Y'know I'm starting to think my DJ titling could use some work.
Anyway I had a dream that I really liked last night aaaAAAA
Dream: The End of the World
So my real world family was there (though not my dad, I don't think), and some serious shit had gone down that had swamped most of the world in water. I think it had been some sort of massive hurricane ... let's say twice the size of a normal one.
In the dream, the family had a different home which was now half-flooded.
I can remember a few things that happened (though I'm writing this up a bit late). First of all, there was a segment involving my brother and I swimming deep in the water amid the submerged buildings, and only being able to breathe because there were friendly whales that would exhale hovering bubbles of air that we could sort of "sip" from. It seemed that when the world flooded, the whales had swum into human territory specifically in order to help people like this.
Then there was a sort of... more personal segment. I'm just gonna put it into spoiler tags to give myself the illusion of privacy.
Spoiler for kinky torture things:
So, I ... flew? up to the roof of the house, which was surrounded by water that came a bit past the first floor. (If I did fly, I didn't notice enough to make any sort of connection between this and dreaming.) The roof was perfectly flat and wood, sort of like a Terraria house.
There was some sort of witch woman up there. The thing is, I don't know what to call her other than a witch. She was an "evil", self-sufficient and independent magic user who'd apparently taken an interest in me. I think I went up to the roof knowing she'd be there waiting for me. I don't like the word "witch" though, because it summons this idea of some woman in black with a pointy hat and broomstick, and this was more of a... enchantress? But not seductive.
I don't know if any words were exchanged. I just know that soon enough, I was on my back with my wrists and ankles tied down by her magic (sort of hard to see, but I think it was pink and glowing/sparkling). She started to torture me somehow, keeping up the pain until she started to get a reaction out of me. It didn't really hurt (or I don't remember any pain or unpleasant sensations), but as the pain got "worse" I began to struggle and cry out—which was just what she wanted to see. Though I don't remember the pain, I do remember the feeling of my wrists being restrained by the odd, somewhat formless magic (my ankles kicked free at some point, but she didn't care).
This went on for a while, I suppose until the dream "got bored" and moved on to something else. (I think in general my brain isn't great at concentrating on and extending a single moment. I think that's something I'd like to work on, because I was enjoying the whole thing about as much as she was.)
I think she represented me: the sadistic, always-frustrated part of me that is never allowed to really hurt anything. The part of me that wants to be powerful, self-sufficient, magical, in control. But I think it's easier for me to hurt myself than to hurt someone else.
After that, the dream introduced me to a whole group of very small mice ... fish things, of various colors. And my job was to sort of lead/control them in order to accomplish some sort of task. Man, the stuff I'm writing down doesn't really capture the actual feel of it. But as usual, I think there was some odd, unrealistic twist on it that doesn't relate well to real concepts. Hmph.