wolven7 | Birthday dreams.

Something about walking through a forest, with a group of people, trees being doors, and the canopy being the sky. We were looking for owls, and other birds of prey and, on the side of a tree, I found what looked to be a patch of strange moss, or a flower, and turned out to be a strange, brightly coloured hairy tree crab. You couldn't see it if you were looking at it, unless it moved, or you caught the exact right angle of it, and I did. We found a path, and walked through or out of the woods.

Claude Debussy - [Arabesque No.2]--- I was in a school, a lecture hall, a place where there was some kind of class, summer-camp, summer-learning-program Thing, and the lecture hall was one of the flat ones, with the long tables, with the chairs attached. We were watching a movie, and I had brought things to hand out. People were talking to me, and it came to the end of the movie, and the place Became the movie. It was the end of the College Movie™, and the bragging-but-really-shy guy got Michelle Pfeifer's character, who was the principal or dean, or a teacher. He had been boasting, the entire movie that he'd get to sleep with her, and she came up, at the end, with a look of awe and wonder, on her face, and kissed him, full on the mouth, in front of everyone. (Dethklok - [Thunderhorse]). It was never made clear if this meant that she had slept with him, or if it was a ruse, of some kind, for his benefit. It kind of felt like the latter, to me. I handed out two-litre bottles of soda to everyone sitting near me, because I had them, and didn't feel like packing them back up. People were streaking through the halls, and there was a large party.

The walls were made of rough-cut stone, like an old Scottish castle, and the hallway was long and narrow. (Nine Inch Nails - [The Perfect Drug]). I was standing around with everyone, as the whole of the school had become the same party, so that everyone knew what everyone else was doing, everywhere else in the party. I started talking to this short little round guy, who looked human, but I could easily tell that he was a Satyr. He was too happy, too revelrous, even for a college party, because he wasn't actually Drunk, he just was. We started dancing, up and down the narrow hallway, to a music that wasn't music at all. It wasn't even a sound. It was some kind of command on the nervous system, and if you heard it you had to dance. The dance was a combination of a jig, breakdancing, and tap, and it was a full-body frenetic, visceral dancing that took the whole of you, into it. The dancing, itself, was a spell of some kind.

As we danced, the Knights came, as there had been some kind of magical infraction. Harry Potter and some other boy, both in their early twenties, were carrying broken swords made of bone or polished rose marble, and they were trying to decide whether to kill me and the satyr. (Rasputina - [In Old Yellowcake]). As they debated, a portal coursing with purple and black and infrablack energy opened at the end of the hall with a slightly raised deck. Harry seemed surprised, astonished, and I asked him, "You couldn't Feel that? I could feel that from Here. Why do you think I kept dancing, down toward that end of the Hall?" He walked toward it, up the steps, onto the deck, and I tried to call out to him that it was a trap. Because it was. I stopped and tried to figure out why I cared about Harry Potter so damn much; I don't even like his movies. But I tried to warn him, and he didn't hear, and he touched the portal.

Covenant - [Leviathan]--- He touched it, and he turned into deep purple amethyst, and shattered, violently. A young girl with cream-and-coffee skin and very curly hair was distraught, and said that we needed to gather all of the pieces, to save him. We began to gather the pieces, but some of them had fallen into the train depot, end of the line juncture, and she jumped down to get them. We got almost all of them, but she pointed out that the dragon statue which was also a part of Harry was still missing pieces, so he couldn't be complete, and if we didn't find those pieces, those memories of people and friends and things would all be lost forever. The train came, and I got her out, as it docked. When it left, she went down, again, still searching. It came back, quickly, docking again, and I got her out. She wouldn't wait for it to finish this process, and Actually Leave, because she was affraid that the train would crush the delicate amethyst.

Vijay Iyer - [Proximity (Crossroads)]--- I knew where this was heading, what was going to happen, if she didn't listen and look. I turned away, and woke up.

There was something else in the dream about the street my father's father used to live on, wher emy mother now lives. Something about walking it, at night, in the summer, talking to friends and neighbours... Soemthing else in the party about searching for someone, or something, asking Daniel if he'd seen it/them, and him just looking at me and walking away.

Tori Amos - [Goodbye Pisces]--- So I guess that, at least, asnwers that.

Dreams are Awesome.

Now, for hairs-cutting.