An Unreal Real Dream
Aug. 5th, 2005 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
azuriteI went to sleep around, oh, maybe 2 am this morning/last night, so it's no surprise that I had a rather odd dream in my ten or so hours of sleep. I'll try and get down as much as I remember, because it was weird-- but on top of that, I knew it was a dream, and I knew where the pieces in my dream came from, I just don't know WHY they popped up, or even if they represent anything.
So I'm in this big old house with several floors, and I'm hiding out in a rather spartan, dingy room that's connected via small hallways or just plain suite-doors to other rooms. Like, three or four other rooms. I'm thinking this is some sort of school where people share rooms, and if they want to hang out with each other after-hours, they have to make use of these doors. But there's no students or anything even remotely school-like in this building.
I glance down to my lower left after coming into a room from one of the side doors on the left side of the room. There's a large, long saucer, almost like a shallow porcelain trough, and I recognize it as some animal's food dish. I take some sort of container out of my robes (yes, robes) and I pour this yellow liquid out into the plate. Someone is going to come soon and put food in the plate, but they won't see the liquid. I don't know how I know this, I just do. The yellow liquid is urine in reality, but poison in my dream. It comes from reading an article in WIRED magazine last night, about NASA's hope to recycle astronaut urine into drinkable water.
I run into another room and am approached by a short boy with dark, messy hair, a skinny face, and lots of freckles-- and glasses. He's like a cross between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, but very short rather than lanky, and I have this immediate sense of connection to him-- he's my brother (I've never had a brother, mind you). We have to "get away" from something that's coming, something that's after us, because we're not supposed to be there (where we are) for whatever reason. I remember peering out from the door (slats in the door, or maybe I opened the door a crack?) and saw this GIANT snake thing crawling past us, heading into that room with the porcelain trough. The door that connects that room to the ones that lead to where me and my brother are is locked, but I still feel uneasy, unsafe.
We're running out of time, because there's somewhere else we both need to be, but this big snake thing is obviously an obstruction to us.
All of a sudden, I hear this loud snake-hiss/cry thing, and the monster (reminds me of a cross between the Chamber of Secret's basilisk and Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake) comes slithering past-- fast, as if it's going somewhere intently, but slow enough to be pausing at the doorways and freaking me out. We have to get out, we have to hide.
My brother and I use this system of doors to run away, but we pause at the gap in a doorway long enough to see this snake-thing's talon (they're like dead talons; things that just hang at the side of its body, with no real use) fall off as it screams painfully. Looks like the poison has taken effect- except now it's downright MAD! It suddenly seems to know exactly where we are --though I keep thinking there's one or two senses it doesn't or shouldn't have... something like, it's blind, but it's deaf or has a bad sense of smell? Which is it? (The talon thing came from watching "The Quest for Dragons" last night on the History channel.)
It's about to catch up to us, so I take a giant risk against my will (there's some kind of a voice in my head urging me on) and I tell my brother to split up as we head downstairs. There's an old voice (old man's? Just now I was thinking of Moody) saying we have no connection, it's fine if I let him go. I protest that he's my brother, but something in me knows it's more or less than just THAT.
The staircases are all made out of this light mahogany-colored wood (gee, maybe mahogany?) and are very short-- maybe only 7 or 8 steps a piece. Instead of actually going down each step. I swing over the rails and go from one to the other, skimming about three or four of these staircases at a time. My brother can't do the same, but he's pretty fast and manages to keep up with me until we split at the ground floor. The snake-thing is apparently having difficulty going down stairs, because you can't exactly slither down stairs, right? All I know is, I was lost-- my brother went one way, I was supposed to go the other way-- but the other way wasn't there, only the door in front of me. I didn't know what was out there or if the snake could follow me... so I took a chance and threw the door open. There was a blinding light... and then I woke up.
...Weird, huh?
So I'm in this big old house with several floors, and I'm hiding out in a rather spartan, dingy room that's connected via small hallways or just plain suite-doors to other rooms. Like, three or four other rooms. I'm thinking this is some sort of school where people share rooms, and if they want to hang out with each other after-hours, they have to make use of these doors. But there's no students or anything even remotely school-like in this building.
I glance down to my lower left after coming into a room from one of the side doors on the left side of the room. There's a large, long saucer, almost like a shallow porcelain trough, and I recognize it as some animal's food dish. I take some sort of container out of my robes (yes, robes) and I pour this yellow liquid out into the plate. Someone is going to come soon and put food in the plate, but they won't see the liquid. I don't know how I know this, I just do. The yellow liquid is urine in reality, but poison in my dream. It comes from reading an article in WIRED magazine last night, about NASA's hope to recycle astronaut urine into drinkable water.
I run into another room and am approached by a short boy with dark, messy hair, a skinny face, and lots of freckles-- and glasses. He's like a cross between Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, but very short rather than lanky, and I have this immediate sense of connection to him-- he's my brother (I've never had a brother, mind you). We have to "get away" from something that's coming, something that's after us, because we're not supposed to be there (where we are) for whatever reason. I remember peering out from the door (slats in the door, or maybe I opened the door a crack?) and saw this GIANT snake thing crawling past us, heading into that room with the porcelain trough. The door that connects that room to the ones that lead to where me and my brother are is locked, but I still feel uneasy, unsafe.
We're running out of time, because there's somewhere else we both need to be, but this big snake thing is obviously an obstruction to us.
All of a sudden, I hear this loud snake-hiss/cry thing, and the monster (reminds me of a cross between the Chamber of Secret's basilisk and Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake) comes slithering past-- fast, as if it's going somewhere intently, but slow enough to be pausing at the doorways and freaking me out. We have to get out, we have to hide.
My brother and I use this system of doors to run away, but we pause at the gap in a doorway long enough to see this snake-thing's talon (they're like dead talons; things that just hang at the side of its body, with no real use) fall off as it screams painfully. Looks like the poison has taken effect- except now it's downright MAD! It suddenly seems to know exactly where we are --though I keep thinking there's one or two senses it doesn't or shouldn't have... something like, it's blind, but it's deaf or has a bad sense of smell? Which is it? (The talon thing came from watching "The Quest for Dragons" last night on the History channel.)
It's about to catch up to us, so I take a giant risk against my will (there's some kind of a voice in my head urging me on) and I tell my brother to split up as we head downstairs. There's an old voice (old man's? Just now I was thinking of Moody) saying we have no connection, it's fine if I let him go. I protest that he's my brother, but something in me knows it's more or less than just THAT.
The staircases are all made out of this light mahogany-colored wood (gee, maybe mahogany?) and are very short-- maybe only 7 or 8 steps a piece. Instead of actually going down each step. I swing over the rails and go from one to the other, skimming about three or four of these staircases at a time. My brother can't do the same, but he's pretty fast and manages to keep up with me until we split at the ground floor. The snake-thing is apparently having difficulty going down stairs, because you can't exactly slither down stairs, right? All I know is, I was lost-- my brother went one way, I was supposed to go the other way-- but the other way wasn't there, only the door in front of me. I didn't know what was out there or if the snake could follow me... so I took a chance and threw the door open. There was a blinding light... and then I woke up.
...Weird, huh?
