My dreams are getting a little more interesting lately.
There was one where, at the end, it went as follows:
I was in school, but sort of an off day, where you only had to show up if you wanted to. I was walking around in my school, and I went into my biology teachers' classroom, where me and a few other kids and the teacher started talking about what did things, what drove the world, what made things happen. They spoke their mind, several theories were bounced around, and I was trying to tell them what I KNEW was the answer, but I couldn't open my mouth. So I kept trying and trying and finally I did it. When I said "Intention", I realized that I had actually spoken it out loud, and woken myself up.
There was another one. It began with a sort of movie, where I was just an observer, and I "observed" a place where orcs lived, and their society, where it was feudal, master-serf, and a rough society in general.
Then, I was climbing through a rope bridge across a great big chasm with clouds; I get the feeling that I was exiting the lands I had just observed. I had, equipped to my right arm, a sort of bow, it was like a regular bow, except it was on a sleeve that I wore on my right arm, so that I could simply point my arm instead of having to hold it. There was something special about it, but I don't remember exactly what. So, as I was crossing this bridge, there was an orcish hand, hanging on to the rope bridge for dear life. It asked me to help it up, and so I did, and when I did, I saw it was just a hand- nothing more. This wasn't really that unusual, but then it backed up, and, outstretched with palm facing me, floated fast towards me, in what I think was an attempt to knock me off the bridge. Luckily, I swatted it off the bridge before it could hit me.
So I continued. Finally, I was near my backyard, and the moon was out, and it felt magical, in a way. By the way, in the dream, my backyard wasn't really my backyard, as though I lived there; it was just a setting. Also, the buildings like the bank behind my house weren't really there, as though the present of the dream didn't have the society that built buildings and roads. Kinda like it was medieval, perhaps. So, I walk towards my house, and I see, near the tree in my backyard, a funny looking creature. It was shaped like a raisin, with little arms and legs that extended from the right areas, and the entire front part of the raisin surface was its face, with long neon yellow eyes (that didn't glow), and a droopy nose, and a mouth that kinda hung open, with a fat bottom lip. The entire creature was a soft red, except for its eyes and the area right around the eyes, which was black. It was also holding a staff that was appropriate for a human, but not for it, as it was about two feet tall. All in all, it looked like a kooky Pacific god. In the dream, I knew this to be some sort of evil magician creature, and the hand that attacked me earlier was sent by it to get me to touch it, so that the creature could do something bad to me. When I saw it, it ran, and I kept walking towards my house.
When I entered my house, I went back to my mom's room (which, again, wasn't my mom's room- it wasn't really even my house; the room was empty) and saw an orc-like being there. We conduct a greeting ritual, and then I asked him to help me with this being who might do something bad to me (as I asked him this, I saw out the window two more raisin beings, except one was green and one was blue). He agreed to let me stay with him and his men for the night.
I went out to the backyard with him. There was now a fire with some of his tribe around it situated near the tree. I sat a distance from them. One came close to me and did this macho thing- can't remember what it was- and in response, I spat. We did things of elevating bruteness and humiliation that would scare off an ordinary person. But I was strong, I kept my own ground without leaving them or subjugating to them. At the end of the trial, I was honoured with a pat on the back and was respected by them as a sovereign. And I told them when they asked how was I so strongly willed, that I just let things happen, and went with the flow.
By now it was morning. I left the house, and as I walked away, I saw a green sun just starting to rise in the west.
The scene changed, but the setting didn't. I was walking back towards the house, as a different person (I think), and it was still morning, but further along and cloudy.
Let me deviate here and say that whenever a dream is set in this world, it is always either cloudy, raining, or the sun is rising or setting.
So, there was a party on the patio of my house. I got the sense that it was made of my peers. I kinda stood near it, and got closer. I started making my way through the crowd to my back door. There, I sat on the steps leading to my door, in front of where my crush and a friend of hers were sitting and talking. As the day went on, it started to rain, and the crowd trickled away until there was just me, her, and her friend left, with her covering up to shelter from the rain, and her friend kinda kept talking on, and she and I listened.
Finally, I have another dream, where I was in my previous school, a middle school. This was also one of those off days, and everyone was watching a movie in the auditorium or something and I was leaving. I was walking down the hall, and I found that by skipping, I could levitate slightly, using my momentum to go distances of about ten feet. I came across a line of children as I moved toward the 6th grade halls, and to dodge them and the wall I was going to run into, I found that while in the air I could move left and right sort of, and I used this to doge them. The teacher leading the students told me to stop skipping, but I didn't. Someway, I was racing someone who was running, and my levitating was slightly beating his running. We got outside, and I found that I could levitate across the entire grass island in the parking lot as opposed to running across it.
Now, I think I'm being told something. Something like, I can do stuff that is normally "not possible". Three times, I have read a mind. Maybe I should see if I can roll a pen without touching or blowing it.
Who knows?
