...so what'd you dream, last night?

[wolven7]

I dreamed of a conceptual island/fortress inside of which people were preparing for an ideological apocalypse. It was an island, physically, but the complete extrapolation of every connotation of the word "Island." Movements like an inverting Tesseract traveling along a Möbius Strip were required to enter the fortress. Conversations were had, and I don't remember them, at all...

So what'd you dream?

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[mirrorofagirl.livejournal.com]

My dreams aren't nearly as complex as yours. But change is coming for me. I had one of my tornado dreams again. :(

I'm terrified of tornadoes (probably my only phobia), and seeing them in my dreams has always meant major change is on the horizon for me. Generally, one tornado for each real option, but last nights dream only had one, and it picked up our entire house (family included) and moved it. We'll see what that ends up meaning, as I have no plans to move!

[raidingparty.livejournal.com]

Dammit, I forgot.

[momentai.livejournal.com]

I dreamed my father was still alive and we were at his father place showing me various things for me to look thru to decide f I wanted them or not. I chose a blanket and a leather jacket and considered a flannel jacket, but remembered I have one in Atlanta. There was a huge sleeping bag, but I passed. As I put it back on the bed, he covertly slipped some money into it then asked me if I was sure i was finished looking.

I said yes and he insisted I keep searching, maybe looking at the sleeping bag again. I knew he has slipped the money inside, but didn't want to take it since I knew he needed it for the afterlife. This was important b/c it was not that he had come back from the dead to see me, but that he was still alive while also being dead.

I picked up the bag and fingered the money thru the fabric, trying to figure out how to slip back to him before he left again. He then leads me to a dresser where he shows me pictures and trophies from his martial arts days. He had won a yellow belt and a blue belt and had candles to represent these. There were photos of him with someone hanging on the mirror, but I could not make out the faces. I just understood he was in the photo. he and the other person were wearing black gi's as opposed to white.

My father never studied martial arts in a dojo, but I did and have yellow and blue belts. He said something to me about the candles than his father called from the next bedroom and I woke up.

[l-the-fangirl.livejournal.com]

I dreamed that I was a very young man from a matriarchal culture I had invented for a book, who just had an arranged marriage to a powerful matron and was very, very nervous about meeting her for the first time. She was reassuring me that she would treat me well and honorably.

And no, it wasn't a sex dream, either.

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

I lost mine, in part because my eyes felt like sandpaper when I woke up, today.