a couple days past...Dream #____, male
Feb. 5th, 2005 02:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thedarksiren2This is actually from two nights ago, but it's still incredibly vivid and beautiful in my mind.
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I was standing on the second or third floor in a large, abandoned warehouse with a young gentleman who gave the impression of John Goodman, only about 100 lbs. lighter. He was good-spirited, fun-filled and adventurous, and had a history of getting me into some tight situations, but I adored him anyway. He was my best friend, and we cared greatly for each other.
The room was huge, and light streamed in through broken-glass and cobwebs, dewdrops glistening with each turn of the head. John looked at me and smiled. "You ready then?"
I smiled back until my face hurt and replied, "I've never been more so!"
We grabbed hands, squeezed, let go, and began running toward a set of windows before us. The glass seemed to change as we approached, turning vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red with streaks of the deepest, most intense blue I'd ever known. I wanted to be a part of them, to meld into them, and as we jump forward, as if diving, we went through the glass with a deafening shatter, touching a brilliant pale blue sky as our bodies seemed to slip through the glass. Yes, it shattered, but then it came back to being behind us, left in its beauty and strangeness in the gray world of the old warehouse.
Air-born and still diving, John screamed, and I realized he just looked like John Goodman -100. He was, in fact, my friend Ethan, only in a brilliant disguise. I smiled even larger at him. He winked at me, and we were submerged into aquamarine bliss.
Large, sunken ships below us, and a memory of mountains and ridges from the air above. I hadn't seen them, but I remembered them. The greens were reminiscent of the Alps in Switzerland, and I remembered butterflies from a train ride not so long ago.
Still under water, John/ Ethan waved at me to follow him, so I swam toward him. Swimming side by side, we came to a submerged mansion, long forgotten and confounding to me. John/ Ethan pried open a door, and my body lost the watery-pull as my feet landed on the doorstep, and I walked inside.
It was as if the water created a doorway, and nothing of it spilled into this place with its giant chandeliers and stairwells. I stepped down, and was dry. My heart raced a bit...there were windows, but they might as well have been aquariums, for fish swam by, and bubbles echoed through the hallways.
John/ Ethan waved to me, "Follow me!"
I followed him to the right of the doorway, down a dim hall, and into a room a few steps lower than the floor we were in. The lights as we walked were parlor-styled, a rich orange-yellow, making everything warm and comfortable.
Three steps. I took three steps, and found myself in a grand treasure chest, filled with toys and lamps, Nouveau-style furniture and paintings. Andy Warhol had even donated something once, although its vibrant colors were now covered with dust.
I began playing with a necklace, the stones the same orange-yellow the lamps had been, alongside white, sparkling gems. It was yet another art nouveau piece, and I was mesmerized.
Ethan became himself, and he peeked out from the corner and asked, "D'ya find somethin' good yeit?" I looked at his head leaning sideways with a giant purple pirate hat on his head, a feather dangling clumsily from it.
I giggled, and felt like I was eight again. "Yeah...I found the greatest sparkly!"
He came running over, and he was younger as well. He held out his right hand, and I placed the necklace in his palm. He held it up, and the shimmer from it blinded me, opening doorways in both this world and in my mind.
I rubbed my eyes, and saw a girl's silhouette as I aged to about 22. When I opened my eyes, Ethan was painting some furniture across the room, dressed in his banana-yellow prom suit with bell-bottoms and butterfly collar. His hat still killed me, and I knew he painted daisies.
I looked around for the girl, but she was not standing anywhere I could simply see her. I walked toward a window, and saw sunshine peeking in. Strangely enough, the lower level was above the lake we'd dove into.
Through the dust and sun rays, I heard her say, "You can't stay. It's not yours. Never was meant to be."
I turned around to see a young girl dressed in a white dress with pink flowers all over it, including little green leaves. Her hair was mid-back, chocolaty-brown, as were her eyes. Her lips were the most pure pink, and matched the ribbon around her chest where the princess hem came around. She had black shoes on her little feet, and a headband on her head, seeming to change before my eyes from black to pink and back again.
I told her, "We're just visiting. No harm is..."
"You can't stay. It's not your. Never was meant to be..."
I felt so sad, and lifted a piece of delicate lace from a cherry table, fingering it gently.
"But we..."
"This place is older than your conscience, and will age twice as fast. You don't want to follow, do you?"
I shook my head, looking 25 but feeling like I was five. She soon smiled, wiggled her finger and said, "Follow me."
She began a small sprint through corridors, up and down stairwells. The lights flew by in streaks of red, orange and purple. My heart was racing, excited, scared. My age fluctuated from childhood to midteen, back to 22, and then back to 14. I was warm though...always warm.
She pointed at a picture eventually, and I heard Ethan say, "I'm leaving," from afar.
I looked at her worriedly, and she said, "It's your choice...opportunity or your friend."
I didn't say a word.
"You might drown," she warned me. I didn't care...I needed to see this place, to experience its wonder and hidden treasures more. It was so warm.
I heard a door close as water dripped in the distance. The little girl took my hand with her little paws, and showed me her world, my eyes reflecting liquid curiosity.
I was standing on the second or third floor in a large, abandoned warehouse with a young gentleman who gave the impression of John Goodman, only about 100 lbs. lighter. He was good-spirited, fun-filled and adventurous, and had a history of getting me into some tight situations, but I adored him anyway. He was my best friend, and we cared greatly for each other.
The room was huge, and light streamed in through broken-glass and cobwebs, dewdrops glistening with each turn of the head. John looked at me and smiled. "You ready then?"
I smiled back until my face hurt and replied, "I've never been more so!"
We grabbed hands, squeezed, let go, and began running toward a set of windows before us. The glass seemed to change as we approached, turning vibrant shades of yellow, orange, and red with streaks of the deepest, most intense blue I'd ever known. I wanted to be a part of them, to meld into them, and as we jump forward, as if diving, we went through the glass with a deafening shatter, touching a brilliant pale blue sky as our bodies seemed to slip through the glass. Yes, it shattered, but then it came back to being behind us, left in its beauty and strangeness in the gray world of the old warehouse.
Air-born and still diving, John screamed, and I realized he just looked like John Goodman -100. He was, in fact, my friend Ethan, only in a brilliant disguise. I smiled even larger at him. He winked at me, and we were submerged into aquamarine bliss.
Large, sunken ships below us, and a memory of mountains and ridges from the air above. I hadn't seen them, but I remembered them. The greens were reminiscent of the Alps in Switzerland, and I remembered butterflies from a train ride not so long ago.
Still under water, John/ Ethan waved at me to follow him, so I swam toward him. Swimming side by side, we came to a submerged mansion, long forgotten and confounding to me. John/ Ethan pried open a door, and my body lost the watery-pull as my feet landed on the doorstep, and I walked inside.
It was as if the water created a doorway, and nothing of it spilled into this place with its giant chandeliers and stairwells. I stepped down, and was dry. My heart raced a bit...there were windows, but they might as well have been aquariums, for fish swam by, and bubbles echoed through the hallways.
John/ Ethan waved to me, "Follow me!"
I followed him to the right of the doorway, down a dim hall, and into a room a few steps lower than the floor we were in. The lights as we walked were parlor-styled, a rich orange-yellow, making everything warm and comfortable.
Three steps. I took three steps, and found myself in a grand treasure chest, filled with toys and lamps, Nouveau-style furniture and paintings. Andy Warhol had even donated something once, although its vibrant colors were now covered with dust.
I began playing with a necklace, the stones the same orange-yellow the lamps had been, alongside white, sparkling gems. It was yet another art nouveau piece, and I was mesmerized.
Ethan became himself, and he peeked out from the corner and asked, "D'ya find somethin' good yeit?" I looked at his head leaning sideways with a giant purple pirate hat on his head, a feather dangling clumsily from it.
I giggled, and felt like I was eight again. "Yeah...I found the greatest sparkly!"
He came running over, and he was younger as well. He held out his right hand, and I placed the necklace in his palm. He held it up, and the shimmer from it blinded me, opening doorways in both this world and in my mind.
I rubbed my eyes, and saw a girl's silhouette as I aged to about 22. When I opened my eyes, Ethan was painting some furniture across the room, dressed in his banana-yellow prom suit with bell-bottoms and butterfly collar. His hat still killed me, and I knew he painted daisies.
I looked around for the girl, but she was not standing anywhere I could simply see her. I walked toward a window, and saw sunshine peeking in. Strangely enough, the lower level was above the lake we'd dove into.
Through the dust and sun rays, I heard her say, "You can't stay. It's not yours. Never was meant to be."
I turned around to see a young girl dressed in a white dress with pink flowers all over it, including little green leaves. Her hair was mid-back, chocolaty-brown, as were her eyes. Her lips were the most pure pink, and matched the ribbon around her chest where the princess hem came around. She had black shoes on her little feet, and a headband on her head, seeming to change before my eyes from black to pink and back again.
I told her, "We're just visiting. No harm is..."
"You can't stay. It's not your. Never was meant to be..."
I felt so sad, and lifted a piece of delicate lace from a cherry table, fingering it gently.
"But we..."
"This place is older than your conscience, and will age twice as fast. You don't want to follow, do you?"
I shook my head, looking 25 but feeling like I was five. She soon smiled, wiggled her finger and said, "Follow me."
She began a small sprint through corridors, up and down stairwells. The lights flew by in streaks of red, orange and purple. My heart was racing, excited, scared. My age fluctuated from childhood to midteen, back to 22, and then back to 14. I was warm though...always warm.
She pointed at a picture eventually, and I heard Ethan say, "I'm leaving," from afar.
I looked at her worriedly, and she said, "It's your choice...opportunity or your friend."
I didn't say a word.
"You might drown," she warned me. I didn't care...I needed to see this place, to experience its wonder and hidden treasures more. It was so warm.
I heard a door close as water dripped in the distance. The little girl took my hand with her little paws, and showed me her world, my eyes reflecting liquid curiosity.
