Mortal Mist

Starting a Family (Dragons).  2012 February 11.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness 0.
Central Image:  Tranquility and the beginning of a new family.

I am in the sanctuary of a church.  Everything is dark, so I have to assume that it is night.  I remember the overlay of a forest and a full moon rising, but I'm not sure whether that was in the dream or an image added afterwards.  I am with the only other member of my species in existence, a dark blue female.  We are a species of dragon, but I am not aware of the existence of any other species of dragon.  (Peaceful/ Love?) We don't know each other that well, but there is a peace between us.

I wonder if we are actually going to mate.  We don't really know each other, but we are ready to start a family. <(This section is fragmented memory.)  She starts the process.  Without any physical contact, we mix our energies together.  Soon, eggs are formed, though they don't all look like eggs.>  There are so many of them, but I know that only two will be viable.  I start to look around through them, and my mate finds the female.  <I eventually find and open the egg containing the male.  He is a dark blue, like his mother and sister.  I put him down on the ground and turn away to look at the rest of the eggs.>  I pick up a tree branch that has a bulge in it and peel away the bark from around the bulge.  There is a tiny red and black baby in there.  I tap it, and it is hard as stone.  This one didn't make it, but I still feel love and the fascination of a new parent towards it.  I hold my hand over my child, and he returns to the energy that he came from.

I turn towards my mate, and I see that she is leaving the sanctuary, with our two children following behind her.  The forest scene wanes, and the church takes hold once again.  I follow after her, and I arrive in the lobby of the church.  I don't see any doors leading out, just hallways leading to other parts of the church.  I also don't see my mate or children, but that thought doesn't cross my mind.  There are some other people interacting here. (...)  The lady tells some guy that she needs to go rearrange the paneling (in the direction that other guy went), but before she goes, she unlocks the jail cell door leading to the sanctuary and opens it back up again.

(Peaceful Love) I turn and go back into the sanctuary, where my mate and children now are.  Up on the stage, there are cabinets hung up. (I start to wake up here.)  There are supplies inside, and an unstable image of George Carlin on the front of one of them.  I get the feeling that these are there to help train our children in something, perhaps flying.

Emotions:
-Peace
-Love

What was Plague supposed to be? A person? A dragon?

A dragon.  My DG's grandmother.

Now, for last night's dream. 

Open Wings. 2012 February 23.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2. 

In the dream, I was going to the children's library because there was this lady I wanted to meet that worked at the Teculsa County Children's Library (spelling of the first word is a bit off, but I didn't read it through in the dream enough to remember how to spell it).  She had some sort of disability from birth, but I'm not sure what.  It was almost definitely physical, because she was brilliant.  I don't remember exactly what it was she wrote, but I had heard about her through some of the stuff she had written online.  She worked for some sort of rights group, I think animal rights group, and the group she worked for was viewed as a terrorist group.

At the end of the dream, I was looking at a bookshelf in my brother's bed, and I pulled out the open wings book.  The book had a green cover and was about a green moth.

In the beginning of the story, a moth's wing is injured (torn).  He tries to fly, but he finds it to be of no use.  After a bit of thought, he finds a bird's feather, and he thinks, "a bird has feathers, and it can fly.  If I have this feather, then I can fly."

He takes the bird's feather, and he affixes it to his wing, and he then tries again to fly.  He tries again and again, but it is of no use.  As the story goes on, it tells of him getting discouraged, and at the end of the story, even though his wing is healed, he still can't fly, but he still is holding onto the bird's feather.  At the end of the story, a boy comes and picks him up and takes the feather from him.  The boy tells him that the bird needs the feather more than he does.  The moth, beyond the point of despair, looks at the bird, wondering why it is that it can fly but he can't.  He has his wings; he had the feather, but he still couldn't fly.  As the bird flies off, the moth looks at it and realizes the one thing the bird has that he was missing, open wings.

After I read the book, I was outside, and a gray cat was walking out of the yard.  My mom was talking like he was going to die because he fell off a stack of boxes, but I didn't think so.  I was worried that he was going to come try to mate with my dog again. ( )  There was something odd going on with the rest of my dogs.  They were fighting, but there was something about the way they were fighting.  I don't remember what it is, but I was expecting my dog baby to look over at me and say, "I know it's against the rules, but I've got to put down and beat this jerk's ass."  (Talking about our white dog.)

Crystal statue, sort of as seen in the dream.  In the dream, it had the ball head, wings, and a cone body, but the base of the cone was wider.  There was no flower, or hands for that matter.  Actually, there may have been hands, but there was definitely no halo.

Removed from Time.  2012 February 24. Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

In the beginning of the dream, my mother and I are walking around this dilapidated house.  I commented that this house will be fixed up in no time, and that it will bring us a lot of money.  We talk about what will need to be done, ignoring the fact that the house is shorter than us by quite a bit.  We talk about sanding down the top two lairs of the wooden picnic table, and then we leave.

<I am now on a dirt path.  I get the image of this dragon who should have existed but didn't.  She is white with blue markings like Plague is, and is bipedal as well.  I have the chance to do something that will cause her to exist again, so I do it.

Now she has been brought back, but she doesn't have the power that she should have had.  I think I am still on the path, but I am for a minute in my living room talking to her.  I take the option and restore her power to her.> (...)

"Wait a second, is that a statue of a humanoid or a profile of a dragon?"  <someone> commented, sounding disgusted.

"Maybe it is the statue of a dragonoid,"  I reply.  The dragon is now gone.  My father comes in.

"I just had a dream," he informs me.  Either I stopped paying attention to the other person, or the other person is now gone, perhaps both.  "When the statue is brought before the person it represents," I see an image of the dragon we have been working with, "the line of dragons that was removed from time will be restored."

I consider this for a moment.  I see an image of all these people attacking this dragon who reminds me of Gabriel.  I wonder what must have happened to make these people want to remove an entire line of dragons from time.  I consider bringing the statue before the dragon, or perhaps I do bring it before the dragon (I don't think she was there anymore, so I probably would have been showing it to the tv).  I wake up.  Before I am fully awake, I think, 'or did she remove her line from time to protect them from the people who were attacking her and wanted to kill them?'

Thief kills some guy who helps him out.  2012 February 26.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

I am at my grandmother's house, in the yard behind the fenced off area where the dog used to stay.  This guy is coming through the woods and down the driveway on the other side of the yard.  He's holding some sort of book, and the book must have some mind slowing drug on it, because he is acting pretty sluggish and dumb.  He has just gotten back from doing something that helped 'us' out.  I see Thief, one of Plague's sons, walking up to him.  He says something to the guy, then the guy says something back, and Thief kills him.  The guy seems to have been okay with it.  Even though he was 'killed' outside, he made it back inside and sat down on a chair in the sitting room.  I spend the rest of the dream trying to figure out why the guy was killed, but I have no luck.

The Happy Egg. 2012 February 26.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

I was somewhere downtown, and I was setting eggs up on little incubators that you plug into the wall (like this, but with an egg instead of the lampshade).  There were four of them.  The second one was sentient.  It talked a lot, and it was just so happy.  I think it came off its incubator, and/or I discovered the incubator was broken anyway, the egg had chips missing and had the consistency of being hardboiled.  (Sadness) It was almost heartbreaking, watching this egg, who was so happy and was talking about how it would be the first one to grow up and the first one out of its shell, but who I knew probably wouldn't live long enough to hatch.  The only consoling thought I had was that it was still alive, when by all rights it should have already been dead, so maybe it would pull through somehow.  It didn't even seem to notice its own situation.

Girafarig and a deer old friend.  2012 March 10.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

My father and I are living at my grandmother's house now, and I am looking out the window over the sink when I see a bunch of girafarig outside.  I'm not sure how, but somehow the window ends up open and interacting with one who was curious enough to come up to me.  It eventually walks away, and I turn and leave the house to see what's going on.  Once I am out, to my left against the wall I see a brown deer with white spots and big eyes laying on the ground looking at me.

I remember this deer.  Ages ago I had a dream in which someone gave me this deer, but it was no bigger than my hand.  I reach out and pet the deer.  The sensation is a bit rough, as if the deer has course hair and I am rubbing it the wrong way.  I wake up as I pull my hand away.

Comments:  This dream is quite a remarkable dream.  Not only did I get to spend some time with a DC that I had long forgotten about, but I got to see the inside of by grandmother's house in a dream.  I am constantly in her yard, but I am almost never inside in dreams.

I fell asleep while trying to remember a dream I knew I'd had, and this is what it gave me.  I can't remember the dream I had by itself, so I have no way of knowing if this was accurate.

Dancing with Optimus.  2012 March 14.  Clarity 4/5  Awareness -2

I am in my mother's bedroom.  There is a big stack of clothing on the bed, and another on the floor. <There is a bit from a previous dream here about someone being able to connect to a computer with their mind, but in this dream it is just a stray thought of mine.>  Mom comes in and says that she is missing a red shirt and a blue shirt and that I need to find them.  I tell her that they are wherever she put them, and she says something back to me and goes into the bathroom.

Dad comes in at this point in time, and he says something as I start going through the clothes in the stack on her bed.  I pick up one of the two shirts that mom was looking for, and dad says something about him being reminded of a dream he had where I was dancing with Optimus.  I have never watched the show before, but I assume he is talking about the robot.  This causes me to remember another dream I'd had the night before.

"Oh yeah," I say, "I had a dream with him in it last night."  The only image from the dream I can remember at this point was this robot and I holding each other.  (Sadness) "It was so painful."  (I don't know if I mean something that later happened in the dream or the waking up from the dream in that statement.  The pain is one of loss, though.)  I start to walk out of the room, and I realize I'm naked all of a sudden.  I start to try to hide myself or run out, but I catch myself and just start walking out instead.

At this point, dad starts talking about some squirrel type creature called the Miggity-Diggity, and the dream flashes to a radio report about some creature that they didn't name that lives in your door mat and can be incredibly helpful if it doesn't kill you.

Comments:  Although I'm not into robots, I imagine that had the remembered dream progressed along a reasonable path it could have ended up at the scene I remembered.  I also guess that whatever loss I faced would have been just as painful as I remembered it.

Also, the squirrel part I blame on this and this.

A Night in the Bookstore (Sasha, Plague); A Night in the Ocean (Clear).  2012 March 25.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

(...)I am in the book store straightening out the books.  For some reason, I've decided to reorganize them into alphabetical order.  I've started out in the section with dragon books, for obvious reasons.  After a while, I realize that Sasha is there helping me (she is in her bipedal dragon form).  Plague is also walking around the book store, but I am not really paying attention to what she was doing.  Organizing the books takes me a while, and at some point, I have a series of books that the first one is in alphabetical order, but some of the other ones break the order.  I call for Plague to ask her how I should order the books, whether I should keep the series together or split it apart according to each book's title.

Plague comes over my direction, but first stops by a magazine rack stocked with what looks like graphic novels to straighten a few out.  When she gets over to where I am, I ask her my question, and she says I should split the series up and arrange each book according to its own title.  It seems to me like it would be a bit confusing trying to find the next book in the series, but people should be able to figure it out.  I split the series up, leaving books one and eight where they were and moving the others elsewhere.  I walk around the book store once, taking a look at the rest of the books in stock.  I wonder how difficult it is going to be to organize all of these and how many times we are going to have to move sections of books because we had more of a letter than could fit.  It doesn't really bother me, though.

When I get back to the shelf, I hear a news report about how some continent was destroyed by a tsunami, and something about tsunami beasts.  Suddenly I am the dragon clear, landing on a large rock in the frigid ocean off this continent.  The tsunami beasts look like the yeti (only light blue with dark blue raccoon masks around their eyes), and they are hitting the water with their shoulders and causing sprays of water to launch out towards the continent and I.  I tell them they need to leave, but they don't seem to interested in doing so.  We carry on some banter that I don't remember, and they eventually go back a ways after I start spraying them with mouthfuls of the water (although they apparently seemed to like it).  I get the sense that they just backed up to cause bigger trouble, so I change into my full dragon form (Clear's full form, remember).  I have no problem with the water because I am used to the cold of space (I had to think of it for a minute), and I figure with the larger form we should be able to blow the things away with the amount of water we can shoot.  I roar (comes out in the dream as a very un-dragon yell), and I wake up.

Some music to set the mood for this one.

An unfortunate stop in the zombie motel.  2012 March 25.  Clarity 2/5  Awareness -2

For some reason, I've borrowed my cousin's silver Mercedes and taken it somewhere.  I think he wanted me to go somewhere and run some errand.  I've already been driving a while, but it is night, and I still have a ways to go, so I turn off of the highway and into a 7-11 (but the building looks like a BP) that has an inn attached to it.  As I'm pulling in, I look down the left side of the street it is on at all of the houses.  I park on the side of the building closest to the street and go in.

A few minutes later, I realize that the place has been hit by some sort of a virus that turns people into zombies.  Shit, now I am going to be stuck here until this is cleared up. (...) Everyone I can see has been turned into brain dead, blood thirsty killers.  They're everywhere.  For the moment I've escaped notice, but if I don't be careful, (...)  I am in front of a room in the inn.  There is a huge blood stain on the wall.  There is a zombie girl coming out of it towards me with her arms stretched out in my direction.(...)

I've survived the night, but I've managed to get infected in the process.  I decide, though, that I am not going to be affected like everyone else is.  I am not going to lose my mind and turn into a zombie.  I don't realize it, but my mood gets dark, and I still get a taste of blood lust.  <I seem to remember spending a time either killing or arranging the deaths of a lot of other people in the place, until eventually I decide it is time to leave.>  Me and a few people (in the dream I think of them as people I came with, but I arrived there alone in the dream) leave the gas station and run to the car.  They're being slow, so I yell at them to get in the car and close the doors.  They finally do, and we take off. (...)

A while later, I am riding with some of my family (I believe it was my grandmother, mother, and brother).  I hear the disease is on the loose again.  I give them advice on how to keep from getting infected, but I can sense that they are already infected, and I am secretly pleased by this.  (I realize in the dream that they will be affected like everyone else was, not like I'd been.)

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Sasha and I are walking out of my mother's house, I believe to check something, and we see a tornado.  The tornado is in the neighbor's yard and turning towards us, so we take off away from the thing.  I wish I could go back in for my laptop, but I take some solace in the fact that at least my companion has her stuff.  It worries me, though, that the tornado is turning towards us as we run.  It seems as if the thing is following us.  

She and I are walking out of the house again, and the tornado is there, but we are prepared for it.  She has my brother ready, and I have a bag with the few material things I care about in it.  We leave and travel through the yard in the path we took last time, eventually stopping to rest in a group of bushes.  The thing is still coming, so we take off again.  We get separated from my brother, and the tornado lifts us into the air.  As we get slung around, she grabs my hand, trying to use our combined forms to stabilize us both.

(There may have been one or two here that I can't remember.)

We are walking out of the house again, but this time my brother and father are there as well.  This time, there is snow blanketing everything, and there is a heavy wind blowing snow in.  The wind is coming in at about the same angle the tornado was coming at.  I expected to see a tornado again (or perhaps rain?), so this takes me by surprise.  We take the same path around the house, and as we get around the first corner of the house we can hear a roar, and my father says something about hearing a dragon.  I turn and look, and it looks like there is a white dragon off in the distance coming at us.  We take off running, I go around the front of the house and try to hide behind a bush, but then I go back for some reason.  When I get back around the corner of the house, the dragon is coming in, and I catch it.  It is made out of fake leaves.

"It's just a faux leaf dragon," I observe (as opposed to a leaf dragon, which was made out of living plant matter and was an actual being in the dream).  It is cute, and seems nice, so I talk to it.  I try saying a couple of things (I don't remember exactly what), but it replies that it can't understand me because it is just a simple leaf dragon.  I figure that it must not have any frame of reference, since it doesn't have any eyes and thus can't see anything, and it doesn't have many other senses.  I think about joining our minds together, but I decide that I'll try being more careful with my words first, to see if I can get it to understand me.  I start trying to talk to it again, but I soon wake up.

Comments: I couldn't remember who the female was at first, but I thought it might have been Sasha.  It fit her physical build, and it fit her basic emotional profile.  I eventually found myself writing 'Sasha' when I didn't mean to for this female, so I am going to say it had to have been her.

The faux leaf dragon is possibly one of the cutest things I have ever seen.  From it's voice, I'd say it was a child, although it looked like a giant dragon from a distance, and it was incredibly trusting to let me carry it around like it did.  It was pretty amusing, with its "I'll agree with you, but I'm just a simple leaf dragon and can't understand what you're saying" routine.  It also had a small snowdrift on its head leaf.

Hospital.  2012 April 6.  Clarity 2/5  Awareness -2.

I was channeling the dragon Clear, and was part of a group that had gone to a town in Africa that had been settled by Russians.  We had all set up shops there that seemed basic by outside standards, but in the town, our shops provided much needed services.  At some point in the dream, a small number of the townsman left to start up or settle another town, and all of my group except me left with them.  One of the people in the town we were in asked if I was going to go as well, to which I replied that I had just got finished setting up my hospital, and there was no way I was going to leave it so soon.

I was in the room with a man in a wheelchair, and I took him over to the hospital for some procedure, but as I wheeled him through the hospital I recognized one of his friends and parked him there for a while so that they could talk.

Time Traveler for an Hour.  2012 April 13.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

I was in some sort of store, and I was looking at milk products.  Something seemed to have possessed the chocolate crush (which was about $4 and some change, and in a NesQuick bunny shaped gallon container).  I couldn't figure out what I wanted to get, but something came to me and asked me something. (...)

My boss has just given me this timetravel device, he tells me that it burns through batteries very quickly, but I figure it would be completely worth it.  When I look at the device, I realize that it has no place to hold batteries, and if I want to use the thing, I am going to have to hold the batteries up to the thing myself.  No biggie, I can probably tape the required two AAs together and figure out some way to secure them in place. My boss says something about using this for work, and we start talking about me putting my office hours for the week in all on Monday. (...)

When I come to, I am laying on the bed in my father's room.  Everything is dark.  We talk about something, and he says that the power is out and that we are in the middle of some storms. (I had just come from an hour of time travel.)  (...)

I must have, at some point, told my father about the time travel device (and the supposed version there was for the phone), because we are both walking somewhere, and he gives me the version for the phone, since something seems to have happened to the old one. (...)

I'm back in the car with my boss again.  <I can't remember what was discussed.>  I get out and walk down the street (we are in downtown Kissimmee), and I see a guy with a gun walk by and enter a bar.  This is already the second rough looking guy with a gun I've seen, and I'm starting to suspect something's up.  I walk away and around a corner, and I start running, deciding that I need to get someplace safe for the time being.  Some guy senses me running towards him, and as I run by him I put my hands up in a gesture that shows both that I am unarmed and that I want no trouble.

I head around the back of a lot of the stores, down a road that runs behind them.  <I think there was some lady here working for a club that talked to me, but I can't remember.>  I eventually get to the Laniers' store, but it is a book store.  When I walk in, they are restocking or checking inventory and don't even notice me, so I don't say anything.  This should be the safest place for me until things calm down.  Also, I'm starting to think that my boss is slightly insane due to a lot of little comments he makes, so I go and look up a book on it.

(There was some talk in the dream somewhere about a goddess, but it was just brief mentions that I don't solidly remember.  There was also some sort of weird being that I think was made out of some inanimate object, but I also can't remember that.)

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Dragon Hatred. 2012 May 01.

I was at mom's house.  Dad was there too.  I'm not sure what started her on it, but she was hating big time on dragons.  I mean, she was beyond logic and raging against them with a passion.  I wanted to be out of there, but it seemed that dad and I were there for a reason, perhaps pertaining to dragon rights, or maybe it just seemed that way to me at the time.

In any case, I think I was trying to keep my connection to dragons as unnoticeable as possible, and my mother was doing everything possible to make me miserable, it seems.  She actually had a dragon statue, but something was off about it.  I thought it had a bug in it so that she could keep track of what happened in her room when she was out.

Towards the end of the dream, she and her boyfriend had found some yiff that I had been browsing through on a site like deviant art that was having a competition related to it.  I was very careful how I said it, but I implied that I was just doing artistic review of the contest.

At this point in the dream, mom had done so many things to piss me off that I refused to call her mom or mother anymore and was just calling her lady.

[Note:]

The Dragon Goddess.  2012 May 08.  Clarity 2/5  Awareness -2

I am in some village.  <I have a conversation with these two people about this book they have and some holy man they had in the past.  I say I need the book, and joke about filling in another spot with red marker, as the holy man's section was denoted by the red pages, but they say that's not possible (or at least not up to them).>  In any case, as I was to play the part of their next holy man (although I'm not sure it was a permanent role for me), they directed me to the object I needed to restore the village, which was on the steps of a structure that looked like it might be indian and amounted to a big stone platform.

I left them to head over to it, and when I got there, I saw it sitting on the steps, as I had been told it would.  A moment after I set eyes on it, this black lady is sitting there behind it.  I get the sense that she, for lack of a better term, took the village's luck and is the reason why it is in the shape it is in, because they did something to either not live up to her expectations or earn her ire.  She asks me a question (either about the village or about myself, I can't remember which), and I answer it honestly.  When I do, she takes the object (which is a statue of something holding a bowl, I presume) and sets it back in its place and restores it (there is now a green ball floating over it).  I can feel the magic pulsing out now, returning to protect and bless the village.  I gather some of the magic up as it is rushing out and form it into a spell of my own for the same purpose.

She has already disappeared, so I turn and leave back to the village.  As I do, I hear her asking <something>.  A mouse speaks up and tells her about 'some mouse' that was run through with a blade in the streets because they decided that she <couldn't be helped or something>.

Note: I got the sense that the lady in the dream was called "The Dragon Goddess".

My Little Corner of Fairyland.  2012 June 22.  Clarity 3/5  Awareness -2

I ran across a place reminiscent of a small pocket of fairy land.  It was roped off by barbed wire and covered in straw, but it was a magical place in its own right.  Everything there looked old, and it had been a while since I've last been there.  To the right was some sort of old building, and in front of me by a ways was a secondary fenced off area, one of the things in which was a shop run at a table.

I went around the building to the right and discovered a key.  I decided to take it again.  A also discovered a box that looked like it had been pried open.  In keeping with the theme, it looked like an ancient wooden box.  Inside, the only thing there was a metal door handle.  I took the handle as well.  I remembered that if you turned it to the left it would take you anywhere you want to go (or perhaps just random places), and if you turned it to the right, it was supposed to take you some place special.  I can't remember where, but I thought of it as the heart of the area I was at.

I leave the area and spend the rest of the dream trying to get the handle to work.  The first door I try it on gets a film of energy over it but doesn't transport me anywhere, and I can't find any doors that will actually open after that.  The rest of the doors in the dream appear to be decorative only and are welded shut.

((Not a dragon dream, but a bit interesting nonetheless.))

Work Shooting.  2012 October 02. Clarity 4/5

A coworker and I were in my boss' cube at the office, but my boss wasn't there.  I hear a strange voice say "My family's credit score is all over, just like a sowing club.  I'll bow out the world, and I'll walk right in."  Immediately after, I hear a gunshot.  As I consider hiding, I wake up.