![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Ok, this has to be one of the craziest
Feb. 13th, 2009 12:08 amI took a nap today. You know how nap dreams are always insane?
Yeah.
So I'm sitting at a table outside at a cafe in Oxford, writing on my laptop. It starts to drizzle, and I keep writing, aware that the rain is going to ruin my computer, but with an air of "just let me finish this one thing..." until finally Lisa (a German exchange student I see regularly) walks up to me and I finally close the laptop.
Then I am on a porch, in someone's backyard. I look to my left and this inky, fluttering, cloud/swarm-like mass of black feathers descends from the sky and perches on the rail. It's utterly black, in the shape of a very densely feathered owl, with bright yellow eyes and beak. It looks to it's left, and I look forward. There are ducks/mallards descending, landing on the grass. Except they're not just regular ducks (in the dream they were regular to me) because instead of having legs they have these sort of circular platforms attached to their underbellies, suspended by lots of thin wires or chains or something. When they fly they use the platforms to carry things, but when they land the wires just balloon out and they sit on the platforms.
Then I am in an old Victorian house. It's a live-action movie, meaning you go there and watch people perform, and follow them around as they tell the story. There are women in period dress; it's very brightly lit by sunlight. I'm standing near a jar of sugar, and I dump garlic powder into it, and then convince myself it's still good and eat it.
Then I'm on sand dunes- think Sahara Desert style. My family is there, but we're all spread out along the dune, and I have a dagger in my hand, like a real, old school, probably magical dagger. I keep walking a certain distance and then getting hauled backwards by some invisible force- it doesn't hurt me, but man am I sailing. I know it has something to do with the dagger, so I try to throw it away, but it keeps ending up back in my hand and then I go flying backwards again. And I could really feel myself going backwards- it was very vivid.
Yeah. This is definitely one of the craziest dreams I've ever had. And all during an hour nap!
Thoughts?
Yeah.
So I'm sitting at a table outside at a cafe in Oxford, writing on my laptop. It starts to drizzle, and I keep writing, aware that the rain is going to ruin my computer, but with an air of "just let me finish this one thing..." until finally Lisa (a German exchange student I see regularly) walks up to me and I finally close the laptop.
Then I am on a porch, in someone's backyard. I look to my left and this inky, fluttering, cloud/swarm-like mass of black feathers descends from the sky and perches on the rail. It's utterly black, in the shape of a very densely feathered owl, with bright yellow eyes and beak. It looks to it's left, and I look forward. There are ducks/mallards descending, landing on the grass. Except they're not just regular ducks (in the dream they were regular to me) because instead of having legs they have these sort of circular platforms attached to their underbellies, suspended by lots of thin wires or chains or something. When they fly they use the platforms to carry things, but when they land the wires just balloon out and they sit on the platforms.
Then I am in an old Victorian house. It's a live-action movie, meaning you go there and watch people perform, and follow them around as they tell the story. There are women in period dress; it's very brightly lit by sunlight. I'm standing near a jar of sugar, and I dump garlic powder into it, and then convince myself it's still good and eat it.
Then I'm on sand dunes- think Sahara Desert style. My family is there, but we're all spread out along the dune, and I have a dagger in my hand, like a real, old school, probably magical dagger. I keep walking a certain distance and then getting hauled backwards by some invisible force- it doesn't hurt me, but man am I sailing. I know it has something to do with the dagger, so I try to throw it away, but it keeps ending up back in my hand and then I go flying backwards again. And I could really feel myself going backwards- it was very vivid.
Yeah. This is definitely one of the craziest dreams I've ever had. And all during an hour nap!
Thoughts?
