Markets and Innocent Souls

I was in a busy market, surrounded by the sounds of bartering. The market felt almost as if it was inside a large building, but it could’ve just been that the surrounding buildings were close together and the stalls each had their own covering. I knew two of the jewelers that had stands there and mingled a bit with each.

Then chaos broke loose. People were running everywhere. The dream was a little fuzzy, but I eventually pieced together that a volcano exploded from the center of one of the buildings. I knew that people were dying. I saw lava burn up stands as it swept down a road.

The lava finally escaped down a hole in the ground and the chaos dissipated.

From the bits and pieces of the dream that I got after that, we were trying to see what we could salvage. One of my friends and I picked up what we could of some of the beads and leather that we found in hopes of making things that we could trade in the more basic economic system that we knew would develop after this catastrophe.

The next portion of the dream began with digging in a field. I was in charge of a group of people and was directing them where to dig. I don’t remember the exact purpose of digging, but the holes were deep and appeared almost instantaneously. In one hole, we unearthed a huge claw/finger thing. It was the finger of a huge robotic hand and I recognized it on sight. I knew that the machine was malicious, or had been used for that purpose. There was an ethical debate within myself of whether or not I should have them continue digging and unearth the thing. Part of me hoped that if we just left it buried, I would never have to deal with it; the other part knew of the inevitability of facing whatever lay under the earth.

We excavated the body of the machine (it appeared like a mix of Power Ranger Droid and a Transformer), but left the limbs still covered. Our attention was drawn to a human form that lay on top on the chest of the machine. It was a girl that had been blindfolded and buried with the machine. I investigated, trying to see if we could solve the mystery of whom she was and who had killed her.

The body moved!

I stepped back, in shock. The girl fidgeted and then rolled over on her side, as if she were merely sleeping. Realizing that she was still alive seemed to put together some pieces of the puzzle in my head as to what had happened.

Back when these machines had been used, they were used for evil. You see, it took a very twisted ritual, magic, and a young soul to bring these things to life. Once the ritual was finished, if the person that the machine was attached to was killed, it would allow the machine to absorb the remainder of the soul and become independent and free-reigning. If the child (for it usually was a child) remained alive, it would have some degree of control over the machine.

I knelt close to the girl and tried to wake her up slowly, for I feared that any strong emotional response from her would wake the machine beneath her that, out of luck, was still dormant. She woke with a start, but I did the best I could to reassure her. She calmed down and began to talk to me, asking questions.

She asked about her parents. I told her they were dead (I assumed as much considering that she had been buried for quite some time. However, I was not sure because the whole time factor kept getting mixed up in the dream and I was not sure if it had only been a year since I had heard of a murder that I was sure was hers, or if it had been centuries). I hoped that I was right because I did not want to imagine the heated temper that could escape her via the machine beneath us. I discovered that she had attended my high school but had graduated a few years after me. This only confused my time sense of the dream more so.

The girl was petite, had blonde hair that was virtually shaved in the back and longer hair in the front that was combed backward to where the shaved and the long hair met. She seemed very innocent and warmed to me rather quickly.

With a little explanation from her and a long look into her eyes, I saw what had happened to her.

There was a wizard, much like Gandalf from LOTR. Where we stood had been the center of a stone fort. Gandalf (we’ll use the name for reference sake) had tricked a great king into teaching him his call for his horse. The king’s horse was, in this dream, the lord of all horses and a very pure and trusting creature. Gandalf stood on the stone wall and called the horse. In his hand he held a very young wolf pup, and to his right was the girl, tied and blindfolded, still oblivious to her fate.

When the horse arrived, it was confused at the call from someone other than the king; yet, still trusting, climbed the ramp to the top of the wall to stand by Gandalf. Gandalf quickly took a knife and stabbed the horse neatly behind the shoulder blades, reached in and pulled out the horse’s heart.

Gandalf took the heart in one hand, the puppy in the other, held them over his head and began to chant. He then dropped first the puppy, then the heart in a hole in the wall the led down into a great chasm beneath. I watched the puppy land and the heart land on top of it, crushing it with the force of falling. Gandalf then grabbed the girl and tossed her into the hole and the memory went dark because the girl could remember nothing after that.

I was confused and frightened at this memory. I had been sure in my heart that Gandalf had been on our side. I knew that murder of such innocent lives. Why would he be doing something that was working with Them (I am not quite sure who They are, but They are dark and evil).

A small chance of a hope that I found in my heart was that he had seen a greater need for us to have this child and machine now. This child had to be special because I knew that the machines were inherently evil-driven. Perhaps she was stronger than the others.

For some reason I took this hope to mean that she was stronger physically and in fighting. I talked to her and got her excited with the hope and then asked the group of people I was with for their assistance. I told them that she could take any one of them down in a fight. Most laughed, or were too shy to step forward. Finally, one of my friends who is about 6’3” and 230 lbs and is a funny guy stepped forward. I knew he had no intention of actually hurting the girl, but I had apparently puffed up her confidence, so she stepped forward and punched him in the gut…

Nothing happened. She tried again with the same result. Apparently she did not have extraordinary strength.

So, if not extraordinary strength, then what was so special about her? I had a few things I wanted to try…

Next thing I know, my mom is waking me up by putting her new little Shih-Poo puppy on me so it can lick my ear and wake me up. Blasted mornings! Why do I never get to finish my dreams?

Constant Confrontation

The dream started in this hut/yurt on a beach. Inside the hut was Jesus (I remember looking at his face and thinking “Wow! They got a guy to play Jesus that really looks like him”) and his wife. They were on this wood platform in the middle of the hut and were just talking, smiling and laughing. Directly in the middle of the platform and hut was a wood pole. I knew that Jesus knew that it was his last night with his wife and there was some sort of tradition that they were supposed to complete, or it was just that it was customary to give the person who was going to die one last night with his loved ones. I watched and enjoyed the peace and love that these two shared in their conversation and interaction.

The quiet night was soon shattered by the shouts of a mob along the beach. Jesus was saddened, but not surprised. The mob came and broke down the walls. They allowed the woman to go, but then tied Jesus up to the pole and lit the platform on fire.
I could see other huts along the beach. They, too, were burning with others at their center. Most of the people who were burning were not entirely human, and was certain that few, if any, of them were guilty of a crime worthy of death.

My dream then spanned, like a movie camera, up and over into a mine outside of the city. At this point I became a character like Sherlock Holmes (Yes, I saw the movie) and had Watson as my partner in action. I do not remember all the details that happened in the mine, but I remember trying to make it to the surface. There was a machine blocking the escape and posing a threat, so I got beneath it and, just like in the movie, analyzed how best to take it down. It was pretty cool to think that clearly.

Upon escape into the woods, I became a character that I knew to be myself. I was with a group in the woods and we had guns. It seemed to be an End-of-the-World kind of setting where we were all fighting to survive. There was another group against whom we were protecting ourselves. There were frequent scrimmages in a forest made of tall pines. Machines were limited and very valuable, but we still had guns.

I was leading a scouting party to try and get some sort of advantage over the other group. We had to dodge from tree to tree as we got closer to their settlement. At times I could see my dog to my side and my team slightly behind me. There was a dirt road up ahead and I called a halt.

All of the sudden, a person began running out of their settlement, followed by shouts and gunfire. When the person fell not too far from us, I quickly went to help. As we pulled the person back into the trees, Marty, from Back to the Future, appeared on the road in a Firebird Convertible (Yes, there are apparently a few movie influences in my dreams). Even though I knew who he was and what his car could do, I just wanted the car because it ran. I offered him $500. He ended up giving it to me for $50 because he saw our situation.

My dream then shifted back to the city and had the focus on a peddler’s cart of toys. Some of the toys were alive and tried to escape the controls of the peddler. The last visual I got from the dream was seeing the treads of a tank that was so big that my vision in the dream could see the tops of the buildings, but nothing above the treads of the tank as it headed down toward the beach where Jesus had been burned.

The Storm

I am going to start out this blog site with a dream that I have recorded from a few years ago.

November 9, 2008

Last night I dreamt about some crazy magic.

We, I and other random people, were in a log cabin-type building and these demons kept appearing. All I remember is that I knew their intentions were bad and, luckily, this star symbol would appear on the ground before they would pop up.

I knew what we had to do to expel each demon. It got rather frustrating because some of the others were slow to act because they were afraid. I had to pick those that were at higher Mage levels, remind them to keep their backs to the demons and walk them through it step by step. Even though it was crazy, I wasn't scared, just ticked off! Most of the people knew what they should do but wouldn't.

The town that we were in lay high in a valley surrounded by sharp, majestic mountain chains that put the Grand Tetons to shame. The valley was flat and green as you headed back into the mountains and there was a steep cliff that lay between the village and the lower ends of the gap between the mountains and the rest of the world. The village, with the buildings all clustered near the edge of the cliff, was small, close-knit and had the feeling of an old western film.

After making sure the appearing demon situation was under control, I spent time wandering the town and interacting with whom I came in contact. I also got to ride a horse. This horse was not a pet, but a rogue creature. I affectionately called it Demon (ironically enough). At one point someone had tried to saddle him but only managed to get it on him backwards. Demon seemed content to not let anyone change it and let only me ride him.

At this point my most awesome sister, Tember, ran up to me and informed me that there was a huge storm was about to hit the town. All of those with the Gift to use crystals were needed to protect the valley. The crystals could be used to project a protective shield over the valley, so everyone with the Gift was told to grab their crystals and head down to a small cabin in the middle of the cliff face.

I quickly threw some survival things into a bag and jumped into a truck with my sister. I rode with her for a bit while I pulled out my bag of crystals. Each crystal was individual and would not always respond strongly to the call of the Gift. I had to touch each of them to my wrist to see if they would sing with my blood. I finally found two that made my heart quicken upon touching my skin. I then jumped out of the truck because I knew that I would be better off riding my horse.

I searched the town for Demon. When I found him, for some reason he would not let even me fix the saddle and ended up riding off without me. I felt abandoned, yet I knew something had to be done.

I found another truck and started driving. I did not go towards the cabin with the others. I felt drawn to a look out along the cliff’s edge that was close to one of the mountains. I could see the wall of dark purple clouds that were coming up between the mountains toward our village. I knew that if I could just place myself where I could see them with my physical eyes I would know what to do for my Gift with the crystals was different than that of the others.

As I reached the lookout, it was raining. I tried to back the truck up and turn it around to be better positioned, but, as I did, the back tires slid off the ledge. I felt the truck begin to fall and in my mind I could see exactly what would happen and how I would die at the bottom.

I was not ready to die.

That knowledge gave me power to rewind what had happened to just before the tires slipped and stepped out of the truck, planted my feet and, like I was supposed to, faced the on-coming storm…