dream fragment

Dream on Dec. 8, 2010. I only remember bits and pieces

I was on a journey with other people. We were in a plane, but it was not a normal plane, it was more like a platform that flew without any obvious means of propulsion. Below us was the sea, or perhaps a large lake, and very green hills that protruded from the dark water. On some of the larger land masses, there were picture perfect cottages, easter egg colors with white framing. Willows and other dainty trees grew as well as abundant gardens with roses and tulips. We landed, the platform becoming a deck. There was a marina, and passengers started getting off, moving to various boats. There were large boats, with engines, but I got in a group where there was only a small fishing boat with oars. I tried getting in, but each time I stepped in the boat, it would start sinking. Everyone else but myself and a stranger had left and we were trying to find a way to get in the boat without it sinking. Finally, a little fishing boat with an enginge appeared. It was being directed by a former colleague of mine, Will, from the SPCA. He irritably told us to get in, and the other few people in the boat moved over so we could clamber aboard. There was water in the bottom of the boat and I was concerned we would sink. However, we made it to the other dock, which was attached to vibrant green grass. There was a dirt walkway with granules of sand and rock and a wooden border. We walked up to a large, stucco covered building with a wooden awning with trellises that grew ivys. We walked inside, and I saw another former colleague, Brandon. Everyone was dressed in suits, it was a speech tournament. I remember looking at him and thinking I was going to tell him "Brandon, I had a dream about you!" Ironically enough, I was dreaming about him. Everyone was chattering, waiting for another round to start. I remember feeling as if I were invisible, wandering through this large hall, which seemed to be composed of only hallways. The floor looked like marble and there was old furniture. The hall seemed like it was being remodeled, there was large sheets of plastic sectioning off rooms.

Then I woke up

I had a very difficult time sleeping last night. It seemed I could not gain comfort and continued to wake off and on. Therefore, my dreams are unkempt but still very vivid.

I remember being out on the ocean. The water is dark, but not noticeably cold. There are others with me, at the time I knew them, but I cannot register them in my memory. We are out on the ocean, no shoreline in sight, and the waves are getting bigger and bigger. We are trying to push through the waves, so they don't engulf us. We are afraid of drowning. The waves get bigger and bigger, and we are being swallowed in them. However, through each way, we gain better leverage, are able to right ourselves faster. The waves are monstrous, but we are able to traverse them because we now know how.

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My sister, my cousin, and I are in what appears to be a tree house. Its drizzling out, and cold. The sky is overcast and its evening. My sister's clothing has been strewn all over the gravel below the treehouse. Next to us is a house; my parents home. My cousin, sister, and I are confused as to why her clothes are thrown around. It is dark and we are aware of a presence. We are frightened. I grab a flashlight that flickers on and off; it isn't a steady stream of light. I tell them I'll go inside; find my mother. I open the back door and the house is dark. It is drafty inside as the house isn't well insulated. The walls are dark wood and the home is dreary. I hold the flashlight out, more as a weapon than an intended light source. I continue to creep through the house. I see light coming from under the door in a closet. I hear voices. It is warm here. I open the door and find my mother inside, the room steamy and pleasant. However, I look back and see a deformed, dark skinned figure, his teeth glaringly bright as he smiles a devilish smile at me. He is evil, and I know it. I recoil in horror, but my mother says that she is giving him a bath and that I musn't scare him. I know when she lets him go, he will come to try to hurt me. I flee and run back to the tree house, explaining what I saw. I begin to pack my things. I pick out a dress that is grey and black, and plan to pair it with leggings. I am throwing my clothes around, looking for leggings.

Then I wake up.