been here before. I told this to them, and instead of saying I hadn't, they instead asked me what do I recall of this place. I tell them I remember we all, plus a couple others, used to come here all the time and enjoy ourselves and life. I start recalling barbeques, sleepovers, and more at their careful prodding.
Then a major revelation hits me and I cry out.
They all come to me, comforting me and asking what was wrong. I tell them I remember that this place was more than just a house, just property. They ask me what I mean. I hesitate, afraid of feeling like a fool for what I realized, but their friendly comfort and reassurance allows me to continue.
I say that it was one such event here that we had discovered that this place was where our world and the world that coexists with ours come together. A world of magic, where the old tales of the fae folk and miracles and amazing creatures and abilities were based on. And somehow we had broken through and connected. I looked at my friends, expecting ridicule and scorn, but instead saw understanding and relief. It was then I realized they already knew this. But why didn't I remember? And why keep it from me? Then the next revelation hits.
When we discovered this and explored, we encountered what could be best be called Ancient ones. They were most likely the basis for the fae folk, but they did not match our known descriptions of them. They were in part difficult for us to see, because it appears that they don't entirely exist in our reality, and our mind can only grasp the part that is. But despite their appearances, they were not evil. Far from it. Like beings partially constructed of shadows, they flowed around us, welcoming us to the greater world. The guided us and helped us grasp the secrets of both worlds. How to weild again the power known as magic.
It is at this point the final revelation returns. Why I could not remember.
The Ancient ones were not dying out, but their numbers were small. Because of their nature, simply breeding amongst themselves was not viable. They needed others from our world to assist. There were rare people in our world whose essence was compatible with them to help create more of them.
And I was one such person.
They had asked me if I would assist them. It wasn't sex, it was more of a joining into one for a while and then separating to create a new life. However, you would never be completely separate. You would always be a part of them and them of you. It is considered a great honor to be part of this, but it is not forced upon anyone. It must be done of your own free will. And when I had been asked, I had panicked and fled. I blocked out my memories of all of this and tried to continue my life. Except it stayed in the back of my mind. My friends realized that if they tried to make me remember, it could destroy me, so they kept watch on me. My one friend and her husband took over the house waiting for the real owner to come back for it, while the others involved watched me and didn't talk about it until I brought it up.
As all of this sunk in, I realized why I didn't feel whole. Back then, I had been overwhelmed. Now I understood. I told my friends to take me to them, it was time. They happily did so. We pierced the veil and came to the Ancient Ones, who had waited for me. I came upon them of my own free will and was embraced by all, human and Ancient.
There was a grand feast and ceremony to mark the occasion. I learned that my two friends who had stayed back had become masters at wielding magic and were not only guardians of the nexus, but were slowly working to integrate the worlds. Then, after the festivities, I was left with the one who was to join with me. We joined and I finally, for the first time, felt complete. (Again, it wasn't sex you pervs.)
After we separated and held another celebration, my friends and I headed back to the house, which it turns out was mine. I stayed in order to start my new life and duty: emissary for the two worlds. I was to have my two friends who had stayed to assist me in further integrating the worlds, which was made easier now that I was more than human and could wield magic as if I always could. This allowed me to bridge great distances with ease, allowing others from far away to instantly arrive and other emissaries from their domains to interact easily with us. And slowly the world once again filled with wonder.
Now I have no idea where this came from, since this is not something I usually read about or look at. Frankly I am stymied. And truthfully, I don't care where this dream's genesis came from, all I know is that I enjoyed it and the feelings it gave to me. And I hope you, whoever is reading this, got a little fun out of it too, as hastily written as this was...
It started with me just living my life, feeling like something was missing, like I was not completely me. My friends were supportive, reassuring me, yet also wondering if I knew what it was I thought was wrong. At their prodding, I gradually had a recollection of a secluded large older white house near a river and lake. I don't remember ever being there, but still I felt a sense of familiarity.
Eventually a couple of my friends, based on my descriptions, recalled a place that they used to frequent a lot in the past that sounded like the one I was recalling. They offered to take me there if I wanted. I thought that was a good idea and the three of us headed out.
We finally arrived, and the house looked exactly like I had recalled. We park the car and head to it, when the front door opens and another friend I had not seen for years comes out. She rushes to great us warmly, especially me. She tells us how she ended up owning this place after she was married to another friend of our who I also hadn't seen for some time. She started to give us a tour of the place as I tried to remember why I stopped seeing these two and why I knew this place.
Inside was very homey, disorganized but not messy. She led us through most of the house, with a couple rooms excluded because they were not ready for guest she explained. When she showed us the large enclosed back porch, I realized I had been here before. I told this to them, and instead of saying I hadn't, they instead asked me what do I recall of this place. I tell them I remember we all, plus a couple others, used to come here all the time and enjoy ourselves and life. I start recalling barbeques, sleepovers, and more at their careful prodding.
Then a major revelation hits me and I cry out.
They all come to me, comforting me and asking what was wrong. I tell them I remember that this place was more than just a house, just property. They ask me what I mean. I hesitate, afraid of feeling like a fool for what I realized, but their friendly comfort and reassurance allows me to continue.
I say that it was one such event here that we had discovered that this place was where our world and the world that coexists with ours come together. A world of magic, where the old tales of the fae folk and miracles and amazing creatures and abilities were based on. And somehow we had broken through and connected. I looked at my friends, expecting ridicule and scorn, but instead saw understanding and relief. It was then I realized they already knew this. But why didn't I remember? And why keep it from me? Then the next revelation hits.
When we discovered this and explored, we encountered what could be best be called Ancient ones. They were most likely the basis for the fae folk, but they did not match our known descriptions of them. They were in part difficult for us to see, because it appears that they don't entirely exist in our reality, and our mind can only grasp the part that is. But despite their appearances, they were not evil. Far from it. Like beings partially constructed of shadows, they flowed around us, welcoming us to the greater world. The guided us and helped us grasp the secrets of both worlds. How to weild again the power known as magic.
It is at this point the final revelation returns. Why I could not remember.
The Ancient ones were not dying out, but their numbers were small. Because of their nature, simply breeding amongst themselves was not viable. They needed others from our world to assist. There were rare people in our world whose essence was compatible with them to help create more of them.
And I was one such person.
They had asked me if I would assist them. It wasn't sex, it was more of a joining into one for a while and then separating to create a new life. However, you would never be completely separate. You would always be a part of them and them of you. It is considered a great honor to be part of this, but it is not forced upon anyone. It must be done of your own free will. And when I had been asked, I had panicked and fled. I blocked out my memories of all of this and tried to continue my life. Except it stayed in the back of my mind. My friends realized that if they tried to make me remember, it could destroy me, so they kept watch on me. My one friend and her husband took over the house waiting for the real owner to come back for it, while the others involved watched me and didn't talk about it until I brought it up.
As all of this sunk in, I realized why I didn't feel whole. Back then, I had been overwhelmed. Now I understood. I told my friends to take me to them, it was time. They happily did so. We pierced the veil and came to the Ancient Ones, who had waited for me. I came upon them of my own free will and was embraced by all, human and Ancient.
There was a grand feast and ceremony to mark the occasion. I learned that my two friends who had stayed back had become masters at wielding magic and were not only guardians of the nexus, but were slowly working to integrate the worlds. Then, after the festivities, I was left with the one who was to join with me. We joined and I finally, for the first time, felt complete. (Again, it wasn't sex you pervs.)
After we separated and held another celebration, my friends and I headed back to the house, which it turns out was mine. I stayed in order to start my new life and duty: emissary for the two worlds. I was to have my two friends who had stayed to assist me in further integrating the worlds, which was made easier now that I was more than human and could wield magic as if I always could. This allowed me to bridge great distances with ease, allowing others from far away to instantly arrive and other emissaries from their domains to interact easily with us. And slowly the world once again filled with wonder.
Now I have no idea where this came from, since this is not something I usually read about or look at. Frankly I am stymied. And truthfully, I don't care where this dream's genesis came from, all I know is that I enjoyed it and the feelings it gave to me. And I hope you, whoever is reading this, got a little fun out of it too, as hastily written as this was...
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Writing prompt: the book that is more than a book
So yesterday while I was doing a final cleanup of the station before clocking out for the day, I came across an abandoned book. A usual occurrence, no big deal. Until I opened it up.
On the back page was a sequence of numbers. There was no reference to what they were for, but if I had a guess, I would say they were page numbers. With this came the following scenario, which could be an interesting tale:
What if you found a book that was ordinary in every way that had a torn piece of paper in it. This piece of paper had a partial list on it of numbers that if you went only to those pages the book would begin to do... something.
Now what would the book do and what would it compel the finder to do? And would there be others looking for the book? And what if finder found the missing numbers? Interesting ideas, no?
It's why I am putting it out there for the masses to play with. I have ideas of where it could go, but I would love to see what others could do. All I ask is that if you make a story/novel/script from it, you give me credit for the original idea.
Happy writing!
On the back page was a sequence of numbers. There was no reference to what they were for, but if I had a guess, I would say they were page numbers. With this came the following scenario, which could be an interesting tale:
What if you found a book that was ordinary in every way that had a torn piece of paper in it. This piece of paper had a partial list on it of numbers that if you went only to those pages the book would begin to do... something.
Now what would the book do and what would it compel the finder to do? And would there be others looking for the book? And what if finder found the missing numbers? Interesting ideas, no?
It's why I am putting it out there for the masses to play with. I have ideas of where it could go, but I would love to see what others could do. All I ask is that if you make a story/novel/script from it, you give me credit for the original idea.
Happy writing!
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