Ayrwen's DJ

01/04/2010

This is one of those days when I just can't pull myself together to write down ALL of my dreams. So some of the least interesting and fragmented one are not going to be mentioned :/ Sorry guys. But on another note I'm going to try both the TOTM and the BD TOTM. If my WILD tonight is 100% successful. Because the island resort is just too awesome to not try to go there. XD

But now, for the dreams...

Non-dream Dream Semi-lucid Lucid

The witches and the monster-wolves

I am in a field with a forest on my left and a steep rock wall further down on my right. The whole dream is dark. There are witches there. How I know that they are witches I do not know. They slightly remind me of the witches from the movie "Golden Compass". I have a longbow in my left hand and an arrow bag over my shoulder. (Fun fact: I started to train in archery from this years January.) We need to fight the monster wolves that are coming out from the forest. I'm trying to kill them with precise shots but somehow I always miss. The other witches are starting to get annoyed. I somehow know that I am knew here.

Time-skip.

It is now raining. No, pouring. We are preparing for another attack. We go forward and the wolves start attacking us. I and another witch am backed against the rock wall. I see other witches behind the wolves. The wolves are upon us, and another one is attacking me in particular. The wolf the size of a huge dog, and looks normal, except for it's face. It has an evil look and red, glowing eyes. I try shooting him, but he is too close. The other witch - she has long, dark hair and a long flowing dark dress - says that I need to hit him. I do a couple of times, but then the wolf start biting my arm, practically chewing on it.


The visible wings

A little info: when I want to fly in my dreams, I imagine myself with wings. That is also my reality check. These are just random fragments. From a dream.

I'm going to visit my grandma. I ring at the door, and I'm let in. I go into the living room. My grandma is sitting on the couch. There is a little girl there with a nice dog. The girl gasps.
"Oh my god..."
"Yeah, those are my wings.."
"Is that why you never let me touch your back?"
"Yeah."

At the same place, I feel someone touching my wings and gently pressing them against my back. The feeling of soft feathers touching my back feels weird.

At the same place. I am sitting at the chair next to the couch. I am scratching the dogs head. At first he's enjoying it and is really happy, but then he starts growling at me, barking at me and even tries to bite my hand. I pull my hand back from him and hiss like a cat. (Yeah... Another thing I may tell you about sometimes... )

I am hiding from someone on a roof of a shop not far from my home. I know for a fact that my wings are still visible.

A vague memory of running down the street to my apartment building.