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« on: April 26, 2010, 10:55:17 pm »
Since it's somewhat topic-related, I'll post an epic dream I had last night, which was indeed lucid.
The dream starts with me at my cottage. (Wilderness of Northern Ontario, google it if you want to see what the terrain generally looks like)
There is going to be some sort of astronomical event, and my friends and family have gathered with me there. It is in winter, and the event is coming in a few hours. I'm not sure if it was meant to be some sort of 2012 doomsday thing, since I'm not really an avid believer of such things, even if my birthday is December 23rd. Anyway, we are eagerly awaiting the "thing" to appear in the sky, as it's supposed to. Some sort of "galactic alignment" that is supposed to occur.
Well, it occurs, and a lot of strange things start to happen, this kind of red, "eye" appears in the sky, the entire world starts to shake and shift, I literally felt like I was going to die, even though I knew it was a dream. We all went into the cottage to ride it out. We waited an undetermined amount of time (my memory of the dream is starting to fade, so I have likely forgotten a few details). When we finally re-emerged, the entire landscape had changed. Where once there were trees and low rolling hills, only mountains and barren snow fields remained. Where the mountains came from, well, I'll never know. We tried to figure out what the hell had happened, talking in the cottage, which seemed to be relatively untouched, if a bit damaged from the quakes.
There didn't seem to be anything else around though, all the neighbour's cottages, the lake, everything just "Gone". It was as if our cottage had been transported to another world with us in it. Eventually we decided to just "head out" anywhere, to try and make contact with other people, if there were any. We braved the freezing cold temperatures, carrying our supplies in a sled, and walked and walked and walked. I could feel the cold air on my face, the snow falling gently on my clothing, and later the bitter cold of the blowing wind. We walked for what seemed like days, each night passed with us setting up a small camp, with no fire as all the trees were just, well, gone. It was brutal. All the while in the sky was the red "eye" beaming down at us, the stars failing in its light, indeed, even the sun seemed to pale next to it. There was always this kind of otherworldly "glow" in the atmosphere, which I honestly cannot explain. It's not like the Northern Lights, but kind of like a wave that eminates from the "eye".
We crossed rolling hills of fields, finding ways through or around mountains, and our supplies were running low. There was not a sign of life anywhere. No humans, no animals, not even any plant matter. Our journey was hopeless, we were all going to either freeze to death or die of starvation. I was beginning to think this dream would not end well, and indeed there was not much else left to see, after all the changes wrought by this "event". This is where my memory becomes fuzzy, but I know I just decided to wake up not long after I came to that realization, and I don't think much else of importance happened then.
It's not the best dream I've had, but it's one that I'll likely remember for a long time, perhaps for the rest of my life. My fragmented memories and meager storytelling skills don't do the entire experience much justice. Indeed it had a kind of stark beauty to it that I just couldn't help but love, even though when I woke up I still had that feeling of despair in me.
