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witchscauldronLast night was a hell of a dreamtime. Back and forth in time, places...some real world, some very surreal not-world type of stuff. I think some of it had meaning, and a lot of the rest was just garbage cycling through my head. Thank you very much, Enter the Matrix (cool game, tho).
Started off in the not-world - waiting for a ritual. Was Lynna and Angela and a couple of others. They told me the time was not right for me, and walked away. This not world was white and pale, pearlish-abalone shell colours. The sky was star-pierced twilight, the temperature cold. Everyone wore pale colours. I was white, all white. They kept calling me Woman-Who-Is-Not. O_o
Next part of the dream was odd. My brothers and I were "vacationing" with my father in the top of a tall building, the "Met Life" building supposedly in NY. Right on the roof, my brothers were playing. My oldest brother, Gregory, kept jumping off the roof and into an open window on the top floor - some sort of walking-on-walls stuff. Too much Matrix, I suspect. I told him to stop, that one time he'd miss and fall. He tells me so what? I snap back "'Cause you can't do this!" and dive off the roof. Naturally, I circle and fly my way back to the roof with huge black wings. He seems suitable cowed, and we go for breakfast.
We're in a large hall. It's not normally a place people would eat. Confusing. We are served - for some reason all the food is red - and we sit. Behind us at another table there is a meeting taking place - they complain that I and my family are there. We are made to leave..something that makes me angry, and I remember. It ties in later.
Another sense of fade, or change. I am back in the twilight, pale world. I am still white. White wings, white hair. I am with a young man in a field full of plants. Pale little spindly plants, but there are crystals in all shapes, shining brilliant and cold, growing out of them on vines along the grey earth. A man appears, bitter and dark. He says to the boy with me that I am to find the crystal star...I look, and the plants part before me, in waves. The star pulses as I pick it up and hold it to my breast. I cherish this, somehow. It feels right. We leave the field, before the dark man changes his mind about letting me have this birthright.
"Real-world" again. A group of children, one of whom is the boy from the field but not really, is infiltrating a large corporate office on some sort of mission. (Again, too much Matrix, I think.) They have carefully thought out ways to avoid adults, and to get what they need...it is as if they know something that only a few others do, and are trying to escape a fate they see as horrible. They are being followed by only a few adults...one is the dark man, who now looks and sounds like Martin Sheen. O_o
It becomes evident they are trying to rescue one boy, who is will be "examined" by a doctor if they are not fast enough. As they reach the "doctor's" office, they are trapped by the adults, and the boy who was in the field in the not-world is being coerced by Martin Sheen to "give it up"...whatever it is. He says he cannot...it isn't his. The other adults want to shoot him...Martin Sheen continues to talk, to wheedle...the boy is glacing at a clock and getting more anxious as it ticks by. Then he says it is too late, and the perspective changes.
The view shifts. I watch myself walk towards the base of the building. I am white again - white as milk, but with eyes like emeralds and a crystal star embedded in my chest. I am dressed in robes of pale sheer silk. My wings are outspread, silvered, and I am laughing. Fanged. Pointed. Cold. I am taller, stronger than those running from the building. Colour, swirling ocean blues and greens floods into the star, light radiating and staining the skin surrounding it. I raise my hands, and an aura of lightning the same ocean tones crackles around me, sending off trails of sparks as I walk. The adults know I have arrived, Woman-Who-Is-Not and they rush to confront me...
And I awake. O_o I am waiting to see if I recieve more words, like the dream before, about this.
-M.
Started off in the not-world - waiting for a ritual. Was Lynna and Angela and a couple of others. They told me the time was not right for me, and walked away. This not world was white and pale, pearlish-abalone shell colours. The sky was star-pierced twilight, the temperature cold. Everyone wore pale colours. I was white, all white. They kept calling me Woman-Who-Is-Not. O_o
Next part of the dream was odd. My brothers and I were "vacationing" with my father in the top of a tall building, the "Met Life" building supposedly in NY. Right on the roof, my brothers were playing. My oldest brother, Gregory, kept jumping off the roof and into an open window on the top floor - some sort of walking-on-walls stuff. Too much Matrix, I suspect. I told him to stop, that one time he'd miss and fall. He tells me so what? I snap back "'Cause you can't do this!" and dive off the roof. Naturally, I circle and fly my way back to the roof with huge black wings. He seems suitable cowed, and we go for breakfast.
We're in a large hall. It's not normally a place people would eat. Confusing. We are served - for some reason all the food is red - and we sit. Behind us at another table there is a meeting taking place - they complain that I and my family are there. We are made to leave..something that makes me angry, and I remember. It ties in later.
Another sense of fade, or change. I am back in the twilight, pale world. I am still white. White wings, white hair. I am with a young man in a field full of plants. Pale little spindly plants, but there are crystals in all shapes, shining brilliant and cold, growing out of them on vines along the grey earth. A man appears, bitter and dark. He says to the boy with me that I am to find the crystal star...I look, and the plants part before me, in waves. The star pulses as I pick it up and hold it to my breast. I cherish this, somehow. It feels right. We leave the field, before the dark man changes his mind about letting me have this birthright.
"Real-world" again. A group of children, one of whom is the boy from the field but not really, is infiltrating a large corporate office on some sort of mission. (Again, too much Matrix, I think.) They have carefully thought out ways to avoid adults, and to get what they need...it is as if they know something that only a few others do, and are trying to escape a fate they see as horrible. They are being followed by only a few adults...one is the dark man, who now looks and sounds like Martin Sheen. O_o
It becomes evident they are trying to rescue one boy, who is will be "examined" by a doctor if they are not fast enough. As they reach the "doctor's" office, they are trapped by the adults, and the boy who was in the field in the not-world is being coerced by Martin Sheen to "give it up"...whatever it is. He says he cannot...it isn't his. The other adults want to shoot him...Martin Sheen continues to talk, to wheedle...the boy is glacing at a clock and getting more anxious as it ticks by. Then he says it is too late, and the perspective changes.
The view shifts. I watch myself walk towards the base of the building. I am white again - white as milk, but with eyes like emeralds and a crystal star embedded in my chest. I am dressed in robes of pale sheer silk. My wings are outspread, silvered, and I am laughing. Fanged. Pointed. Cold. I am taller, stronger than those running from the building. Colour, swirling ocean blues and greens floods into the star, light radiating and staining the skin surrounding it. I raise my hands, and an aura of lightning the same ocean tones crackles around me, sending off trails of sparks as I walk. The adults know I have arrived, Woman-Who-Is-Not and they rush to confront me...
And I awake. O_o I am waiting to see if I recieve more words, like the dream before, about this.
-M.
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Date: 2003-05-25 08:17 am (UTC)On a funny note, I really like the part where you said "Because you can't do this." and leaped off the building. It sounds like something I would do if I could really do that. :)