But back to my report:
I usually remember most of my dreams and they are always very vivid (some more than others) and tonight I have had one of these extremely detailed ones, that made sense in the dreamworld, but that just left me with a strong questionmark above my head. Why? And how? What does it mean?
I will leave some music for you in case you feel like having it playing to what I can recall from my dream. (it was a very detailed one again!)
I was in the tiny forest on top of the hill where I live with a group of people that I know from my gymnastics classes. It was autumn and the leaves were yet to fall and leave the trees bare. The forest itself was a lot bigger than in reality and instead of houses, the entire hill was covered in trees with leaves of red and bronze.
The trees were also a lot bigger and older than they are here and the floor was graced with the same colour as the tree-tops. We were taking a walk on the O-shaped path around (or in this case - through) the forest, happily chatting about this and that as we discovered a cave that has not been there the last time I came here. We were pondering what to do and wether we wanted to explore it as I saw a chest in the first room and an aisle that led into the next chamber so I entered, curious what I could find.
Once I was inside, I relized that someone or something was living here and this was it's lair. A hint of terror came over me for I sensed that it was nothing friendly that resided inside this hidden cave. At this point I wanted to get out gain but it was almost like the housing itself demanded to be explored so I went on.
The next chamber had some sorf of balcony with stairs on both sides like you can imagine it on old royal housings. Below the balcony the aisle went on, leading to something that looked like a mine.
The gymnastics people had entered too at this point and decided to enter the mine while I was not comfortable with that and decided to look upstairs first. I found some dirty pieces of cloth, things that looked like very improvised tools and some plastic bags. I don't know what it was, but something about the way this room was set up scared me.
Swiftly I ran down the stairs again to look for my friends and keep them from exploring any further as I sensed that whatever lived here was woken by us.
I could see the others comming running back to where I was waiting for them, chased by a creature that looked like an undead-monkey-person.
We feld the housing and I can remember being very worried for living that close to a daemonic monkey like this (it was the size of a human though and it's skin was dirtied by coal and chalk as it seemed - in some places of it's body it looked like the void itself was it's skin and yet it could still have been human). It chased is in the trees and was a lot faster than we were so it was comming closer every second.
As we ran through the forest path, one of the gymnastics-people, who were not those I know but random strangers by now, pushed me in order to get past me and escape faster and I fell.
I fell right through the leafy floor as if it was made of nothing but air and leaves and when I opened my eyes, I was raising from a lake. Leaves were floating on it's surface - the same leaves that had covered the ground of the forest but the others and the daemonmonkey were gone.
Everything around me was quiet, except for the faint ticking of a clock. As stepped out of the water, I could see an old watch floating amongst the lake's shores. I touched it and the screen broke - the ticking noise was silenced.
The same time the sound of an arrow being shut came from the forest and wee winged creatures fled from the tops of the trees surrouding the lake.
I stepped into a forest and followed the soft humming that came from afar, but before I could reach it, my gaze fell upon a tall, snail-like creature with two arms and a wizzard's hat, that was opening the tree-trunks as if one would open the door of a fridge. He was reaching into the trees, leaning inside with his torso, then give a content grump-sound, bend out, close the trunk and proceed with the next one.
He was following a pattern that I could not understand. I was following him and he knew that I was and yet we were ignoring each other in a way.
When he opened the "door" of the next tree, I was taking a glance inside. It looked like somebody had carved a face into the inside of the tree and laid a net of green glowing light over it like you can see it in 3D models. It was the face of a teacher I had in middle-school. The snail-like creature was ... typing on the face as if on a keyboard and then closed the tree's door again.
That is when I saw something sticking out of the ground: it appeared to be the tip of a cloth-tissue that was poking out of the moss and I pulled it, wanting to remove the disgusting litter, but the "tissue" prooved a lot bigger than expected. I kept pulling and pulling and the etire moss around me was lifting because apparently that piece of cloth covered a greater area. Pulling the cloth felt like pulling a wet facewipe out of a dispenser. I quickly ended up with so much fabrick, that it covered me and I could not see the trees anymore, only white organza-seethrough cloth and then there was the end of the tissue.
I was in a void of white organza and walked through it, pushing it aside in order to find an exit.
This is where my dream ended...I am not very sure what it could mean but if any of you has an idea, I would be most curious to find out!
A magical and inspiring weekend to all of my readers!~*
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