Dreams, influences
Sep. 19th, 2008 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Half-formed and -remembered dreams about conversations with gods and pesonified forces about darkness, about Dark.
A civilisation, like Celts who were intelectually and magically advanced, but technologically lacking. The clan structure was breaking down, with a sun betraying the father, to install someone else as clan leader. They had a giant underground cave/temple, with pool of light blue liquid, in the centre. The clan came into the cave to find that the son had thrown the father into the sacrificial pool. Whether the liquid kills, by its very nautre, or they simply can't swim and drowned isn't clear until the son is explaining the situation to the clan, with one foot litteraly dangling over the edge of the pool, and his father reaches out of the liquid and pulls him under.
In the pool are sunken ruins, structures of past civilisations, because this is where the stages of their society come to die. One of the guards is in the pool, and he knows of the betrayl, and he hates the son, and begins swimming through the ruins. There's a musical number about the individual shift away from spiritualism toward a crass materialism, in tems of both metaphysics and personal consumerism. The singing guard swims through a door
And he finishes his number, the held note taking place on the front steps of a large mansion, after an 8-bit screen resolution transition sequence. He is a combination of the guard, me, and Stephen Colbert. He is walking out of his house to his large front gate. Outside of the gate, are three people, all of whom look familiar to him. They are missionaries, traveling to spread good words. This is how his former clan, and the ghosts of his family look, in this world. He asks them what they want, and they tell him that he's having trouble with his ____apples. Looking up to see a gnarled, shiny tree, with fruits that look like a cross between pumpkins and pommegranites. They are huge, and over-ripe. He tells them that he doesn't have the people to harvest them, and it would take him forever to do it, himself. When he sees how they are looking at him, he goes about telling them that he'll get one of those crane things, and he starts trying to figure out how to get a cherry picker, at this late notice...
An interlude, talking to my Uncle, who was visiting the house, staying with us, for a while. He showed me presents and artifacts bought in other countries, brought back for family.
The rest of the dream was about waiting for the cherry picker to show up. Looking into the yard, sometimes there was a pool, sometimes there wasn't.
This took far too long to write down. I've been at this for over an hour.
A civilisation, like Celts who were intelectually and magically advanced, but technologically lacking. The clan structure was breaking down, with a sun betraying the father, to install someone else as clan leader. They had a giant underground cave/temple, with pool of light blue liquid, in the centre. The clan came into the cave to find that the son had thrown the father into the sacrificial pool. Whether the liquid kills, by its very nautre, or they simply can't swim and drowned isn't clear until the son is explaining the situation to the clan, with one foot litteraly dangling over the edge of the pool, and his father reaches out of the liquid and pulls him under.
In the pool are sunken ruins, structures of past civilisations, because this is where the stages of their society come to die. One of the guards is in the pool, and he knows of the betrayl, and he hates the son, and begins swimming through the ruins. There's a musical number about the individual shift away from spiritualism toward a crass materialism, in tems of both metaphysics and personal consumerism. The singing guard swims through a door
And he finishes his number, the held note taking place on the front steps of a large mansion, after an 8-bit screen resolution transition sequence. He is a combination of the guard, me, and Stephen Colbert. He is walking out of his house to his large front gate. Outside of the gate, are three people, all of whom look familiar to him. They are missionaries, traveling to spread good words. This is how his former clan, and the ghosts of his family look, in this world. He asks them what they want, and they tell him that he's having trouble with his ____apples. Looking up to see a gnarled, shiny tree, with fruits that look like a cross between pumpkins and pommegranites. They are huge, and over-ripe. He tells them that he doesn't have the people to harvest them, and it would take him forever to do it, himself. When he sees how they are looking at him, he goes about telling them that he'll get one of those crane things, and he starts trying to figure out how to get a cherry picker, at this late notice...
An interlude, talking to my Uncle, who was visiting the house, staying with us, for a while. He showed me presents and artifacts bought in other countries, brought back for family.
The rest of the dream was about waiting for the cherry picker to show up. Looking into the yard, sometimes there was a pool, sometimes there wasn't.
This took far too long to write down. I've been at this for over an hour.
