A Fallen Fairy and Flowers

I was watching this dream the way I watch many of my dreams.  I was inside of a cave – a rather large one whose walls glowed red and hot.  In the center of it, the ground fell out to reveal a deep chasm that burned with fire and scorching embers.  Seemingly nailed high up on the cave walls were […] fairies – thin, delicate, pretty creatures – all hung in a row that encircled the cave.  And from the ceiling there grew the strangest organism – the master of this cave – a thing that was half plant, half animal – tremendously large, nearly filling its entire cave.  It was like a mammoth spider that hung from the ceiling, except instead of legs, it had branches filled with the most beautiful flowers that possessed all sorts of colors and had parts that shimmered and glowed when caught at the right angles.  These branches came in bundles and hung limply like willow wands – each bundle grew its own kind of exotic flower so the flowers were the same within bundles but different from other clusters of flowers.  The organism was able to move its flowery limbs in a circle around the cave so that the flowers brushed across the fairies hanging on the walls.

There were two fairies who weren’t hung to the sides of the cave, and they stood at the small entrance […] that was connected to a tunnel.  The flower organism told them to bring water before it moved its limbs in a full circle around the cave or else it would kill one of the fairies on the wall.  […] the limp flower branches began to move; a bundle of flowered willow wands parted and engulfed a wall fairy within its colorful jaws as if to eat it.  But the organism was only playing, and it withdrew its deadly flowers from around its victim, leaving it unharmed.  Then this giant being moved its limbs and did the same to the next fairy and then to the next – all the while, slowly turning in a circle.  Finally, it got to the last fairy and parted its flowery wands, engulfing the delicate thing within a smother of beautiful, magic flowers.  The fairies on the ground cried, “Quick!  Where’s the water!  Bring it!  Bring it!”  The water had been right outside the entrance all along, but only now, at the very last minute, did they scurry to lug it into the cave in a pail.  However, it was too late.  The organism removed its flowers from around the fairy – and it was as if strings had been cut, for she fell from the wall and into the mouth of the burning chasm below.

[…] they fed the organism the water before somehow pulling the fallen fairy from the depths of the chasm.  She was unconscious – perhaps dead – as she [lay] there on the ground at the edge of the chasm.  She was a very pretty thing, with golden hair and a shimmering golden dress.  There was some water still left in the pail and the other ground fairies (there were now several of them) scurried to try to revive her with it.  It was some sort of magical water and I remember thinking as I looked on, Now that they have the water, they could do it – they could do anything.  But they […] couldn’t revive the fallen fairy.

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Pools

I was with a few friends whom I don’t recognize in […] reality.  We were inside a shop, or perhaps it was a restaurant, that had large, glass windows set inside of light tan, almost peach, walls.  We clustered close together beneath these windows, for outside, sniffing the ground right on the other side of the wall, was a brown retriever dog that was evil and mean-spirited[…].  It had a face that seemed all red, with blood-shot eyes, and when it growled, it displayed fangs like hundreds of tiny, white daggers.  It was a face that stood in stark contrast to its warm, furry body.

Suddenly, someone from the store ran up to us and informed us in a hurried, half-amazed, half-panicked way that Darth Vader […] was here.  […] [M]y friends and I were walking from the store [when] I said to them, “I don’t care if […] [Darth Vader] is reformed.  Personally, I’ll never forgive him for what he’s done.  Maybe his dog [the brown retriever] but never him.”  We passed Darth Vader as I was saying this.  He was in his usual attire – dark cape, dark mask […] – but I was surprised that he looked that way in public.  I expected him to wear something different.  He was sitting at a small table right outside the door that we left through and he seemed to be having tea and exchanging idle conversation with a simple, ordinary male citizen sitting across from him.  The day was warm and the roads weren’t paved […] – but the streets weren’t exactly dirt, either.  They were more like a strange sort of gravel and stones – like white concrete rubble […] crushed and scattered […].  The small houses were built of white plaster and hardened mud.  The entire place had an odd, Mexico feel to it.

We made our way […] to a very large truck that was quite tall but stout – like a strange, steel hayride carriage except without the hay and horse […].  We sat on top of it […] and looked down as Darth Vader approached and asked if he could join our team.  “Take off your mask!” [o]ne of my friends shouted down to him.  He obeyed and revealed a face red and badly scarred as if from a fire.  We looked upon him […], seemingly so naked and vulnerable without his mask, and my friends relented, letting him join.

At some point, […] my friends ceased to be human but became, instead, these giant turtles that talk and walk on their hind legs.  They were crime fighters – exactly like those from the cartoon […] Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.  There was a young, teenage girl that was with them.  She was their friend and also a crime fighter – human with average height and average build and hair that was blond[e] and cut around her ears.  She wasn’t ever ugly – just average looking most of the time – although sometimes, at certain angles, she would become fascinatingly beautiful.  I think she was me, or who I became.  Although the now maskless Darth Vader was still with the Turtles, he became, at the same time, a dark and evil enchantress inside a castle ruin – a separate entity from Vader and yet, not really so separate.

[…] The girl […] [was] within the enchantress’ castle[,] standing on a platform made of stone.  The enchantress was beside her, wearing a dark robe and addressing a few of her subjects who gathered at the foot of the platform.  I remember thinking of the girl, She’s switched sides! [b]ecause she resented the fact that Darth Vader had joined the Turtles.  She wanted nothing to do with Vader and was angry and upset – looking to get back at her friends for allowing him to join.  Thus she came to be on the enchantress’ side – this dark woman who was also a queen and who was tall and thin with pale skin, black eyes, and long, straight black hair.  The girl had become this queen’s most prized advisor […].  The two of them stood on that platform within that dark and ruined castle as the queen announced her plans for moving into a new hiding place – a new castle.

“No!” the girl suddenly interrupted.  “Not that castle, Your Highness!”  […] I saw that she was very beautiful, with long, golden hair tied back in a medieval fashion.  She was tall and thin and wearing a light blue, almost silver dress whose sleeves exposed her forearms.  She proceeded to show her queen a better alternative – a better castle to choose – and as she did so, a great pool of water opened […] above her head surrounded by a stone rim.  An identical pool opened […] near her waist and shimmering there beyond the dark ripples of the watery surface was an image of a stone castle – an image in each pool, like mirrors reflecting off of each other.  “You see, Your Highness?” she said, and reached up a hand to touch the image above her head.  As her fingers brushed across the cold surface of the pool, the image swirled away in white wisps – twisting into the darkness at her command.

“It’s the perfect castle!” [t]he enchantress queen responded, quite pleased.

And then these two women stole away to their new hiding place on a gondola that sailed silently across the night waters as it delivered them to that castle which sat in the middle of an island.  It was here that the Turtles discovered them and fought to break through the convoluted castle walls […].  They were already inside the castle, but couldn’t manage to break all the way in to the very heart of it where the enchantress resided.  The girl, who was average-looking once more and wearing only a shirt and pants (no fancy dress) [,] raced up through the layers of twisted walls to fight against the Turtles and to protect her queen.  She was able to ambush one Turtle, leaping off a ledge onto her opponent below.  They wrestled with each other […] on top of the stone walls before the Turtle said, “So, it’s you!”  He must have lost the struggle, for the girl then went on to a lower section of this complex wall to where four other Turtles were attempting to scale it with ropes.  They hung there next to each other when the girl struck one of them, who in turn swung sideways and struck the Turtle beside him unintentionally – it was like a domino effect of swinging Turtles.

Somehow, they were able to talk to the girl and persuade her to forgive Darth Vader and accept him for his reformed self.  She was able to do so and thus switched back to being on their side – no longer angry with them.  They were a team again, and that was the feeling I came away with when I [woke] from [this] dream.

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Forest of Death

I was standing in the middle of what looked like a dead forest – the bare remnants of some catastrophic fire.  But the trees weren’t burned, or charred, just dead and gray – like a bomb had exploded not far away and left in its wake these bare, silent sticks that rose into the air or fell naked across the ground.  And everywhere there were scattered dead people whose bodies were pierced through by the limbs of the trees – and thus they hung still in their death, with cold, gray branches stabbing through them – through their bellies, through their hearts, through their shoulders – like a most ghastly, grotesque, and twisted crucifixion.

I was aware that a young lady had brought me here – she was not with me but I could feel her presence almost like a ghostly image.  She was wearing green attire – a green, short-sleeved shirt with a long, green skirt that was intricately patterned and made of what seemed like a light, translucent fabric over a darker silk material.  She reminded me of a fairy.

But she was only a light image – very faint and brief in her presence – and I was alone in that forest filled with gruesome death.  I looked around for a moment at the bodies all around me – blue and decayed with dark rings of dried blood surrounding the places where the branches had [bored] holes clear through the flesh – and I screamed. […]

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A Pentagon of Stars

I was outside of my school on a clear night with a group of friends – well, acquaintances, actually – that I don’t recognize […] but whom I knew in my dream.

We were […] looking up at the beautiful, dark sky spread over our heads – a rich, elegant canopy studded with diamonds.  As the sky arched nearer the horizon line, the stars became more numerous and clustered closer together like thousands of tiny, white jewels […] surrounding us in a tremendous circle – for, if I spun around, I could see the entire sky covering us like a great dome and where this dome touched the ground in the distance, all the stars gathered in a breathtaking, shimmering strip that encircled us in its wide embrace.  Overhead, the stars were fewer and more widely scattered, but their beauty was no less mesmerizing.

[…] I was more awed and excited than anyone around me.  I noticed that some stars were clustered together in groups of two and I pointed out these dual stars to a boy who was my friend and about my age.  He was counting the stars – perhaps that was what we were doing outside – and he said to me that we should count the overhead stars first but I was more interested in simply star-gazing.

There was a short girl standing to my right […] who told me what I should do in order to see the stars.  I did what she said and I saw them – behind a distant house.  I saw through the house and there the stars were – only about five of them connected by glistening silver lines in the shape of a pentagon.  And then the area within the pentagon became filled with bright, shimmering light with a warm orange lining the center.  This light burst forth, glowing through the night and through the house, making it look as though the house was on fire – but instead of flames, it was brilliant light.  And then my concentration broke and the house became solid once more and I could no longer see through it to the stars.

The short girl told me to touch my fingers to the corners of my eyes and as I did so, that distant house faded away to reveal once again the stars behind it – no longer filled with that fiery brilliance but bare in their humble radiance, still connected with those silver lines – just the five of them.  “It’s just like those two recurring dreams I had,” I told the small girl next to me.

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Fruits

I was with about thirty or forty people from my school and we were […] inside a house […] with a maze-like structure – a lot of corners and twisting hallways.  We were […] running around haphazardly inside […].  Sometimes, […] we would think of fruit and the fruits that we think of would automatically appear in our hands – like [oranges], grapes, and such.  But instead of eating this fruit, we would roll them across the ground – as if we were in some strange bowling alley.  Moments after we rolled the fruit, giant versions of the fruit […] would come tumbling around one of the corners – huge, boulder-sized fruit with bright, vivid colors – and we would […] run to keep from being crushed by these gigantic fruit.  However, we never seemed to learn, for we kept on thinking of fruit and bowling them across the ground, and then having to run for our lives as [colossal] pears and oranges tumbled our way.

I […] dodge[d] fruit that other people summoned with their fruit-rolling as well as fruit that I myself summoned.  At some point, I realized that [Ana] and her younger brother [Keith] were with me.  Around one of the corners, a huge, bright orange orange was coming our way, and the three of us ran from it, dashing through the hallways until we came upon a giant warehouse empty of people.  Here, we hid from the orange high up, close to the ceiling, on top of what looked like a very tall stack of large mats.

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White Dragon

I was inside a boxcar, moving along the tracks.  When I took a peek outside, I saw a large tornado spinning through the trees, destroying everything in its path.  It headed straight for a ship docked near the shore.  Suddenly, I was at the ship when the tornado exploded into a giant dragon, towering over […] the sailors – its body an almost clear white.  It threw its head back and roared, the flames burning inside of it clearly visible through its translucent skin – the yellow fire rising from its belly and through the length of its neck before alighting its nose for a brief instant and shooting out into the air […].  But this dragon was really the work of a magician and his daughter.  The dragon itself was actually a woman – the daughter, perhaps.  With the magician’s help, she was able to transform herself into a dragon and terrorize the people.  On board the ship, she turned back into a lady, wearing a black outfit and holding a claw.

Across the land, I could see an army of soldiers sent to fight this dragon.  The soldiers were dressed completely in suits of white – plain, skin-tight suits with tight hoods that wrapped around their heads – bare of any armor or decor.  Their only defense were swords and shields of the same white hue.

The magician had a contraption to defend against this pale army – his ambition to kill the army leader.  The contraption looked much like a large, wooden crate supported by four, wooden wheels – like a cart.  Fastened to it, at an upward angle by numerous coils of thick rope, was a spear.  It was like a harpooning contraption.  However, the magician’s daughter somehow got caught in the ropes (I think it was the result of a struggle between the two sides – between the magician and the white army leader) and the ropes […] caught fire, killing the woman tangled within and thus destroying also the white dragon.  But before her death, she murmured something about “the water of life,” perhaps instructing the magician to find it in order to restore her and bring her back for a fiery vengeance.

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Vampires

[…] There were a lot of vampires – everywhere – and I had to try and kill them.  I remember being inside what looked like a castle courtyard – the walls of which were made from brilliant yellow stones.  Positioned […] along the walls, like sentry, were rows of vampire archers – all, or most, of whom were female.

With me in the courtyard were [female] vampire slayers dressed in red and wielding axes of sparkling crimson – axes whose blades were large and whose handles were long – executioners’ axes.  They twirled these shimmering red axes […] with great skill as they prepared for the battle.  But […] [they were] greatly outnumbered as vampires in long, black leather coats leapt from the walls in countless numbers and attacked the slayers.

I, too, held an axe, but it was small – just fit for the hand – and it had no bright hue, just a wooden handle and a sharpened metal head.  Nor did I wear an outfit with a spectacular scarlet tone – just brown pants, boots, and a white shirt.

Overhead, the vampire archers began shooting their arrows down upon us in great torrents.  That was when I ran from the courtyard, sprinting down a passageway graced […] with a series of yellow-stone arches.  But between these arches, lined above against the wall, were more vampires shooting their arrows at me.  I kept running and they did not strike me.

This […] took place in broad daylight – the sunshine filling every corner.  The next thing I remember was completely the opposite – a scene filled with darkness and light like that which comes from dim candles.  I was sitting at a table richly set with tablecloth, elegant platters, [an] array of decorative flowering, and wine poured into jewel-studded goblets.  I was at this table with three vampires and I, too, was a vampire.  The three were discussing what meal they would like to have next and it seemed […] they were going to decide on bringing a human in.  I disliked the idea but kept quiet, reaching over for my goblet to take a drink when I realized that it was filled not with wine, but with blood.

[…] I found myself walking with these three vampires inside a church – behind […] the pews.  The lights were all off and I lagged a few steps behind two of the vampires while the third – the leader – walked a bit behind me, but almost next to me.  He seemed to sense my dislike for being a vampire and he said prideful things, trying to make me see how great it was to be a vampire.

Then I felt my face wrinkle into a terribly frightening scowl, the folds of which twisted across my features as fangs jutted from my mouth.  It made my face feel heavy and uncomfortable.  My neck also began to feel somewhat strange, as if something was choking it.  I raised my hand to touch my throat and realized that there was blood all over it – oozing […] onto my tight shirt collar.  Gasping for air, I frantically grabbed at the collar and tried to pull it away.

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