DREAM JOURNAL – VILLAGE OF THE FAE

In the village ran a great and wide dirt road. Though it ran through the village and was the main road which was used to enter, it actually lay on the outskirts bordering a vast forrest. Though much of the land was covered in snow the dirt road was only partially so. Carved out were the tracks of carriages that had made their way back and forth.

On the left hand side of the road were the houses considered less than desirable. They rose several stories high and backed onto the forest which was dense and green. Though these houses were elaborate and carefully designed they were shadowed by the residences on the opposite side of the road.

On the opposite side of the road were houses built of brick that covered larger areas of land though did not rise so high. They were elaborately designed, spacious, the greater residences that divulged wealth and prosperity yet hid secrets. They cascaded into the valley below neighbouring closely to one another. Though these families had wealth the land these houses sat on could only provide a house and not elaborate gardens.

They appeared colder than the houses on the other side on the road, made of grey stones and roof tops covered in a light frosting of snow.

There were four of us. Two girls, two boys, all in our late teens to early twenties. Our lives were entwined by society and connected by friendship. Though I knew all of their stories and witnessed them all, I only truly experienced the life of one girl.

HAM IN THE HOUSE

Watching singing scene in Dollhouse.

*Charlie cringes and carries on*

Kris: “What’s the matter?”

Charlie: “I hate singing in TV shows…”

Kris: “YOU DIDN’T SEEM TO HAVE A PROBLEM WHEN SHE WAS SINGING IN THE EARLIER SCENE IN ONLY HER KNICKERS!”

Charlie: “THAT WAS DIFFERENT!”

DREAM JOURNAL – THE KEEPER

It was unlike any creature I have ever known. The head was too large and perfectly spherical to be human. It looked as though a million fine cocoons had been combined and painted the same shade of charcoal. Fuzzy around the edges, as if fine hairs protruded in every direction.

Was it vibrating? Though the creature stood still the head seemed to be moving but not as if it was trying to go somewhere or turn. It was as if I were missing frames of memory and it appeared to jump millimetres back and forth between two positions on the shoulders though never actually moving.

Glowing yellow eyes sat in on the head as if they had been painted on yet seeming to glow from within. Even though I was frightened I found I could not look away.

A hat made of twigs sat upon its head. It rose to a high cone that resembled a witches with a rim of twigs that followed the cone around full and extended over the front and back of the creatures head.

A large fabric covered the rest of the creature from the neck to the ground. Like a great poncho without holes for arms meant to eternally conceal what lie beneath.

I woke from my daze with my brow furrowed. I wondered what it was, where it was, and in the midst of my confusion the words dream keeper echoed in my mind.

DREAM JOURNAL – UNSURE

I was on a campus in an area that ran along a great man made canal filled with water as blue as the sky above. Set in white stone the canal extended in a straight line off into the distance. Along either side ran wide stone paths neatly laid and highly maintained. Not a blade of grass grew between the cracks and not a stone had be set out of place. On either side of these paths were expanses of green grass and upon each expanse rose structures in varying forms.

I found myself in one of these structures looking for something incriminating. At the same time I was looking for information I was on edge and keeping my guard up in case I needed to make a quick exit. The walls were wooden, the carpets a rich red with golden threads throughout and the furniture expensive. Though everything outside was borderline futuristic and utopian the inside of this building was historic, classic, preserved. There was an essence of old fashioned class and secrecy and I had to know what was hidden within its walls.

HAM DOWN!

Charlie: “woman you gotta start going down more!” *referring to the shops*

Jazz: “Well then you gotta start going down too!”

*Kris & Jazz snickering*

Charlie: “you two are disgusting!”

DREAM JOURNAL – SILENCE

When I had this dream, there was no sound. It was complete, total, utter, silence.

I was followed by a photographer wanting to know my story, asking me questions as we walked about my home property which was a large plot of land. Despite it being late in the afternoon nearing night we continued our talk, occasionally stopping so he could take a photo of me in a particular setting. We had moved onto the top of a hill where the start of maze opened up before us. Standing at the top we looked down upon the maze which cascaded into the valley below and crept up again on the other side.

The maze itself was made up of what appear to be miniature eucalypts, all trimmed to just below head height so they sat flat and neat. They appeared to be small versions of their natural forms as the dense foliage that usually sat at the very tops of the trees several metres high was now within arms reach. They were almost shrubs, bush like versions of the real thing, yet still had the branches and trunk of a tree. Throughout the deep green of the leaves ran a translucent cylinder with pale blue lights enclosed. It followed the maze, snaking around the pale white branches giving the trees a faint blue glow and somewhat illuminating the path.

DREAM JOURNAL – SHADOWS

When I woke, I knew I had been walking home on a path that had once been a major highway leading away from my home city. For some reason the land had reverted back to a state where nature once again held the land and there was barely a trace of humanity. It was a very quick dream and linked into another very briefly so it was hard to distinguish what I had felt and observed in this part of the dream and wrote only what I remembered as definitely part of this dream. As a result I think I come off rather bland but there is room to expand on the idea for sure, overall an unusual and interesting dream. The land around me was grey. The sky was dark though not from night, but from a heavy cloud of ash and dust that extended as far as the eye could see. In patches it seemed as though light were just beyond, but the moment you noticed and had hope build up inside, the swirling mass of ash would extend and that brief glimmer of light would disappear with it. On either side of me dense forest disappeared into shadow. The tree tops barely distinguishable from the darkened skies and ash above cast distorted shadows and played tricks on the mind. Crooked branches sat bare atop the canopy, reaching for light that taunted through the blanket above. The trees that had survived ranged in very few shades of blue and grey and almost perfectly line the road, prevented from enclosing the expanse by what lay below.

DREAM JOURNAL – MUTED

I knew I was at my grandmother’s house though parts of it had changed. Something had happened in our city, an ongoing crime wave that I was starting to become involved in. I knew I looked like me, but my personality was quieter and withdrawn. I was myself yet I showed less of my thoughts with the world.

I stood by the window peering out through the venetians that covered the glass at all hours of the day. I had childhood memories of this window always being open and exposed to the street. A simple scene lay before you as you looked out; a great open space with a large area of lawn and an old lemon tree bent at an unusual angle. Whereas my memories were of blues and greens, the scene that now lay before me spoke in shades of blue and grey. The skies now clouded cast unusual patterns on the land and created shadows where there hadn’t been any before.

GET TO KNOW ME

Rarely a day goes by that I don’t have coffee. If I were an alien I would invade the planet by systematically destroying the natural sources of caffeine and watch society implode. I enjoy long romantic TV show binge sessions on the couch, pizza and coffee to accompany these binge sessions, forced cuddles from my feline master, sleep ins, long showers, the smell of pencil shavings and the company of people who accept that I’m weird.

If you think you can tolerate me, follow me. I have many things to share so stick around. LLAP, Kris.