Wandering with the Wind...

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Sleep was relatively peaceful for me yesterday night, just that I had another strange dream that I recall was rather long and fantastical. I can't quite put down the entire sequence of events and most of the details as the lack of significance I can see in the dream diminishes its vividness in some way, but I remember particular scenes that were exceptionally memorable, namely the part where I went on a roller coaster ride with a bunch of people at night that went all the way up into the sky and I didn't pull down the security bar, so the seatbelt was all I got against gravity and erratic directions. There were a handful of scenes after that which I can't exactly remember, except for the fact that there was a lot of running and hiding, in a place that was filled with old European architecture of which some had religious attributions, I think. And I remember trains, the old steam-engine ones, though I don't know where to place them in my dream.

For the last scene, I was hiding with one of my dream companions (god she came back, after such a damn long time) on the second level of a church building, or rather something like an...intermediate floor? Mezzanine? It was pretty much an abandoned place as there were no artificial lights, equipment and facilities, and barely enough room to move about without crouching and crawling all the time. The only light and wind we got was from a large circular hole in the floor, through which we could look down at the people passing by beneath us down what looked like a wide corridor or walkway with lots of pillars, presumably near a train station (ah, so that's where the trains come in!) since we could hear all the rumbling mechanic noises incoming trains would make. I remember whispering to my companion that I've heard voices from down there talking about hearing voices and things up 'here', that is, where we were, and that if we don't change our places soon our hideout would be exposed and we would be caught.

For what, though, I'm not sure. It's rather common for me to be running and hiding in my dreams at times without a clue as to the purpose of it all...or rather my dream self knows, but my conscious self doesn't.

Hmm.

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~~~*Waited for the Winds at 9.00am*~~~

Aurinya blogged at 9:00 AM

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