22/12/2013

22/12/13

 

So I had an odd Mage related dream last night (among several others). I received a note (on a post it note sized piece of paper) telling me that I was being considered to be a member of the Euthanatos, but that due to the Nephandi idea (I came up with a silly idea, that would have ended up with the slaughter of the entire Order of Hermes and posted it before thinking through properly, needless to say, my character got shouted at), I was going to have to provide further proof of my worthiness.) – this dream really amused Zoe who is running the game!

 

Another fragment was in a garden park.  I was misdirecting the public.  There were birds nests made from woolly mammoth fur and a collie helping bird.  There were letters underneath one of the nests.

 

More mundane was the dream I was at the Doctors, he is telling me I’m having a stress reaction, probably work related (it has been uber stressful recently)

 

The next dream fragment was very dark and had a heavy atmosphere.  It was also very Harry Potter  there were giant stone statues, which grasp me and put me onto a high ledge/shelf for my own protection.  I am stuck there until a maid shows me the magic door.

 

 

The next dream fragment was a Quidditch match on very old brooms – the Slytherin players had been politicking, and we were not permitted better.  Something magical happens and the brooms fall out of sky and hang there, JUST above the pitch, brush end up, with the Griffindors hanging desperately onto the ends of their brooms, while the Slytherin sit on theirs.  Harry is near the Slytherin players.  He see’s the snitch, which is /just/ out of reach.  For some reason Veritaserum is used on everyone.  Harry is annoyed I think because it was Neville Longbottom’s idea?  He feels Ill in any case and is taken up to the castle.  They take him up the stairs to his bed chamber and up a ladder.  The ladder falls away and he can’t get down.  Then the dream faded.

 

24/1/13

24/1/13
I had an odd sort of dream last night, in which I am climbing into a carriage. It’s Victorian era and I am in a gorgeous purple silk dress trimmed with grey fur. I sit in the carriage and see Zoe sitting opposite me in a similar outfit in red and black. She has the kitten Kismet on her lap. I have a faux full rug placed over my legs and Kismet likes it. It smells of rabbit so she settles on my legs.

17/04/2012

17/04/2012
I had the weirdest dream last night.  There was a Chinese or Japanese woman, a mother (in the dream my mother) who is chatting to some other adults.  We are in a museum or palace where there are toys or weapons on pedestals.  I play with one pretty silver box (really ornate scroll decoration over it).  I accidentally knock it over after I have finished playing.  I cut my finger on it – it turns out it contains tiny weapons that wouldn’t go amiss in a dolls house.  They fall out of the box.  The mother of my dream tells me to be careful.  There are other children here and they are fascinated with the box and weapons.  We see a secret door in a wall, and realise that the box of ‘weapons’ is a ‘key’ (if you are a accomplished lock picker at least).  The parents move out of the room.  I bow, and then they take the box.  We enter the door.
The door slams shut behind us, plunging us into darkness.  An ‘exit’ light appears lighting up a tunnel.  There are two options.  One option is narrow and poorly carved, and looks the less easy passage, but I feel that this is the safest route to get out, and opt to take it.  The other passage is broad and easy with no steps.  The other kids opt to take that one.  I have a gut feeling that that route isn’t safe, though I have no proof to offer them.  I climb the narrow twisting way and end up in a very opulent lavender and paisley decorated room.  There is the most gorgeous cat in there, cream and brown spots, soft fur and it’s all over me for attention.  I spend some time with the cat, but eventually move on. I come to another opulent room.  It looks very much like the one with the cat which I just left.  In this room there is a beautiful woman.  She’s bound to a chair and gagged in the centre of the room.  She’s very dissatisfied with her lot (who wouldn’t be?).  I have no idea why she’s a prisoner.  Men come in and they stare at her, like hungry wolves, but they don’t touch her in any way, just look.  I leave before anything happens unnoticed by the men, who seem to be captivated under some sort of a spell by the woman.
I carry on walking.  I see my friends over a balcony.  They are in some sort of a mine – lots of flames, lots of attackers.  I fire off my bow (which suddenly appeared out o nowhere or as if I’d had it all along and not realised I had it until that moment. They escape.
I come out of the maze safely. 
The dream shifts
I’m at a bike race with my friends, but my bike is in a terrible state.  In real life the bike has a flat tyre from over wintering, in the dream it’s in a much worse state – falling apart.  I miss the race as someone is helping me fix my tyre.  Joe and Sera are there, but they are racing, so I look after their gear.  There are some golden haired twins who eventually fix my bike, but then I woke up.

6/7/10

I don’t remember much from last night except one small clip which was quite vivid. There is a small rodent with a thin face and a high squeak. It’s fur is straw like (long and shaggy) and it has huge dark eyes – very cute looking. There is a noise which scares it – it squeaks in fright and runs away.