non-lucid

Can't remember mutch this night even. I was at school, something like a group project, but can't remeber who was with me or what it was about.

only fragments last night.
The face of a female monster, a cross between a gobelin and a rat, with a pointy muzzle and beady black eyes. zoom out, it has the body of a black hen with droppy, old woman brests. It's a Harpy.
Wings flapping, black as ink, two pair of them, coming from a gigantic statue of a woman hovering above a city.
Thor pulling loki into a room, asking him to do something. Loki let out a bitter laugh and ask him if he's gone crazy again.

Welp, it sucked.

I'm at a groscerie store, it's in a old brick warehouse, with long rectangular windows. It's nicely cold inside with stack of brightly colored fruits and vegetables. I'm not alone in here; there's a teenage girl dressed to the nine in grungy, gothic clothes, with matching black lipstick and rebellious attitude. There's a groupe of men dressed in what's look like armies fatigues, they seem world weary and dangerous. And of course there's the cashier, a slimy, wannabe womanizer in a open collar shirt with slicked back dark hair and a gold chain dangling in the tuff of hair of his chest.*

The girl go to pay for her stuff and he hand here a small booklet with a black cover. I go after her to pay for my things and he and me a similar booklet, only mine looks like his little sister made it. I walk out of the back of the store to a park with gravelled paths and a fontain. I read the booklet; it's telling me that I'm some sort of paranormal creature, and that I'm both descending and under the tutelage of a godess named Asthatée. I get angry reading, telling that it's a bunch of horseshit. The dangerous-looking men are getting out behind me and trying to calm me down, telling me that they are used to that kind of things, but I blown them off and go to the cashier to tell him that he shouldn't hand out shit like this to teenager. He absolutly flips out and jump me, his hand turning into claw and going for my neck. I run away under one of the window, and one of the man, a hunter, manage to get on the ledge and use it to pour liquid fire on the enraged cashier, making him melt. Another of those men got caught in the fight and is badly burned; I look for something to soothe his pain. I spot a bottle behind the desk of the now deseased cashier: it's micronised milk. I grab it and pour some on the burns of my savior; it seem to work and he's relieved.

*classy act, this one.

I'm in a wooden barn, full of light with neat stack of hay close to the wall. The only occupant of the place is a gigantic elk, with a head as large as my torso and a antlers span of at least four meters. Its fur is chestnut brown, incredibly thick and soft. I'm here to put his tack and saddle on, and it's well behaved, giving me its head and taking the bite willingly. I secure the tack behind his antlers and tie a decorative piece made of leaves, whites flowers and silver belt to it next to its ear. I bent down to pick brush and notice that its cloven hoofs are biggers that my feets, even in the boots.

I'm laying on a bed. It's made of forged iron, painted white, with high, graceful spirals making up the head and feets of it. The sheet are white too, as is the bigs fluffy pilows. translucents drapes billows from the ceiling to the floor around it, half obscuring the light walls and the french window. Say window is half open to a lush garden. It's day time, but the room is shrouded in shadow. I'm surrounded with bright orange goldfishes, swimming in the air in a complex choregraphy. I touch one of the mand it turn into a luminescent blue, shining with its bones shadowing its skin. It stop when I let go of it. I touch another one and the same thing happen. I find it pretty, and touch my own arm. The same thing happen, my flesh turn blue and luminescent from the tips of my fingers to my shoulder. I realise that I'm wearing a floorlenght nightgown, and that I'm sharing the bed with a sandy haired man. He's sleeping, and I touch his thigh. His whole leg changes, and he wake up. At first he doesn"t say anything, but as I gently move my hand to his torso he starts to freak out and begs me to stop. I'm surprised ans doesn't understand why he's so distressed by what I'm doing, but I let go of him and lay back down on the bed, playing with the goldfishes.

I'm with my sister, trying to escape an underground facility. It's all metal panels and bad lighting, with robot sentinels at some intersections. I lure on of the robot into taking me to a vent and manage to lock it open, allowing my sister and me to escape to the surface. We're in a desert, mostly ocher stones and sand, with wind whipping it a round us. The light is harsh and bright, boncing og the metallic vent we escaped from. We walk a little and spot a little hover vehicle, bright orange with a transparent bubble cockpit. It's color make it blend with its surronding, but the glare on the cockpit is a dead giveaway. We hop in and I start it. It handle weirdly, there isn't any weight behind the wheel. I kick it into high gear and we zip into the blue sky, getting out of the fissure we were trapped in. under us is a long stretch of ocher desert, broken up from time to time by big block of rock and large rift. In front of us is a incredibly tall man-made structure, that looks lika mesh with brighly colored box in. As we get closer, I realise that those box are containers, converted into flats; I can see people sitting on the small porch. I don't know how the managed to get up here, and I don't have time to wonder about it. My hover vehicle can't get any higher, so I have to go through the giant mesh, slaloming between the container to reach the over side. I barely manage it, and we're back to flying over the desert, with nothing in view but the cloudless sky.

Splitting today dreams bounty in two posts for tagging purpose.

I'm walking around with my mother and sister in a big house that was split into flats. It's a little past its prime but style rather stylish, with marble staircases and wood panneling on the wall, the floor is carpeted in a camel color and the wood panneling are rather dark. I puck up a orange kitten and hand him back to its owner, a girl my age who thanks me a lot then talks to me about her brother, who's looking for someone to take care of his two jakc russels. I politly nods and go back to my family. Whithout trasition, we're outside another house on a hill. We walk up the stairs that lead in and enter into a veranda that open into a living room with big windows. It's very cluttered but pristine, with beautiful fournitures and tastful decoration. On the back of this living room is a staircase going down into the hill, probably to the rest of the house. The light, is golden and slanted, like the end of the afternoon. The veranda opens in a french formal garden, with a pool fitted in a ancien fontain and a straight path leading to a big manor. Here, the light is colder and the sun highter, like a winter midday. I realize that the pretty house we were in is merely a dependance of this big manor. My mother urges me to accept to take care of the man dogs' as it would allow me to live in the dependance. My phone buzz and it's a text from both the girl and his brother, telling me that I'm their best candidate and could I please answer quickly? I say yes, feeling more that a little coerced into it.
Without transition again, we're in a mall, looking for clothes; mine are falling appart. My sister sprints in first, she's wearing a lovely dress in a odernised 50s' style, in a red fabric with white polka dots. There is two zippers at shoulders blade level, and she open them "to feel less hot" and ma mother says that it makes her look trashy, but my sister doesn't care. We go to the back of the mall to pick up jeans and I wake up.

TBC in the next entry

I'm in a place where people travel in lift. It looks like a airport, with white tiles and tired travelers, but people wait around lifts rather that gates. The economic classes travels standing up, twenty per lifts, while paying extra allow you to travel seated, zight per lift. I wait my turn, holding a crystal teardrop shaped phial. When it fills with bright yellow foarm, I know it's time to get in. I enter my lift and open the folding seat, it's red velvet. accross from me is a middle aged busness man, to my right a woman, to my left the door. The lift fills in and the door close with a ting! then we're moving up. The man sitting in front of me starts to go on and on about how he can't différenciate men and women of asian origin and how they all looks the same to him. I dryly remark that a chinese man could say that all western men look the same to him, and of course he is rightfully indignant, not getting the hint.
We get off the lift and I go on my merry way, reaching a sort of seminar. A man hand me inking supplies and I find a table to try them, edging myself between rather famous artists in the process.

I don't remember a lot from last night, only feelings and impressions.

Fur, snow, howls, black leafless trees, wolves.

This is going to be a long entry!

First dream: Can't teach a fish how to swim

I'm swimming in a river contained in a cemented canal, on the insistance of my cousin. It's sunny and a little windy, but the water is really murky and the few reeds growing in the cement crack are gnarly and sickly. Luckily for me, the water around me is a litle lest disrty and I can see a little through it; my cousin wears a dark blue one piece bathing suit and is coated with grim, save fore her hair and face. She looks like she used to a few years back, when she wore her hairs shoulder lenght and parted in the middle, with blonde highlights. We reach a platform with metallic stairs, there is a group of men here, calling us and reaching out. I grab the railing of the stairs and pull myself out of the water, with a little help. The air is hot and dry; even the strong wind is hot and I can feel my skin dry in seconds. I walk up the stairs to get out of the canal, we're in the middle of a large, dirt and sand plain with nothing in sight but the canal. My cousin doesn't want to get out, and she find the current in the middle of the river and swims with is away from us.

I woke up and did a WBTB, reading stuff and nagging Eli for around twenty minutes

secon dream: Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers/Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

I'm walking around town with my family, it's even late dusk or early evening, the street lamps are lit but still there is some sunlight, that grey light that stay around after the sun itself has desappear. It's a pretty town, with old stones houses in terraces and stone paved road; it's clean and pretty touristic, even with the aerial electric line crisscrossing the sky overhead. I lag a little behind and tell myself Eli should be here. He walks up to my side and I realise I'm dreaming.
I smile to him and he wraps his arm around my waist with a smile of his own. We walk a little and he asks me if I want to do anything in particular. I snuggle against him, drawning a blank, until suddently I remember one of my objective: finding my animal totem. I grab Eli hand and excitedly tell him that I want my animal totem. He let me drag him around town and we find a small place with a little gathering of animals under a street lamps. I walk to them and ask which one is my totem animal. A giant, soft gray wolf wearing another wolf skin of the same color like a coat, with the other wolf head half covering her own, comes to sit in front of me. She have light gold eyes and dark gray nose, and a very pink tongue. She's a little on the gangly side, and her paws look almost oversized.* Her head is larger that a average wolf, with more slanted eyes. She makes me thing of a fox in disguise, but I still think of her as a wolf. I ask her her name, and she remains silent, staring intendly at me. I pet her head and scratch gently her neck, asking her name again. She shakes her head, making the wolf fur on her back slips a little, and give me a gentle headbutt. I ask her a third time, and I hear inside my head a feminine voice, ringing like a silver bell, telling me "Name me!" I'm startled and let go of the dream.

*Eli think it looked like a puppy. A puppy the size of a small pony.

Third dream: Seven days to live

I'm controling a man in a zombie apocalypse. The air is gray and yellow, he is in a urban environement with broken up road and falled buildings. I feel the controller in my hand, and it's like I'm overing over his shoulder. I know through story exposition that this apocalypse come from an airborn virus, and that some people like the man I'm controling are unaffected by it. I use the bumpers to have him jump through windows and fight of the infected. They aren't very resistant, and their skin tear like paper under the blow, letting their muscles fall out with lymph rather that blood. In fact, there's very little blood, maybe a couple of small scratchs on my character, as a way to let the payer know that their life is slightly depleted. I make him jump inside a dirty white bus and I fuse with him, and I'm the charater as myself.
This bus is going to a safe place with people immune to the virus, but we're aren't sure that all of us are really immune, and the atmosphere is tense. We keep the doors and windows as closed as possible; only people that proved that they were immune are allowed to get out. The bus have being gutted and the chairs remplaced by diner chairs painted white, with a backrest shaped like a giant echec piece, a knight. At first it's full, but after a couple of stop some chairs are empty. I walk trought the bus and see my cousin again, pouting, and a very old friend being pissy about having to stay inside the bus. I get out and go to speak with the driver, who show me that the bus is being fitted on rails to be able to travel through a very steep fall and up, like a roller coaster. I get vertigo looking at the fall and go back inside the bus, wondering if sitting in front will make is worse or better. I decide to sit in the back and my pissy friend is less pissy, and let me sit next to him.

I'm underground, standing on a old stones pontoon. The only light comes from a arched window on the wall on my left, half covered with ivy and fitted with metal bars. There isn't any boat on the dark waters, but a narrow stones path run along the wall to another potoon with a old wooden door. It's pretty cold but I'm warmly dressed, and the place have a deep, heartly smell of soil, wet stones and thick foliage, with a sweet undertone of decay, like the floor of a forest.
I walk up to the door, careful not to fall in the water. I knock on the door and a middle aged blonde woman open it, asking me if I'm here to visit. I agree and she let me in. It's a old house, but well-loved; the wooden floor have the color and the shine of honey, and the walls are painted white. The ceiling are impossibly high, with long, swirling staircase going up to the upper level. There is very little furnitures, and the little that are scattered around are pretty broken down. I walk around, sometime crossing path with the owner. I reach a narrow, tall wooden door in a art déco style, and the owner agree to open it for me. It lead to a garden, big and untamed, yet I can spot littles details that tell me that it's a deliberate look, everything in it's exact place. I smile at the big almond tree, aware that in the spring its flowers smells amazing.

A very comtemplative dream, without a lot going on, but with beautiful sceneries.

So much music references

I'm in a university with a friend. We have to take shelter in the gym, as there is a risk of flood or hurricane, I'm not sure which one. The light is muted and grey, there is big windows all around the building* and we're sitting on long plastic benches. I'm cold, probably because I'm only wearing a tank top and jeans, without shoes or socks. The crowd's conversation is a white noise, my friend is checking her phone but the service is spotty, probably because of the storm. I can hear wind, which make me feel even colder. I get glimpse of a dark haired man, on a screen**. Another man, with long, white-blond hair, come and sit next to me, wrapping his arm around me to warm me up. He feels familiar***, and I'm more that happy to snuggle against him. He doesn't seem to mind my cold hands and keep me close, with a knowing smile.

*I sort of feel like this isn't a good idea to take shelter next to big windows in case of hurricane but why not...
** Eli told me that he "peeked" in my dream, but he thought that I didn't look like I needed him.
***It's the same man that in my Barely not Safe for Work dream. He is more friendly here. Or less, depending on your point of view

I' in a giant, maze-like house with a host of people of various ages, ranging from maybe four to thirty. We're in the garden, with is a strong slope, with a pool on multiple levels, with water bridges and waterfalls connecting all the levels. It's a pool party, despite the overcast, gray and white sky. I'm in one of the most upper level of the pool, il a frilly, light gray bathing suit. Close to me is a buch of teenagers bullying a twenty-something, too nice to tell them to fuck off. They are ganging up on him, trying to pull him underwater. He's strugling against them but he seem to affraid to hurt them to really push them away and it looks like the bullies are going to manage tu hurt him. I grab the one closer to me and roughly pull him underwater, pushing on his head until I feel him hit the bottom of the pool. I swim to the other and scratch and slap my way to the older man, pulling him away.
I'm suddently out of the pool, shivering because my bathing suit is still wet, and trying to convince a four years old girl to sit at a table with other kids to eat the party cake. She's sturbborn and pouty, the owner of the house, a old, artificial blonde woman is fussing over her and throwing me dirty looks while being useless. I ask the kid who is here favorite princess, and the tells me that's Elsa, and I manage to have her smile. The owner start complaining that now the little girl is going to sing the damn song, and she tottaly does but she also get up on the chair and settle down to eat her cake.

I hate bullies with a burning, downright sadistic passion.

I'm in a movie theater with a friend and her family, the place is very baroque with red velvet drapes; it looks like it was used as a traditional theater before. We find a booth large enough for all of us, in front of the candy shop. I sit first, and by the time everyone is seated the place has completly changed; it's now some kind of fair, and we're sitting in a marquee sourronding a sandy area where the show is suppose to be. The sun is high in the sky and very harsh, we can see the dust moving in the hot breeze and every shadow is razor sharp. I realize that my frieand and her family are gone; I'm with a man. He got a mop of dark, curly, greased hair that enphasizes his tan, rugged face and light eyes. He's dressed like a ranch hand, in solid clothes and cowboy boots, but with silver and leather necklaces and a lot of rings. The actors of the show are finally here, but they start arguing immediatly and the show is cancelled.
I'm in a dusty building that looks like a cement square, worn by wind and dust. It's big but lousy, with run down furnitures and dirty corner. I remember that's it's our QG, and we're a buch of bandits and desesperados. There is a very winded argument about some musicians coming in, I'm not sure if they want to come to play or just to repeat. Anyway our boss, the man that was with me at the fair is saying no, but the three girls (me, a sleek hispanic lady in a long leather coat and a big, burly and fat older lady) are pressing for the musicians to come. As I'm the boss' "pretty doll", I figure that nothing will get under his skin more that grabbing the front of another man shirt and kiss him. Say man is tall and broad shouldered, with tan skin and cropped short hair. He doesn't mind the kiss at all, and my boss do little more than grumbling. I push it by snuggling against my new friend large torso with a cheeking smile. I grab his neck to pull him down to my level and whisper in his ear, asking him if the guitars' room is open. I get a eager yes and grab his wrist to go there. I giggle while running through the old facility, made of interconnected buildings like the one we just left. My new beau start to get impatient and push me against a wall, pulling me up, the coarse cement scratching my back where my shirt is lifted. I scramble to catch his shoulders... And wake up.

Well, damn.