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Dream 7-28-09: Princess and the Blue Lake

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , on July 28, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 7-28-09.

It was the bayou, more specifically, a warped version of the road to my grandmother’s house up north and the temple, from another dream a year ago. Well, There were a few houses, and behind them was the swamp and jungle, forest lands. I was there, and was discussing princesses, and there was Tiana from The Princess and the Frog. I followed her to one of the house-shops, victorian style facing the road. A king and queen from India *dressed however like 1600’s monarchs* were there, and as they stopped by I left down the road in my Blue Lake music camp uniform.

However as I went further away, remembering the electric temple in the woods nearby, I decided to head back. I went to the neighboring store, where the villain of the movie was there running it. I was absently minding my own business, him watching and I went out back into the woods.

As I turned down a stone path Kayleigh, a friend at camp, was there. She told me to pick up all these lotus flowers, because there was something around the corner. She left, and with the flowers I came into a stone arcade arena. I was challenged to a soccer match, in a slowly shrinking box, bouncing these white paper balls back and forth to the fourth goals, also everything shrinking. The villain was watching from the steps.

Then the box was on the ground, and I gymnastically and bouncingly stepped around with grace, finishing my strange task, forgetting all about lotus flowers. I sat on the steps and watched the villain converse with Mark Twain, his voice nasty and eyeing me with ill intent. His hands were hair with brown fur. He reached to me with his long fingers, and I quickly scrammed, scared of them!

The End.

Venger and the Wall. Dream 6-22-09

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 22, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 6-22-09.

This is quite a long dream, and so the true beginning is quite muffled. I believe it started as I was Diana from the Dungeons and Dragons The Animated Series, an 80’s cult classic cartoon I have been currently re-obsessing about again.

Then it switched to multiple views. I was watching and wanting them, in the darkness of a garden at night, get more advanced and adultish clothing. I was basically in a way guiding and drawing their new powerful clothes. Then their enemy Venger came into view and started to attack, and I used them one by one to attack Venger! Unfortunately they were fallen as their weapons did now good. Venger looked at me, and I took off running.

The garden at night appeared to be in the back of our house. I ran, ran across into the stretched-out garden yard to the wall. I was at the left by the fence and the neighbor’s grass lawn and I went running by the wall to the right side. But Venger had gone over to await me there, and so I was running back and forth trying to evade him. His purposes I could not tell, but is felt so real, the pounding of the heart, my heavy breathing and even a few small screams.

Eventually there was an Arab older man I had never seen before trying to help him catch me, and my ends sealed, I began the memory: My own wonderland was to be accessed through the wall, as had my other dream! I could be safe!

There was a large pot, and shrugging off the impossible I dug inside the dirt. Soon I was at the foot of the department store as before, but it wasn’t that busy with the gentlemen. As I entered half the lights weren’t on. Some items were boxed in cardboard. I went through ot the Victorian rooms but they were stripped of everything. And when I entered the room of the satyrs, their plants were stripped, and they and all the citizens of the land were weeping and pointing fingers at me. Scared and concerned, but still eager to press on and check on things, I went through the room, the floor once again in a frenzy of turning cartoonish. I heard the voice of ‘welcome’. I saw people tired, like over-worked and fatigued servants, point and show the Mackinac fountain park and the general store. I looked around, seeing hte full extant of depression and decay of a former decadent fantasy.

And therein I heard the Candy Man. His voice was like Ian Mckellen and someone else I cannot place. It was as if he was chastising me. Perhaps because I escaped into this world when I shouldn’t have? That I should not run away from my problems to here! And then I saw him. this time he was dressed in a dark green suit jacket, a brown bowler hat and beige pants with his bamboo cane. He looked at me disapprovingly.

And so, unwelcome I left, scared and back into the real world. It was now light outside.

This part of the dream I am having trouble remembering what happened, but in that blurr of memory there was something…about Venger and my dad. and then after that I remember being chased again to the wall, but I was feeling quite bored. I went into the pot and found the miniaturized entrance to escape again but…it would not let me in. This situation was something I must do with, and not run away.

And so, I think that was the end of the dream. I can remember no more.