So I'ma share with you guys a dream I had and a snippet of one that I had, both of which come from sometime in the second half of last school year, the snippet being from right before me and a friend started using a shared journal (which lasted for like, only four entry due to time constraints and summer and I just kept forgetting to write despite it being something that I should have taken far more advantage of than I did. Perhaps I should put in another entry and pass it to her, start it up again.) and the other dream being, I don't even really remember. But it was some time after. Maybe during. I know it was in April cause I wrote it down and dated it.
Without further adieu, here is the first one, or, at least, the bit that I remember of it: It was in some lavish masquerade ball, decorated in deep/dark reds, gold trim, and velvet. There was this young man, dressed rather simply when compared to the rest of the party -a vest, shirt with fancy gold-detailed cuffs, mask with gold detailing, and slacks, all of which was in colors of wine and black- with a short, foul temper. It was like he was there because while hating having to be around all these people he didn't like, he /secretly/ enjoyed every moment of it.
Either way, I remember that he stuck around me for what ever reason from the moment we first interacted despite me obviously frustrating and annoying him. At the final bit of the dream, we're alone and we've somehow ended up away from the crowd on what must have been a balcony of some sort, and he (in a moment of weird dream physics, he feel's both close and far from me at the same time) turns to me with an angry sigh and takes of his mask saying "Life isn't a masquerade, so take off your (this boy swore like a salior and I'm sparing you from that) mask." So I finally see his face and all that I remember was his pale as ice skin, over saturated blue eyes, and black pulled back hair.
And then I wake up.
Thinking back on it now, maybe that /wasn't/ just my own subconscious deciding that I needed a good swatting over the head. It doesn't seem like its style.
The second dream is way longer so I'm gonna spare you the details (Unlike with the last one. I'm an occational victimof flowery prose, what can I say?) and get to the point. Time for weird dream logic!
So it started out with this mouse detective and it goes over his whole "I'ma mouse from talking animal land and I am not the greatest at my job and I don't quite fit in but I still enjoy my life"-ness, via dream-ness. Eventually it gets to the point where he's comforting a dieing light bulb (just go with it, kay?) who knows hes going to die in a few minutes but the mouse is /trying/ to get him to fight to stay alive. After a bit of talking and the light bulb saying some things that I feel were important but I can't remember any more, it explodes. Taking the mouse with him.
Cut to me and Sister. I'm rowing a boat in a river in a cave-sort-of that made way more sense in my head that is taking us to and audition with this theater company. I'm telling her all about this really good childrens book series about a talking mouse detective and eventually we get to the dock, then the sign in desk in the building the theater group uses. I'm signing in when suddenly I black out. I, as myself, am no longer there. It's the mouse, in my body, who's perspective I am seeing from. He is royally freaked out but those around him seem to know what's going on (not telling him anything about anything besides "sign in so you can audition", of coarse) and get him to calm down.
The rest of the dream details his life with the company and how the few people who find out who he is don't care and like him anyways. They all accept him. I thought it was a very nice dream. Except one thing that didn't even cross my mind till I was thinking about it later that day. I, as myself, never came back to my body.
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