Dream # _____, female

[thedarksiren2]

I woke up to the smell of tar around me. The world was dim, dark clouds fought against the sunlight, and my nostrils burned. I sat up, cocoon-like in bindrune's blue sleeping bag, and saw my sister Debra sleeping a few feet away from me. She wasn't herself though. Instead, she looked like Leah, her daughter, and was nine years old.

Julene slept next to her, both of them peaceful and still, breathing the fumes in deeply, slowly, babes fast asleep. I was tired of the suffering, and detangled myself from the bag as I stood up.

I waved my arms back and forth in an X-Y motion, although The Why was obvious. I loved them, and didn't want them to die.

I tired quickly, and as my eyes blurred and my body folded beneath me, strong arms caught me, mid-fall.

I remember the buzz of the two-engine airplane, nasal, almost irritating. My mom was somewhere on board, drinking her Pepsi, while Dad flew the plane above the black lands. I searched for beef jerkey in the bag below my feet - I'm not sure how I went from lying down to sittingt upright without moving, but it happened. Light-blue ruffling bag, snacky-foods but nothing I wanted. Mom asked me what I wanted, and when I told her, she pointed to the ashtray in the front. I climbed between seats, a small child now, and my hands were covered in ash as I hunted for the jerkey.

Dad walked back to the car, and I jumped back into the seat behind me. Mom told me he didn't care, but I didn't want him to be unhappy with me. I tried to get the ashes off my hands, my wrists, my arms, but they kept spreading, a wild-fire burning my arm off. I cried quietly behind their backs, controlled sobs. Mom passed a tissue back without looking to see if I was all right.

Eventually I fell asleep and dreamed Julene and Debra were now ash-figures on an island in the Baltic Sea, only Debra was herself again, and Leah, naked but for her diapers (she was only about three in the dream) walked in counter-clockwise circles around her mother and aunt, a piece of a weed (reed?) in her small hands, tracing circles around their bodies, singing high-pitched and creating sparks of light in the dark black and red world.

When I woke up, I was a teenager, again asleep in bindrune's sleeping bag, only I slept at the base of an airplane's wheel at a busy airport. I didn't recognize anyone, but there were people walking everywhere, looking for their flights and families. I sat up, rubbed my eyes & raised my hand to block being hit as a very small plane landed within feet of me. It had no windows but a tiny reflective one in the very front, the whole of the plane itself a dark, silvery-gray, sleek and perfectly constructed for stealth. I heard air-pressure drain from the hinges of this beauty, and the top lifted up and then went back to reveal people sitting in strange angles, and Gene Hackman was the pilot of this thing. He was also my uncle, and a twin no less. My eyes widened as my father walked toward the area, and I ran to meet him.

"Hey honey," he said to me as I met him. Out of breath, I told him it was his other brother, and he said, "Jesus Christ," shaking his head, and began storming toward the plane.

My father suddenly seemed like Paul Bunyon compared to the people in the plane - we both did. He pulled each one out like a doll, setting it down abruptly, yet gently enough to let them go on their way. My uncle Gene climbed out slowly, laughing nervously and explaining. None of it made sense to me, but while they talked I sorted luggage, and became very lost in the action of doing so.

Eventually I forgot where I was, and my father came running over, yelling, "What are you DOING?"
I cried, nervous, wanting to do something right but not able to because everything was so confusing. Gene wasn't my uncle, and I knew that. Then somehow my father fixed everything, lifted me up into the sleek plane and I fell asleep again.

I had the same dream of Debra, Julene & Leah, only this time, Leah walked backwards in stop-motion, and the sound that came from the reed reminded me of a whistle-pop.

I woke up to the sound of waves crashing and palm trees swaying in sea air. The sand was warm and soft, and I thought I understood why chinchillas bathed in it, and wished my skin were as soft as their fur. I stood up, brushing the sand off and walking toward a building in the distance where people stood in a couple small lines, chanting something. I heard someone running up behind me, but before I could turn around, bindrune attacked my shoulders and yelled "BOO!"

I smiled at her, and she smiled back in a jesterly fashion. She had her dark green coat on despite the warm day, and we walked toward the chanting area. I then noticed that several people had bows in their hands, some large and lovely, but most were small, old, and falling apart. We stopped by a palm tree whose roots grew like a hemlock's, and I heard the whisp of an arrow flying by, only it wasn't real. It was a memory.

Just then, I noticed several arrow-heads, and picked up a large ivory one with a gold band around it. It was peculiar, curved and seemed as if it wouldn't make a very good tool. bindrune was perusing small black ones all about the roots, when I noticed a gleam just beyond her head and reached quickly for it before she could get it.

I felt like a selfish teenager then, and when I opened my hand, I held two pennies - one heads-up, the other heads-down.

I dropped the latter and a heavy-set man walked toward us to ask us if we were playing. I shook my head and bindrune said, "Uh-uh, we're just looking, thanks." The heads-down penny fell from my hand with the sand while the heads-up burned my skin and imprinted itself there. I looked at it all for a moment, but when I looked up, the people were walking toward the sea, chanting, playing some LARP that I didn't understand, and I woke up with a sad song in my head:

Here I am
Queen of sin
Lost in shadows...

Comments

[bindrune.livejournal.com]

cause my blue sleeping bag rocks! *s* cool dream.

[thedarksiren.livejournal.com]

yeah it does!

[tete6871.livejournal.com]

you are very lucky to have awesome roommates!! I've tried rooming w/ friends b4 and it never works out and we risk our friendship! (i'm anal but a slob! total obsessive compulsive disorder)