I kept zoning in and out of the same kitchen space last night too but this time I'm alone in the room, there is no food noise smoke, the only light this time is a fire in the big stone hearth. I'm made of fire, in a humanoid shape, I have no face (same as when I'm dryad) Just vague head body limb shapes... I'm not solid just flickering fire.... I go into the fire and join with it to get into the other dreams.
First dream is set in an incredible mythical style world the old races are there, ( don't see them but the world is familiar to me and I know) giants, elves, dwarfs and what not are all inhabitants of this land.
In the dream I'm watching as a beautiful city and it's surrounding countryside is being lifted into the air. The countryside is lush green, and it's has the light quality of a late summer afternoon, it's hyper real and everything glows.
I seem to be part of the team helping/watching.
A huge floating stone bowl has been prepared for the city to be moved into it's half a mile above the ground.
We are going to use a magic glowing net to life the city up it's already under the ground. We are flying or are awarenesses is, I don't recall having a physical body as such I just know I'm in the air and what we are doing it as telepathic/mental.
The net lifts and the city surrounding trees, fields rivers and lift with it up and up over the bowl and then gently down into it, the spare glowing gold net drapes over the side of the bowl, the rivers are tumbling down the side of the floating city in waterfalls to the ground below.
The process has taken a few hrs and the sun is setting, the sky is pink and golden... it's indescribably beautiful we fly up to the wall to watch the sunset together.
I wake up with symbols in my mind, they look like alchemy elements and planets and such.
I make notes of first dream but I'm already falling asleep again and back into the ancient stone kitchen... Back into fire and the second dream.
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This time I'm a a small group we are young adults and nomadic, we start of in an unfamiliar village were we have been hanging round the village awaiting the return of one of our group and we arranged to meet this friend at the library there.
The friend is called Ziggy.
When he arrives, he's dressed in browns and greys. Not tall with curly hair, he has a degenerate problem with his lower body and his legs are thin and he uses crutches.... he arrives with 2 companions.
The companions are a colourful sprite/elf fairy, she is similar hight to us but dressed in colourful flower petals with colourful hair. Her language sounds a little like German but we all understand each other well, she is friendly and chatty and instantly liked by the group.
The other companion is hummmm well part goat part human. Not like a Pan type character... more like a goat centaur as she has 4 legs and a horse like body, her furry back comes up to our waste.
She is gentle and sweet and is pregnant, her flanks are swollen and she is carrying Ziggy's baby. She lets us all stroke her furry pregnant tummy.
Now we are all back together again we head out of the library and out of the village back into the farmland and countryside. We have bags with food and wine and we are looking for a place to camp for a while, some of the group have gone ahead and I'm walking slowly chatting with the pregnant goat-person and sprite.
At one point we try and make our way threw a wooden outbuilding but there is a brass band practising inside who don't want disturbed so we take a longer walk around. (The band was playing onward Christian soldiers)
By the time we get to the others there is a fire lit, a couple in the group are bickering about a tent that one of the males has.
Most of us sleep outside, but this males female has decided she wanted a tent, he's faffing around with poles and a heavy old blue canvas... we giggle at him and we lay round in the grass watching, The male is grumbling that he doesn't even want to sleep in a 'stupid tent'
We have camped looking down hill into a distant abandoned village... it's ruined now but it 100's of years old. The shells of the old stone dwellings are crumbling down.
As the sun sets, we can see that bonfires have been lit down in the village making the outlines of the crumbling stone glow in the dusk light..
We are watching the smoke from them drift straight up in to the sky, we can also see what look like mini whirl wind vortexes coming down from the sky to the ground.
It's mesmerising to watch.
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