So I woke up last night kind of moaning/screaming and not at all happy.
I'm not at all sure what it meant, if anything, but I had a crazy dream.
It was based on the premise that many, many years ago there was a fairie that distilled magic into everything. One object that stands out in my mind even now, was a group of 3 books, with a single yellow face on the spine of the center book. the book was a burgundy color. It gets revealed through other characters that they somehow resent her for it and have been hatching a plan over the past million years of so. It is my belief they wanted to kill her.
Somewhere there is a wedding taking place and the focus is on a couple of red headed children that are possibly related to a boy and girl hanging out with an older woman. She happens to have a very nice fancy hat on. Wide brim, and dressed in white. This lady is the one relating the history of the Great Fairie Mother, and the history of magic, and the plans that are unfolding. As the wedding party is doing its thing, Lady, Girl, and Boy pause outside of an house in a field. For some reason the boy had shot an arrow, piercing the mailbox by the road. As they are looking through the envelops in the mailbox, they come across one envelope from an insurance company. It strikes their interest for some reason. Girl hands it to the older gal and as Lady is studying this item, Girl examines the arrow, sees that it punctured the side of the mailbox, and notices a side pocket containing mail. The first item in the pocket indicated the house was for sale.
Girl showed Lady and asked, "Why would anyone want to sell that house?" Before she could inquire further, Lady shushed her, and sent some kind of spell toward the house, possibly a field of silence so the Fairie Queen (who I assume lived there) would not hear. As the spell hit the house and activated, a wispy white form appears at the sliding patio door - wathcing - listening. Lady sees, oens her mouth to relase a small thick puff of dark grey smoke.
As the smoke rises into the air, numerous wisps of mist rise from the ground and coalesce into small fairie children with butterfly wings. As these winged children float upward, Lady, Girl, and Boy have also sprouted wings and are spiraling upward with the rest. Once the crowd had reached the atmosphere, the group disappeared.
Next we see the boy floating an inch or two above the ground as he makes his way between the rows of metal folding chairs at the wedding. Lady and Girl are walking behind him, keeping him under control. Lady is apparently the mother or some other guardian of the redheaded children at the wedding mentioned earlier. She is concerned they might have been unruly. Possible displaying magic abilities and pranking others, although she did not voice it just so.
Scene change to a small comfy house. We are in the den area. Me and my friend, who is a strange combination reminiscent of two friends of mine from high school. She is currently (in the dream) about 25-30, and I'm closer to 12. Strange as there are only actually maybe 5 years difference in life. The purpose of this scene is kind of a mystery as we are talking but I cannot hear what. The doorbell rings. Some guy enters and sits on the recliner in the den with us.
Dreams never really have any smooth, logical scene transitions. *sigh* In the bedroom now, Darbi and I are laying under the covers, both our current age, and it is in the night hours of the morning. She wakes up to a tapping, as of someone gently tapping out an odd disjointed rythm on the front door. We discount it to pesky kids, as it is only a few days past Halloween. a small time later, again she wakes, and rises to investigate.The side of the bed is against the wall separating the den, and the headboard is pushed up against the window. The window is covered with a thin lacy veil, as well as venetian blinds, which are open to allow the moonlight through. Very pretty, but also spooky.
As Darbi exits the door just beyond the foot of the bed and is making her way to the front door, I feel a shift in presences. Laying on my belly facing the window, I'm looking through half-lidded eyes, watching for the Fairie Queen. She is not happy, and I beleieve is after me. To what end I know not, but I am nervous. I do not know how well whe sees in the dark, but I know I don't want her knowing that I'm aware of coming. As I peer into the moonlit window, I see not quite a silhouette through the veiled window, but more of a shifting of air (remember Predator when he was invisible? Yeah, like that.) She is outside the window, and I feel something pattering about on the bed, similar to a kitten bouncing around, but a *big* one. I am now decidedly scared, and starting to get a little panicky.
I know it is Fairie Queen doing this, and she knows I know. Now my vision is obscured by images of the shoulders and head of a cat silhouette with little X's for eyes. The cat silhouetes look similar to the afterimages you would see if looking at a light for a time and then closing your eyes. Whether my lids or open or closed I cannot see anything through these cat "afterimages." I am telling to stop and leave and starting to yell a little. Still Darbi is not back.
I can feel the air around me start to compress and tighten around me. Even before I start to scream I know no voice will escape my throat. I am am sitting on the crumpled comforter near the foot of the bed, a malevolent presence slowly increasing her embrace around me, and I struggled sceam escapes my open mouth.
My eyes pop open as I am laying in our room and a strange muted scream has woken both Darbi and I. I am breathing heavily, a little scraed, and it is nearly 5 am.
Such is the story as I remember it, a little over 5 hours later. There were more details and bits, but they don't take or add much.
I'm not at all sure what it meant, if anything, but I had a crazy dream.
It was based on the premise that many, many years ago there was a fairie that distilled magic into everything. One object that stands out in my mind even now, was a group of 3 books, with a single yellow face on the spine of the center book. the book was a burgundy color. It gets revealed through other characters that they somehow resent her for it and have been hatching a plan over the past million years of so. It is my belief they wanted to kill her.
Somewhere there is a wedding taking place and the focus is on a couple of red headed children that are possibly related to a boy and girl hanging out with an older woman. She happens to have a very nice fancy hat on. Wide brim, and dressed in white. This lady is the one relating the history of the Great Fairie Mother, and the history of magic, and the plans that are unfolding. As the wedding party is doing its thing, Lady, Girl, and Boy pause outside of an house in a field. For some reason the boy had shot an arrow, piercing the mailbox by the road. As they are looking through the envelops in the mailbox, they come across one envelope from an insurance company. It strikes their interest for some reason. Girl hands it to the older gal and as Lady is studying this item, Girl examines the arrow, sees that it punctured the side of the mailbox, and notices a side pocket containing mail. The first item in the pocket indicated the house was for sale.
Girl showed Lady and asked, "Why would anyone want to sell that house?" Before she could inquire further, Lady shushed her, and sent some kind of spell toward the house, possibly a field of silence so the Fairie Queen (who I assume lived there) would not hear. As the spell hit the house and activated, a wispy white form appears at the sliding patio door - wathcing - listening. Lady sees, oens her mouth to relase a small thick puff of dark grey smoke.
As the smoke rises into the air, numerous wisps of mist rise from the ground and coalesce into small fairie children with butterfly wings. As these winged children float upward, Lady, Girl, and Boy have also sprouted wings and are spiraling upward with the rest. Once the crowd had reached the atmosphere, the group disappeared.
Next we see the boy floating an inch or two above the ground as he makes his way between the rows of metal folding chairs at the wedding. Lady and Girl are walking behind him, keeping him under control. Lady is apparently the mother or some other guardian of the redheaded children at the wedding mentioned earlier. She is concerned they might have been unruly. Possible displaying magic abilities and pranking others, although she did not voice it just so.
Scene change to a small comfy house. We are in the den area. Me and my friend, who is a strange combination reminiscent of two friends of mine from high school. She is currently (in the dream) about 25-30, and I'm closer to 12. Strange as there are only actually maybe 5 years difference in life. The purpose of this scene is kind of a mystery as we are talking but I cannot hear what. The doorbell rings. Some guy enters and sits on the recliner in the den with us.
Dreams never really have any smooth, logical scene transitions. *sigh* In the bedroom now, Darbi and I are laying under the covers, both our current age, and it is in the night hours of the morning. She wakes up to a tapping, as of someone gently tapping out an odd disjointed rythm on the front door. We discount it to pesky kids, as it is only a few days past Halloween. a small time later, again she wakes, and rises to investigate.The side of the bed is against the wall separating the den, and the headboard is pushed up against the window. The window is covered with a thin lacy veil, as well as venetian blinds, which are open to allow the moonlight through. Very pretty, but also spooky.
As Darbi exits the door just beyond the foot of the bed and is making her way to the front door, I feel a shift in presences. Laying on my belly facing the window, I'm looking through half-lidded eyes, watching for the Fairie Queen. She is not happy, and I beleieve is after me. To what end I know not, but I am nervous. I do not know how well whe sees in the dark, but I know I don't want her knowing that I'm aware of coming. As I peer into the moonlit window, I see not quite a silhouette through the veiled window, but more of a shifting of air (remember Predator when he was invisible? Yeah, like that.) She is outside the window, and I feel something pattering about on the bed, similar to a kitten bouncing around, but a *big* one. I am now decidedly scared, and starting to get a little panicky.
I know it is Fairie Queen doing this, and she knows I know. Now my vision is obscured by images of the shoulders and head of a cat silhouette with little X's for eyes. The cat silhouetes look similar to the afterimages you would see if looking at a light for a time and then closing your eyes. Whether my lids or open or closed I cannot see anything through these cat "afterimages." I am telling to stop and leave and starting to yell a little. Still Darbi is not back.
I can feel the air around me start to compress and tighten around me. Even before I start to scream I know no voice will escape my throat. I am am sitting on the crumpled comforter near the foot of the bed, a malevolent presence slowly increasing her embrace around me, and I struggled sceam escapes my open mouth.
My eyes pop open as I am laying in our room and a strange muted scream has woken both Darbi and I. I am breathing heavily, a little scraed, and it is nearly 5 am.
Such is the story as I remember it, a little over 5 hours later. There were more details and bits, but they don't take or add much.
