Strange Land

There was a dark tone throughout this entire dream – as if, the entire time, the weather was cloudy.  The first thing I recall was that I was at some carnival or festival with [Alana] and [Kris].  I walked towards a cluster of trees from where [Abigail] suddenly leaped, seizing me and pulling me into the trees.  I cried out for [Alana] to help me – I was being kidnapped!

[Abigail] had her arms around my waist and was carrying me like I was some living, oversized stuffed animal.  She took me to the other side of the trees to a hidden land.  There, we approached a river with wrecked cars […] on the shores, some still partway in the water – much [like shipwrecks].  [Abigail] proceeded to take me across the waters and we had already waded well in, up to our waists, when a crash-test dummy leaned out the window of one of the wrecked cars.  He warned [Abigail] not to cross the river – that to do so would mean death.  I got the impression that [Abigail] was a very valuable person in this land – a queen or a leader of sorts.  [Abigail] heeded the dummy’s warning and backed out of the river with some resentment.

The next thing I knew, I think I was rescued.  I was riding in the back of my mom’s car with my mother at the wheel when I saw [Alana] riding a bicycle along the side of the road.  We were still in [Abigail’s] strange land but were quickly making our escape.  Upon seeing [Alana], I thought, I knew she’d come to rescue me!  I told my mother to stop the car and invited [Alana] in.  Then I found myself in the front passenger seat and [Alana] in the back.  She was smiling and happy she had a ride – glad, also, that she had found me.  I asked her how she had found her way here and she told me she had crossed the river.  Upon hearing this, I became sad because I knew that crossing the river meant death.  But I didn’t tell [Alana].  I didn’t let her know that she was going to die – that in her attempt to rescue me, she had sacrificed her own life. […]

Then I remember [Alana] and I making our way across rocky, treacherous mountain paths covered with ice and snow.  We were climbing this mountain to reach a house at its very peak in an attempt to find [Abigail] there – that perhaps she could show us a way out of this strange, grey land of hers.  Funny, that the enemy should now become an ally.

We reached the house and, inside, I saw that it was an odd, convoluted thing made of wooden planks with many different floors and separate rooms.  This house was scattered with a great many Asian people of all ages – from tiny toddlers barely able to walk, to old men and women bent over sticks and canes.  [Alana] and I wandered through this house but we could not find [Abigail].

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Ice Castle

I was in another world […] that was tinted with the lightest shade of a mystical blue […].  The people here wore the most elaborate […] costumes – rich gowns of a silky, sparkling material that flowed […] past the ankles, with wide shoulder pieces and detailed [headsets].  There were either no men, or very few.  Their entire palace, or perhaps, the entire kingdom, was like an ice castle set in snow. […]

I entered a gigantic room with a tremendously high ceiling.  Floating […] within this room were numerous, glowing organisms – like dozens of jellyfish within a giant, aquatic tank.  This seemed like a place for dancing or for just relaxing […], for there were other people in bright shades of green and red, among other colors, walking around and doing nothing in particular.  I walked […] to the back […] and looked up […] I saw a cage hanging in the corner near the ceiling.  Something, or someone, was imprisoned inside – […] I hitched a ride on one of those glowing jellyfish, which were constantly rising towards the top, like bubbles in a soda bottle.  I rose […] above almost everything until I reached the cage to talk to its inhabitant.  I don’t remember who the prisoner was, or what we discussed, but I remember thinking the prisoner’s fate unfair.

I wasn’t the only one in this strange land.  I was with my friends, dressed in those elaborate outfits.  […] for some reason, we were trying to escape […] and it was difficult.  I remember being caught by the empress and her servants – four or five of them blocking our escape through a snowy passageway. […]

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The Eskimo and the Stars

I remember seeing a lot of My Little Ponies dancing […] animated and full of color.  It was like I had fallen straight into a cartoon of My Little Pony.  There was one that […] was white with a purple mane and just one silver hoof in front, while all her other hooves were white.  When she dug this silver hoof into the cartoon dirt, the hoof sparkled […].

At some point, [I found myself in] a cold, wintry landscape covered with a thick layer of snow and ice.  Cutting through the middle of this frozen landscape was a great chasm bridged by a […] little wooden bridge that was old, rickety, and worn down by the ice that clung to its surface .  All this was beneath a sky that was pale blue and grayish – stark […].

I saw an Eskimo girl riding through the snow […] on a great wooden sled that was not like a sled at all.  It was huge […] – much larger than the girl – composed seemingly of a loose, shaky bunch of wooden crates and wooden boards that shook violently as this odd sled skimmed across the snow at a dangerously fast pace.  A large chunk broke off the back of her sled and […] I remember wondering whether she was able to handle the sled by herself […].  This small girl took the leather reins in her hands and pulled on them […] – and for an instant I thought that she would be okay.  But then [the] […] towering sled skidded across the ice and tipped over, sending the girl plunging into the abyss […].  She clung to the edge of the other side of the rift, her brown gloves gripping at the ice. […]

The next I remember, I was running beneath a clear night sky […].  I had a feeling that I was running towards the stars and if I reached them, I could be free, and it felt like I was getting closer […].  I sang to the stars as I ran […].  I knew that there were a few trees scattered among several modest houses behind me – that I shouldn’t be running from these things – but I had to run – the stars drew me out.  I was also aware that there was a little girl running behind me, trying to keep up.  She was small and afraid and she didn’t want to run.  It was hard to run, the houses and the trees drew me back, but I pushed forward […].

It felt like I was getting closer to where the sky arched over the earth and the closer I got to the stars the more vivid their constellations became to me.  They formed […] sparkling shapes […].  Silver lines connected the stars across the night sky, defining the constellations […].  A few of these silver lines became flashes of brilliant scarlet that streaked across the blackness – thin, red lines that seemed to rain onto the earth.  I watched as these constellations shifted before my eyes as if I was standing inside a kaleidoscope of stars.

A red streak flashed in the sky and […] an identical streak flashed beside me.  I heard the little girl behind me call my name frantically.  “We’ve gone beyond the bounds!” she cried.  […] Perhaps she was the Eskimo girl […].  I knew she was my friend and that she was telling me we had to go back.

And so we went back […] to the trees and the little wooden shacks.  Inside one of the shacks was a pair of bunkbeds […] directly after one passes through the front screen door.  It was a dirty place.  I sat down on one of the bunkbeds – the lower bunk – while the girl sat in the other lower bunk.  Instead of mattresses, there were those Japanese bamboo mats – “ta ta mis.”  The blanket was made out of wood too, as was the house and the […] bunkbeds.  As I sat down,  I remember thinking about torture and punishment, but I was more annoyed than afraid.  I […] knock[ed] a China bowl filled with dead insects onto the floor […], where it tipped over and spilled its contents out.  Those things had been on my bamboo bunkbed and they were used to torture us.

It wasn’t long before two men burst into the room and screamed, “You’ve been out of bounds!” […].  They talked with each other to decide who would administer the torture.  But then they didn’t seem to care anymore.  They seemed more like friends or acquaintances than captors.  I pointed at something out the window to distract them and they […] left.

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