Not many dreams for
the last week. Busy and tired, n still
lots on.
Last night was loads though.
First one I was at a street market, some people I knew. I was looking at crochet tops, the work that
had gone into them, some were impossibly fine like lace.
A tall unfamiliar
guy who seemed to be my partner and then other people knew were in the dream too.
The guy had a friend and the 3 of us were together, there was surreal stuff too.
Checking out odd body maps and then the end of the dream was more surreal.
Music architecture, I was making a sound sculpture from the sound of the space in-between things.
It was a mental process void like space where I was using mind to form structures and space but the sound in between was the project I was interested in.
The second dream I
am in a world of gods and mortals, the gods have abilities passed threw the
family lines. I was in a family of death
dreamers/illusionists.
I was mainly with a brother, a tall sad guy with long blond hair. Something had happened to his dreaming that
was effecting the reality. Elements of
the mortal society were being locked down.
Although the gods were immortal they still had kids, and I was part of the
youngest generation of them.
The older gen were
very quirky, choosing to keep long beards and hair, and wear colorful long
silk outfits while talking philosophy.
The reminded me a little of Djinn. We were in a city unlike I've seen with all
white buildings. It still had vehicles
too, though most of the gods just floated or flew.
I'd been called to a meeting with the older guy gods, my father wasn't amongst
them and it was to discuss my brother, who had declined to attend.
I wasn't very much use to them though - being lost in my own interests and
thoughts about how I could help my bro.
At one point I'd positioned myself in a large tunnel of smoke coming from a
large shared hookah type pipe.
The light from a stained glass window was shinning and in the smoke it formed a tunnel.
It was familiar - a swirling smoky colored tunnel with a shadow at the center
and started to float threw it, that familiar sensation of increasing speed...
One of the older goods irritated by my lack of focus on them had intervened and
pulled me bk out where I landed hard on some wooden steps of a raided platform
were they were sitting talking.
I woke with them looking at me.
Last dream I was
sorting stuff from the almost empty main dream house.. It was still how it was when I was there and
the cupboard filled with old dolls and toys.
(prolly cause I'm going up to clear loft next week)
Anyhoo I'd been boxing stuff but decided to take a break. Had found an outside cafe were I ordered
chicken gyros and was chatting to a woman with a dog named Boots.
