11/9/11
The dreams I had last night began to fade really quickly when I woke up, so I really don’t have all the details.
It starts in some sort of shed or barn, where there is this mysterious boy, with his herd of nanny goats. There’s something about him. He may have been a spy, I know he was training for something. Then I meet/see this guy who has really unusual effects on people when you look at him – not unlike the mythical being who had someone fall in love with them with one look at their face.
Then there was the fragment where Harry Potter was out fishing on the lake to escape from voldemort.
The final fragment was of a man, who changed into a white hart in winter.
Tag Archive: Unusual
12/8/11
I moved house a week ago, which was insanely busy and quite fun (mum was more stressed about it, but she stresses about pretty much anything these days. Really need to get her to chill out a bit more I think…)
Anyway, the upshot of the house move is that I haven’t been writing down my dreams. and I have had a fair few quite vivid ones. I am however writing what I remember of last nights as it was a bit gory and very unusual.
The first bit was ok. It was on the coast, with a cliff I was climbing and something about the tides and being careful to be away from this place when the tide came in – it was dangerous.
The other was the gory one. There was a sheep, lambing. The sheep and one of the lamb twins dies. They are wrapped up in a sheet (navy blue bed sheet I think – the thin cotton type that cover the lower part of the bed – I think it’s called a valence), anyway,. They are bundled up and taken away. The other lamb is cared for. But the girl in my dream does something, and needs the sheet. The sheep bodies are gone, and the sheet is in the garage, but the smell is still on it. And in my dream I can smell it. I’ve never smelled anything in my dreams before..and it wasn’t just me smelling something in my room either…it was that sickly sweet smell of blood/off meat.
So yeah. Weird. There was more to the dream too, and I don’t remember it.
17/5/11
The dram I had last night was unusual, in that I saw things from a disembodied state rather than as one of the people in the dream. So I was following this Roman centurion or legionary around. He was at home with family, and a little boy, when he gets orders to go to the aid of a town across the bay of Naples – because Vesuvius is erupting. So he gathers his cohort of about 30 men and heads off, only the little boy, who I tag as his nephew follows along – and he’s way too young to be with the legionaries – he’s only about ten. He’s very inquisitive and talkative and the men humour him as if he’s some sort of a mascot. They are just coming around the base of Vesuvius when the ash starts to fall, along with lapilli and pumice. They form up, using their shields to protect them. There’s a bit of narrative (from the little boy’s mother) about the legionary and how he is struggling to cope with the death of his mother. Thus follows an interesting scene with the marble effigy (life sized) of his mother getting buried in the ash as the men try to protect themselves (the big blocks are falling in the ash). They are scattered, and the little boy is now cowering behind a stone mile marker. The men seem to have forgotten him. It’s all in greeny-purple and grey colours. I got woken up before the end, which is a shame. I would have liked to have known the ending.
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