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And now you all get to hear about it. (Aren't you excited? ;-)
So. Here is the dream.
The back-story: Goths are being persecuted and must meet in secret. (I have no idea why. Seriously.)
We do this by meeting (for some reason) in other peoples' houses, in rooms that they don't use very often, after they have gone to sleep.
So, in my dream, we met at my old house, in my old bedroom above the garage.
(Possibly this comes from my hostile feelings towards the people who bought the old house).
The room was lit with candles and lanterns. We sat around and talked, and we danced to music that (for some reason) the sleeping people down the hall couldn't hear.
Gen was the only face that I clearly remember from the dream although everyone in the room was from Ottawa.
We were visited by a couple of gay crows (possibly ravens, but I'm pretty sure they were crows. They were very smooth-feathered instead of shaggy). Who were telepathic or otherwise able to talk to us.
Mostly to snipe at us about not to assume that just because you see a bird couple that they are necessarily (sp) male-female.
Sneaking out of the house at sunrise -- well, actually a bit after sunrise -- and making sure it looked like no-one had been there, while the people in the house were waking up. (And singning -- although I don't remember the song -- something vaguely Christian, I think, but I can't remember what... You know, like a Sunday School song? I dunno...)
That was the hard part.
We had to go by open doorways (strangely enough, the floors didn't creak in my dream... perhaps in my dream I remember how to walk silently on them? I used to know, but I've long-since forgotten).
When we got outside (I was the last -- I fell asleep or something... I never was any good at staying up all night) we crammed ourselves into cars -- I was sandwitched between Gen (Who had one of those frappacino things) and the car door -- and drove away into the morning.
Kind of a neat dream, huh? A bit odd, though. :-)
Anyway. That's my dream.
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)
So. Here is the dream.
The back-story: Goths are being persecuted and must meet in secret. (I have no idea why. Seriously.)
We do this by meeting (for some reason) in other peoples' houses, in rooms that they don't use very often, after they have gone to sleep.
So, in my dream, we met at my old house, in my old bedroom above the garage.
(Possibly this comes from my hostile feelings towards the people who bought the old house).
The room was lit with candles and lanterns. We sat around and talked, and we danced to music that (for some reason) the sleeping people down the hall couldn't hear.
Gen was the only face that I clearly remember from the dream although everyone in the room was from Ottawa.
We were visited by a couple of gay crows (possibly ravens, but I'm pretty sure they were crows. They were very smooth-feathered instead of shaggy). Who were telepathic or otherwise able to talk to us.
Mostly to snipe at us about not to assume that just because you see a bird couple that they are necessarily (sp) male-female.
Sneaking out of the house at sunrise -- well, actually a bit after sunrise -- and making sure it looked like no-one had been there, while the people in the house were waking up. (And singning -- although I don't remember the song -- something vaguely Christian, I think, but I can't remember what... You know, like a Sunday School song? I dunno...)
That was the hard part.
We had to go by open doorways (strangely enough, the floors didn't creak in my dream... perhaps in my dream I remember how to walk silently on them? I used to know, but I've long-since forgotten).
When we got outside (I was the last -- I fell asleep or something... I never was any good at staying up all night) we crammed ourselves into cars -- I was sandwitched between Gen (Who had one of those frappacino things) and the car door -- and drove away into the morning.
Kind of a neat dream, huh? A bit odd, though. :-)
Anyway. That's my dream.
- Nam'ara,
- Amazon. :-)
