Well.. it's been a while. ~Rubs my face~ I hate this dream. I've had it once before. [Side note: It's always interesting to wake up, not remembering the transition between one dream to the next, and then as you go to write down what happened, you suddenly remember. xD]
I was.. I guess in some kind of fantasy world? I dunno. I just remember seeing the desert from above. I guess I was flying over it. Despite the lack of a range of color, the scenery was quite beautiful. I was with my best friend, and a guy who I guess was best friends with us. They were also flying. Well, at one point we ended up finding some interesting looking buildings, probably goverment property. This place was like Earth, only we could do things that should be impossible, like fly with wings. Anyway, so we went to the building, and it seemed to be abandoned. Around it were large ditches. It was fun to fly over them and see what was inside. The more we flew around the ditches, the more the scenery changed until it looked like my back yard... Complete with the dog kennel and swing set. Well, somewhere along the line my best friend started shooting me with her arrows because I did something to massively irritate her. We couldn't hurt each other, but the arrows made our wings disappear. So we had an interesting time with her shooting me just above a ditch, and me recovering my wings in time to not get stuck down inside a ditch. The rule of recovering wings had something to do with having to bring them back before you touched ground, otherwise you had to wait a long time. So yeah, while this was going on the boy was laughing because he found it entertaining to see me fly up high, get shot, start falling and then pop back up into the air. Well, I flew over one ditch and there were three dogs inside, and I somehow knew they were dangerous. My fears were confirmed when one of them jumped up after my foot. I was going to fly away from there as fast as I could, and the guy heard me freaking out about the dogs. Wendy, however, didn't. And she shot an arrow at me again. I got down to the edge of the ditch and all three dogs came jumping after me. Thankfully I got my wings back in tme and started flying away. Well... the dogs jumped out of the ditch (which really shouldn't be possible for ANY dog to jump that height), and were chasing after me. So I flew higher. So they jumped higher. And they were only going after me, with the intent to kill... The three of us humans went inside the building, and I flew up to the top of the ceiling (and somehow managd to just float there up against the ceiling...). Well, the dogs found a way in and were jumping up at me... I was pushing them back without getting bitten somehow. Next thing I knew I was waking up on the neighbor's living room couch. And my two friends were there and they asked if I'd come back to Earth. I said "Yeah, and I think a few guests aren't far behind me."
Well... the neighbor had 4 dogs, and three of them migrated over to the living room couch. And their pupils were glowing green. I looked at them and I said "That's one, and so is this.." So I ran. And they chased. I managed to trick two of them into going outside by running to the front door, opening it and letting them go through so that they thought they could stop me from getting out. So I closed the door in their faces and locked it. (That door had some serious locks xD) And then I ran downstairs, and my friends followed me. I went into a room and the guy surprised me by grabbing my arm. I almost hit him. He started leading me out of the room, and I could somehow tell that the third dog was coming. At that point I just woke up. x.x
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold