Dream.

Jul. 3rd, 2003 12:19 pm
witchscauldron: (ebbywolf)
[personal profile] witchscauldron
I haven't been sleeping well the last week. It's starting to become annoying, because I'm sick of the whole lack of rest thing adding to my usual craptastic mood swings. Seeing as Aunt Flo is already augmenting said swings, I'm hell on moods lately. And yes, I still bite. Jeff's been cruising for one for a while, but I somehow think he bruises easily.

Last night was just...strange. First I was in a library at a school, reading though old books I know I have left behind from my childhood. I recognize the exact books - they have no covers, torn and folded pages...but they're still in the library to be read by other people. I find a wooden flute in a drawer, one that has an incredibly sweet tone and I sneak out of this place with it, and a bone flute I already had. I alternate playing the bone flute and the wood flute, the tune from one hanging in the air whispering a haunting countermelody to the other as I play. It weaves the most incredible spell I have every seen, and I can't describe at all.

The second dream starts, and it's like joining a t.v program mid-episode. I have no idea what I was doing beforehand...but I dream, and I am smashing someone's head brutally up against mirrored pillars. Like...breaking glass, crumbling the stone underneath. He was bleeding...but it was blue, almost teal. Very odd. I threw him across the floor of this...warehouse with mirrored pillars?...and he lay there and twitched a while. There was some magic stuff floating around. The lights were just orbs of light hanging in the air. I kept drawing sigils that sizzled and glowed in the air, and casting them at people. I was dressed in a black velvet outfit from a previous dream. Very odd.

As this progresses, I'm aware that there's another figure who stays behind me, but seems to be on "my side". Apparently this is Batman...but if it was Batman, he was built entirely out of shadow, even in total light, and he didn't talk. At one point I smash through the pillar entirely, revealing it is hollow, and there's a staircase. Then suddenly, we're at a truce. Or more a ceasefire. The enemy files out of the basement, sneering and being rude as they "escape"...but the whole time I'm making a very complex sigil and marking the boat they are getting on. I'm not sure what the marking did - something like a trace, or a warning to other boats. Uncertain. The boat eventually leaves, disappearing into a very foggy lake.

"Batman" and I go downstairs. The fellow I pummelled through the mirrors is down here, along with many others - seemingly not "evil" enough to go with the mastermind who took off in the boat. They all seem rather dejected and miserable. Downstairs is a white-lit room, fairly bright, full of beds, tables, chairs, and other things one might assume go with living quarters for people.

Steve is one of the people left behind. He asks me if I'm still dating someone, and I say no..he shrugs and laughs a bit. The people left behind all tell me they will work for me loyally, and thereby for the side of good, if I allow them to keep living down here. Apparently they'd be homeless otherwise. So I agree. I offer to cloak and ward the place for them, keep it hidden and secure....

And then I wake up.
WTF was that?
-M.
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One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright