Night of 11-25-13
A dream about two friends, and how it ended
I had a dream last night about a forest. It was the same kind of forest that I often dream about, in the autumn or early winter, when the trees are tall and straight and bare and the floor is covered in dense leaves and no green things. I was staying at a house, like a rental house, right on the edge of the woods. You had to drive up some winding roads through the hills to get there. It was like a retreat area, but it was common knowledge that if you were brave enough to come here you had to be careful to stay inside after dark. Because this was the forest where dark things were kept.
Last night I dreamed that my roommate and I lived on the third floor of a very old and museum-like building, it almost felt like a giant cruise ship, a dormitory with multiple halls and many stories. Each different hall had a massive staircase that wound upwards and each floor had a landing decorated with many many different paintings, artifacts, and items. Each hall had a different ‘theme’. All the women living there dressed like it was in the forties. It was near the sea.
Lots and lots of confusing visually precise dreams last night but a couple stood out!
Last night I dreamed that I had to watch a house in the woods burn to the ground. I have never seen this house, but it was mine, and all my memories wandered through the halls until they too were set alight. I slept in the loam, in the dark, alone. The flames turned the trees orange but did not warm me.
When I woke up all that was left was ash.
On phone so no cut!
I had a dream last night about an alternate world where the classes of society were divided among people with money but also amongst people with certain powers; these weren’t mutant like persay but more like an almost spiritual lineage d ability that possessing marked you and your progeny as forever lower class and oppressed or beholden to a special working class. These powers ranged from flight to extra sensory abilities to future sight.
In the dream I was a man, who looked to be of middle eastern descent. I was a member of a class of people who could fly; the word for us was ‘jo’ralt’, or “he who comes in through windows”. Jo’ralt people were rare and often placed into camps or prisons because their abilities were difficult to control and they were traditionally rebellious and revolutionary. I seemed to have been living my life in a state f constant movement and paranoia; I may have been a wanted man. In the beginning of the dream I seem to have been working for a very rich family with an elderly patriarch (he looked like Jim Broadbent). This father was privileged, rude, and prejudiced heavily against my kind. I must have been hired to clean his enormous and richly decorated house, which was insulting enough on its own, but eventually his constant derision and taunting became too much for my hot temper. I threw something at him, drawing blood.
Almost immediately he had his family call a security special force; I tried to flee through a window but was quickly surrounded. It was made up of other security-class low powered people and a team of jo’ralt, led by a girl with pale skin and dark hair. I flew away as fast as I could and was pursued.
Apparently our flight was fairly restricted to be somewhat low to the ground once we’d been flying for a while; speed varied but gaining more than twenty or thirty feet of altitude took considerable effort after we began to tire. In the night I tried to use trees and buildings toy advantage and keep distance between me and my persuers.
Eventually the girl and her team fell back, instead preferring to try and use a common method of disabling my kind. Apparently we were very sensitive to a specific kind of sound wave that would put us in severe pain and keep us grounded; it was generated by large grenade-like devices that were operated by people whose powers made them mechanically gifted. When detonated, I could hear the sound waves come throbbing and pounding between the street lamp-lit brick buildings; I stopped up my ears, expecting it to rip into me. But they hammered around me without harm, miraculously. When they would discover my immunity it would make me even more desirable a prisoner.
Unable to gain altitude to fly over a fence and deeply tired I was forced into an administrative building. I tried to fly to a higher floor but was trapped by the girl and her squad. Collapsing to the floor in exhaustion, i knew my arrest would be painful and final. Then I woke up.