Thread: redisreddish's mess of dreams

Ugh, my throat is killing me. It's been keeping me awake for the past few nights. Recall is terrible; just a few vague snippits to report.

Talking to Tiger
Running away a lot from an evil sorcerer guy
Looking at a New Moon calendar

my recall has sucked too! at least THAT has been syncing!

Originally Posted by redisreddish

Ugh, my throat is killing me. It's been keeping me awake for the past few nights. Recall is terrible; just a few vague snippits to report.

That sounds exactly like me. Sore throat, stuffy nose, waking up constantly and no recall. It sucks.

Originally Posted by redisreddish

Ugh, my throat is killing me. It's been keeping me awake for the past few nights. Recall is terrible; just a few vague snippits to report.

Talking to Tiger
Running away a lot from an evil sorcerer guy
Looking at a New Moon calendar

Cool. It is a New Moon, isn't it!

Originally Posted by Raven Knight

That sounds exactly like me. Sore throat, stuffy nose, waking up constantly and no recall. It sucks.

I've been a little sick also. Chanting is helping. I focus my vibration where I feel the most resistance.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

I've been a little sick also. Chanting is helping. I focus my vibration where I feel the most resistance.

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Well, my throat is feeling better, at least. Now my nose is acting up. All snuffy and then all runny. I'm really hoping it goes away by tomorrow. It probably won't, though, knowing my luck. I always end up being sick on my birthday.

~~~Healing Tiger!~~~

I started out in the band room at school. There was some guy walking around, muttering about someone needing to get his instrument. I went to the piano and looked for some sheet music, but there wasn't any there. I just started playing random notes. It sounded more like a harp than a piano. The guy walked over to me and said something stuck-up and along the lines of "Get me my instrument, peasant."

"Go get it yourself, dipwad," I told him.

"How dare you! I refuse to be insulted by a--" FWOOP. He disappeared. I looked around and saw Tiger standing there, and snapped into lucidity.

"Hi, Red." He sounded sad.

"Tiger, hi! Are you okay?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. So, what are you doing?"

"Um, nothing. I just got here. What about you?" I asked. He just shrugged again. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" I got up and went over to him. He was on the verge of tears.

"It's nothing," he sniffed. "I'm fine. Really." He started crying.

"Tiger! What's the matter?" I put my hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me."

"It's nothing. I'm just kind of having some problems in real life." He moved out from under my hand.

"What is it? I'm serious, you can tell me! This is a dream; you're supposed to be having fun! I don't want to see you sad!" I put my hand back on his shoulder, and this time he came forward and hugged me. *I'm not going to post what he told me then. I think that would be indecent of me.*

Anyways, he told me what was bothering him, and I told him to sit down so I could do something. We sat across from each other, cross-legged on the floor. I tried to picture a guitar in my hands, but nothing happened. I moved my hands like I was playing one, though, and it sounded like one was there.

"Okay..." I said. I had no idea how to play the song I was thinking of, so I just moved my hands. It sounded perfect. I could only remember the first verse and the chorus, so that's all I sang:

"When the weight of the world bears down so hard you leave footprints on the street, and there's too many miles to face without a few more hours sleep. The storm clouds overhead won't shed any rain to quech your thirst, I wanna be the one you reach for first.

Fall into me, my arms are opened wide, and you don't have to say a word, 'cause I already see that you're tired, and you're scared, and it's hard and it hurts, and I wanna be the one you reach for first." (Fall Into Me by Sugarland. It's a beautiful song.)

As I was playing, gold and white light streamed from the place the invisible guitar was and flowed around Tiger, making swirly shapes and patterns. He looked less sad. Still not his usual hyper self, but definitely not as sad. "Thanks," he said, and gave me another hug.

"No problem. I like you, Tiger. I don't want you to be sad." I smiled at him.

"I want to give you something." Tiger held out his hand, and a pale blue/pink rose clip type thing appeared in it. I took it, and it turned hot pink. "It's like a mood ring... only it's a rose and it goes in your hair." Tiger put it in my hair for me.

"It's awesome! Thank you!" I thought about how I was going to remember all this. "I'm going to wake up now. I have to write this down, or I'm going to forget."

"Okay," Tiger said. "See you later."

~~~~

And I did write it down. It could hardly read it when I went to type it in Word. My spelling when I'm tired is terrible!

And alas, I am out of time for the moment. I will continue tomorrow.