Here be dragons

So I'm sick (yeah, again...) so my recall is tanking.

There was snow, horse-pulled carriages, fur coat and a busy old city.

I'm not physicaly in the dream; I'm just witnessing.

There's a group of adventurers in a post-apocalyptic world; a girl, a man and a angel. The angel is wielding a strange sword that looks like a rapier but turn into a pillar of light when he use it. The girl seem to be able to use it too. They are on the street, under a ink-black sky and harsh neon light.

I'm in the dark, laying on my bed. I hear the phone ringing and grumble about it, trying to fall back asleep. I toss and turn a little, but nothing do. I get up without bothering with the light and get out of my bedroom into the corridor. I stumble pass the furnitures and into the entrance and take the key to the mailbox before getting out. The cold seize me, and I think that I souldn't have go out wrearing only my pajama. The front of the garden is very diffrent, with a hedge rather than a fence and proper lawn rather that gravel The house in front of mine is still the same thought. I still go to get the mail; the mailbox is cream rather that green, and rather beated up. Inside there's two small packages and an handfull of flyers. I chuck the flyers into the outside bin and get back in. It's still very dark, and I feel heavy and tired. I drop the packages on the kitchen table and head back to bed.

Then I woke up, and started to list all the points where I should have snapped into lucidity. One of the obvious one being that I'm in my student flat.Dammit. And it was, of course, three in the morning.

I'm in a ginormous wooden cabin, with a very open floor plan, and all of my family, plus guests. We're preparing a birthday party, for my sister I think. It's a very sunny day, and beams of light stream from the bay windows, one of them open into a glittering snow covered garden. It's pretty hot inside despite that; there's lit fireplace all around. We'ere obviously doing the finishing touchs for the party: tables are dressed with white cloth, and there are garlands on the mezzanine. Half of the people are already in their classy clothes, my sister rocking a snazzy golden dress that enhance her natural tan. My mother and her briefly fuss about her hair and she run away to fix something. I'm here out of duty, and help putting food and beverages around, already dolled up. The friends and family I keep crossing paths with seem very happy to see me here and keep telling me that I should be all dressed up more often. It's a little overhelming and I run back to the kitchen insteand of answering them. My mother boyfriend is here, not ready for the party at all in a t-shirt and short. He looks like he just stepped out of the shower and wandered in. In his usual blunt manner, he point out that I finally look pretty in that dress and makeup.* Starting to feel fed up, I walk out of the kitchen to the back of the house, which is more calm. I climb some stairs and sit on the landing of the second floor, pulling on the hem of the dress. It's a a nice burgundy with black ribbons and a little frill, and the heels I'm wearing match well. The second floor is almost in the dark, with only a fireplace in the back and a little sun shining around the closed curtains. I can barely hear the sound of the party here, it's rather peaceful. Someone come from the first floor, stopping a dozen stairs under me and looking up. It's the dark haired man I already saw before, striking green eyes looking at me with a hint of concern. He's wearing a tuxedo, and has a champagn flute in his hand; it seem that the party has started.

*Yes, he is that blunt. It's not malicious on his part, but it can be jarring. It's true that without any makeup I look like a mix between a rather ripe zombie and a creepy porcelain doll, but I would rather sleep in the morning that make my face. And I can't find fondation that is light enough to match my skintone anyway.

Same good old anxiety dream I have before any exam. Cant wake up, wake up to late, train is late, bus is late, bla bla bla.
Meh.

I'm participating to a kind of scavenger hunt. At one point we have to get to a underground place, but when we reach it it's partially underwater The water is cold and murky enough that we can't see the bottom. As we dive in, another team spring out of the water; it's a trap. We manage to push them to the door, then out. I tell part of my team to make. sure that .they can't .get back. in, and we move to open the door at the back. It lead into another room, longer than larger, with racks on the walls. There's a lot of differents things here, unusuals weaponry, bike in neon colors, and what looks like a dwarven armor next to a jeager suit.

I'm laying on my bed, in the dark, feeling warm and relaxed. I feels a slight rocking motion and trying to push my dream body out, but I don't have enough momentun and snap back in, waking up in the process. I manage to stay still and look for the rocking motion again, wainting until I'm confident I can throw myself out. I roll off the bed and go to the window. I go through it and walk in the dark, waiting for the darkness to subside. When I can finally see I'm standing on a road between two hedges and it's the end of the afternoon. Eli is already here, and I take his hand. He wrap me in a tight hug and I get gently pulled on my tiptoes, burying my face against his neck, smelling cologne and his warm skin undernearth. I lose my equilibrium and lean against him, encircled in his arms, and the dream threaten to shatter like glass. He let go of me, reminding me that I have to look for someone. I'm not very lucid but I know he's right, so I climb other the hegde into a tree and use the brach to lauch myself into the sky. I' flying very low, and I use the trees on my way to try to go highter.
I fly close to a small group of dream characters; I can't really see their faces, but one of them is familiar. I land next to him and he smiles, recognizing me. It's the handsome man with the patrician features and he is as happy to see me as he was is the first dream I saw him. He takes my hand for a basemain, but the mighty kitty wakes me up.
At this point I check the time, and since it's still early, I decide to try to do a WBTB, as I can't chain.
I am in a garden, without lucidty. I'm with agroup of girl, we're celebrating something like a engagement. We're all on motocycles, except one, who only has a bike. I get off my ride, telling her to take it, that I will find something else. On cue I hear hooves, and I turn around. A cybernetic horse is coming for me. It's made of a strange, shiny almost black blue material, with a blue shiny outline stylizing its face and body. Its eyes are pupilless and shining too, and its mane is a plate of the same material as the rest of it. There is some kind of plugs on its back, and I use them to secure a saddle made of a simple piece od leather on its back before climbing. I don't need a tack to steer it, but the girls with me find it innerving, so I materialize a bridle around its head. The horse rears up and nickers, very unhappy with that.

I really need to stress to myself that I need to find the silvery man and not any pretty thing I find on my way

take a seat people, this one is a long one.

I boards a train on a contry station. The day is hazy and hot, the tall grass dried out and whispering in the hot wind. The train I'm in go off the rails, but I find myself tranding up in the ruins of the accident, seemingly inscathed, chairs and pieces of glimmering machinery all around me in a clearing. I still need to go, and I find mylsef in another train, this one going over a brige high on a montain side. This one go off the rails too, and I'm falling down, all the way to the ground. I hear the thump of my body, and something snaps.
I scramble back on my ass, then I stand up. Somehow I know that i'm not living anymore, that I'm a ghost, haunting my own body. It doesn't seem broken or even hurt. Two other girls are picking themselves from the ground. I know they are like me, dead but walking. We meet up on the side of the wreackage and decide that we have nothing better to do but walk.
We walk for a long time, following the train tracks, until we reach the outskirts of a city. One of my companion seem to know her way around, and she brings us to a big villa with a party going on. We walk in from the garden to a back door. A Yound, blond haired girl opens the door, beckoning us in. There's a lot of people, kids barely in their teens huddled together, sixteen years old longing around, and twenty something drinking and laughing. THe blonde girl introduces us to her older borther, one of a twenty-something; he's a fiery red-head, with a handsome, somehow cat-like face. He seems very interested in me, but he gives off such a creeper vibe that I decide to purposely fuck with him by flirting with girls. I whisper to one of the girls from the train:
"I bet I can kiss three girls before the end of the day."
"But how about the guy?" she askes.
"Exactly."
We giggle after that.
The day after, the party is fnished and the house weirdly empty. It's a beautiful place, with white walls and tilted floors, the furniture mostly made of light wood, with dark blue and white fabric. I slowy understand that the party was an haunting, and the previous owners of the place are dead, and I'm squatting. There's a lot of food in the kitchen, breads and cheeses and all sort of vegetables in the frige. There's also a cot in here, with a cream wool blanket on the thin mattress.
I spend some days here, and one day I overslept and wake up in the darkness. I flip the switch to open the electrical blinds and look the time on my phone; it's almost 3 p.m. but I need to plung it to see clearly the screen, the battery was almost flat.
I wander in the garden in my pajama, a fade pink shirt going down to my thighs, feeling feverish. On a cornor of the garden, overlooking the street below is a giant tree, gnarled and old. It looks like a japanese pin tree, with big aerial roots. It's covered in dark green moss, with lighter sprouts on the side touched by the sun, doted with small flowers in orange, pink and light yellow.
As I'm walking toward it, two girls I recognize from the school I'm attending see me from the street and ask me where I am been. I make up a lie that I was sick with the flu, my dew soaked pajama clinging to me like I'm sweatslick. They sympathize, and ask to use my bathroom. I pretend that it's dirty to make them leave, bu the older one insist and I guide them inside. I pretend to clean up the bathroom before letting the younger one in, going in the kitchen with the other. I start to nervously tidy up the food, putting most of it in the frige and throwing moldy things away. The girl looks at me intendingly and asks me : "Do you sit on the bed, or through the bed?" I look quickly to the still locked bathroom door, and nervously tell her that we should speak about it later. She agrees and the younger girl get out, and they leave. The older girl tells me her friend needs help, and she will come back later.
I start to bolt all the doors but another school college walks to it with a friend of her and tries to force her way in; I lock the door on her and talk to her through a window cut in the wood of the door. She aggressifly asks me about a Sarcomis thyphus and I rattle off the definition of it; it's a bacteria that induce sarcoma. He friend snorts and starts to say that it's actually a part of the immun system. I scream at her that it's in the fucking name that it induces sarcoma and it's a bacteria and slam the window covering in their faces, bolting it. I back up a little corridor and lock another door, this one painted light blue.

I woke up to the new of David Bowie's death. He said goodbye so often I can't believe it's real this time. He shaped a large part of my teenage years and I started to embrace weirdness, scary monsters and supercreeps thanks to him.
I kind of forgot my dream after that.

I'm in a city, it's as usual made of long houses interlocked with eachothers and very steep. I need to protect a small group of children from a man. I try to have them to run and get away, but they are too scared of stubborn to listen to me and I have to fight the man head on. I shapeshift into something quatripedal, with fangs and claws, attacking this man to keep him from snatching the kids. They run from me and I chase them into a house big enough to be a manor and scramble up some wooden stairs, shifting back and huddling in a corner between two dark rooms. I can see that one of them is a bedroom, with the single bed close enought to the half open door that I can see under it. I'm trembling all over, feeling both vindicated and hurt by the children's fear. My sister and a yound man find me here, and crouch to be on eye level with me, talking soothing nonsense.
The man take a halfstep to the left and a very strange insect crawls from behind him. It's a light, soft green color, and looks like a centiped the size of a small dog. On its head is a mass of feelers looking like ribbons or feathers, gently moving like algae in water. I'm both repulsed and fascinated by it, and I huddle a little closer to the wall when it advances. It stops before I get too inconfortable, and something grows out of it's back; it's butterfly wings, the same soft green color with a big eye-like spot and a long tail. It looks like a luna butterfly, and it's pretty, in a weird way.

Spent the night dreaming about honey, lemon juice and tea.
Woke up with a sore throat and midly dehydrated. Oh well.

Low lucidity dream.

I'm on my bed, in the dark, feeling heavy and relaxed. I start to get a rocking sensation, left to right, and I push my dream body out. I fall off the bed and use it to get back up and find the window. I get out and walk a little alog the wall into my vision come in and I can the the front garden, sunny and quiet. There is no sound but the wind, but I still feel uterly at ease, relaxed and almost floaty. I exent my hand out of my field of vision and catch the hand of Eli, pulling him to me. He's wearing a faded white sleveless Tshirt that show all the freckles on his shoulders and arms, a dark jeans and leather boots. I snuggle against him and he smiles before asking me "What about your silvery man?" and of course my answer is "You first." I start to run out the garden, pulling him with me.
I lost lucidity pretty much right after that, but according to Eli we didn't leave the road in front of my house and the dream didn't go one a lot.

I'm not sure about the chronological order of this dream.

It's a post-apocalyptic setting again, but this time the apocalypse happened very recently; we still don't know how bad it is, and what exactly has changed. I'm walking through a facility set in a warehouse with a man in a lab coat; there's a lot of people running around with files and tablets, making impromptu meeting and talking. It's badly lit, and I feel like I'm underground, even thought I can see a boat on the otherside of the warehouse, ad the light boncing of the waves painting pattern on the ceiling. I overhear a man talking about going to live at sea, on oil-extracting platform. I point out to the man walking with me that thoses platform are limited in space and food, so that's not a viable move. He leads me to a computer and we can see the number of people killed, separated in profession in a kind of spreadsheet. He points the physicians to me, telling that one in forty got killed. The number of killed physicians is two hundreds, and the cell color is orange.
I'm outside now, with a middle aged woman, in an alley between two buildings. It's a very sunny day, the shadows on the orange walls are razor sharp, an the metallic mesh closing one end of the alley is glittering. There's also a grey plastic table against the wall to my left, with a box on it. A man with sunglasses pick something up in the box and put it in his mouth. I sprint to him and kiss him, stealing the thing in the process. It's slightly sweet and chewy, like gum. Now that I'm close I recognize David, and he take another gum; it's small, white and tubular shaped, like a rubber from the end of a mechanical pencil.
We're back inside the warehouse, with the man and David, and we learn that we have to ask for help to some people. I know that they aren't normal human, and I pick a photograph of one of them, telling the crowd that I know him, that I call him Raphael. One of the people ask him how much I know him, and I answer that he likes me in white. We decide that me and David will go looking for him.
We're on a road, in a middle of a forest; I check a map, it seem that we are in Europe, somewhere between Germany and Russia. The sun is high in the sky, but the air is pretty chilly. David got a jeans, hicking boots and a warm coat, but I'm in a white, flowy dress. It cover my arms and go down to the floor, but it's made of a light material, in lots of layers. We've been walking for a long time and I complain that we're running out of road. We finally reach a big building, well integrated into the forest, with big glass walls and dark woods. The door has a steel inlay, and I walk in with David. Inside the floor is carpeted, the wall painted white and with the same dark wood panneling. It has the slightly cushy warm of central heat. I go to the admission desk, letting David sit in one of the armchair overlooking the road. The receptionnist is a small, blond-haired woman with a tight ponytail that brush her neck. She listens to me and talks into her headset before gesturing me to go to the armchair. I give her a smile and turn around, but before I can move Raphael enter the room.
He's a towering, willowy man, crowned with golden curls. He's wearing a long-sleeved light blue t-shirt over a jean and his fingers are stained with paint. He notices me and pulls me off the floor into a bearhug, and I get a good look of his freckled, charming face and light green eyes.
Later, I'm walking into the nearby city with David, the warm of the sun nicely contrasting with the chillness of the air. We're on a very pretty, pedestrian street made of sandstone. David makes me laugh, and I can see from the corner of my eye Raphael, walking with a small group of friends ahead of us turning around and looking for me. David whispers to me that Raphael agree to help because he's infatued with me. I laugh at the idea, but Raphael big smile when he hears my laugh seem telling.


Yeah, Eli does find that there's an awful lot of people loving me recently

I'm with a golden haired man with short, slicked back hair. He pulls me in a car and I have to drive it through a underground parking lot. It's decrepit, the cement is stained and pitted, with the metal bar embedded in it sticking out like bones from a carcass with rust leaking out. Part of it is falling appart, blocking some roads. I try to find my way in it, my compagnon not very helpful. He does give me some direction, and we reach a back-end. I turn the car around, telling the man I won't let him get us into trouble if we need a quick guetaway.

I find myself in a house with my family, namely my mother, her brother with his dog, and my sister. They were out to the beach and everyone is tired, my mother sleeping on the couch in her still wet clothes with a blanket over her. I notice a piece of paper poking out of her pocket and take it without waking her up. There's in fact two papers: on of them is too wet and desintegrate into a pulp, bu the other is still mostly whole. I read part of it; it's a very heartfelt letter from my father, written just before or after my sister's birth. It's written on a prescription paper, with the heading of the hospital he worked in when I was very young. It's typical of him, and rather sweet. I carefully lay it flat on the table to dry, feeling lot of love for both my parents.

Finally, I wander outside that room to a living room with french windows opening into a stone terrace with iron-forged garden furnitures. There's a crew of cameramen here, filming what seems to be a business lunch. There's a dozen of people in suit, both men and women, eating an expensive salad in the sun. I'm lurking inside, not wanting to be filmed. I look around the room, there's a desk with a handful of pens and some letters, but I don't pay close attention to it. There's also a big cardboad box. I take off the lid and there's a big, pitch black rabbit in it, on a bed of hay. I pick it up and hold it close to me, it's as big as a cat and very fluffy, with a downy belly. I'm careful to keep it's legs tighly hold so it can't kick, but it's a very chill rabbit and it let's itself being carried around like a big furry baby. I walk to the other side of the room and find a stone wheel going down. There's growling coming from it, deep below. I call in it and something come up; it's sewage, dark and sluggish, with a white mouse swimming in it. I take it out of the sewage, but I didn't caught it properly and it twists out of my hand and fall to the floor before running away. I'm not very sad about it, since it was dripping wet and dirty. I gently put the rabbit down and pat it's head before opening the door for it. It hops out and I go back to lurking next to the windows. One of the people eating, and handsome man with olive skin and strong, patrician features, looks up and away from the lunch and right to me. He seems to recognizes me and his cold, calculated smile turn into an incredibly warm, sweet one. He politly but quickly excuses himself from the table and gets inside. He's tall and broad-shouldered, with cropped, very curly dark hair. I reach up to his face, and he catches my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine. His hands are as big as the rest of him, making me feel small. He smiles and cups my face with his other hand, it feels very warm and slightly rough, probably from calluses. I smile and coyly look away.