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    The Kestrel's Dreams

    Welcome to my Dream Journal! I'm still getting used to the site, so bear with me!

    I'll make this all pretty eventually.


    // Recurring Characters (real people), for your and my own reference (since they're all aliases) //

    Zukin: Bestie and 3/4, went to Germany with me last year. We have almost died together multiple times by now
    Backpacking Group: Zukin, Ivan, Dan, Josh, Kebab, Penny, Cindy, and Suzy; We all drove down to Texas and spent Spring Break ('14) backpacking in the Guadalupe Mountains
    Bob: Older Brother
    Erik: Little Brother
    Germany Group: Zukin plus 7 others who were in the same program to study abroad in Germany for 6 months
    Kristin: Current roommate and close friend of four years
    Jasmine: High school Best Friend, but we don't talk much anymore


    Now that I have something Lucid in my DJ: Orange text = Lucid

    1. Dioramas and Rooster Tails

      by , 11-12-2014 at 04:05 AM (The Kestrel's Dreams)
      November 08, 2014


      Dioramas

      I was a prince of some fantasy country, and there was a celebration for my family. I was the oldest son, and we all had to participate in this ceremony where we face ourselves. We were all sitting on our knees, Japanese Tee Ceremony style, on some pillows. Next to me, the floor opened up. It was dark, and the hole had a part that looked like it was stairs, and a part that seemed to go straight down. I thought it would be too easy, a trick, to go down the easier looking stair-like part, so I lowered myself down into the unknown, through the plain hole. My feet soon touched a platform, and I lowered myself lower so my eyes could adjust to the darkness. I kept lowering myself to platforms on the walls of this square-shaped vertical tunnel. It was a little like a well, but square-shaped.

      I saw a point of light at eye level at some point, and I moved my head to get perspective and pinpoint where it was coming from. I leaned on the wall, and it moved. I realized I could slide the walls to either side; It opened the hole a little more, and so I slid another wall a few feet until there was a hole big enough for me to get through.

      When I got through the hole, I was in a room that looked like it went around the original well-like tunnel. There were dioramas that moved lining the walls. You had to pump them or something to get them to move, but they were devices I was familiar with and fond of, so I knew how to use them all. They were all scenes from my life. I followed the room all the way around until I got to the diorama of this day, and was a little bit surprised and scared to see that there was one more diorama after it. When I mustered the courage to look at it, it was simply the garden with a piece of a stone wall missing. But it still bothered me somehow.

      I went back up to the surface and told my family about my experience, and how the missing wall really bothered me. The foreboding feeling had grown since I'd seen it.

      I think there was something about an uncle betraying us or something after that.




      Rooster Tails

      I was at an entrance of a building that was on a lake. There were platforms to jump out onto, and I jumped to one, and it moved away from the building a foot or two. There were eels or something, maybe some huge catfish, in the water, and something making rooster tails in the water next to and around me. I kept jumping to new platforms, each one moving further and further away from the building, until there were no more platforms I could jump to. I was afraid of whatever was making the rooster tails in the water (think that scene from the Princess Bride with the man-eating eels)