Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 5/12/2022
By Fitful
I was flying overhead or I I was looking at a map. I'm pretty sure I was flying. I found this part of the world I hadn't before. It was a frozen tundra !nestled in a valley in the V of several mountains. It was so nice. White land - all frozen as far as the eye could see. I decided to stay for a while. It was so nice, I hadn't thought towns or places like this existed in the real world. I set down and stayed in a few spots, the more I stayed, the more I saw it...the more I liked it. I began to think I'd found the place to move to, to live. I went to a college for a while. It was very nice, a big place on the frozen tundra plane. They built up their cities well, these people who lived there. It was always nice and quaint. The college was more like a marble palace in small a scale. It stretched out over the land, wide and single story, like a fat spider. There were frozen garden mazes, the hedges were white I recall, though I don't k ow if they were white plants or white marble. The cafeteria was huge, this big open eatery, or perhaps the roof was just white and it was very very big. I met people often in the cafeteria. A friend who worked in some famous person's band. And I had a boyfriend. I often went there to see them. There was a small story about a girl who went crazy and magically began or turned into a thing that began to poison the area she was in. Perhaps she got stuck in some mental prison, or got the wrong potion in class. But she went after the guy she was dating... Surrounded him in some poison forcefield and tries to kill him. Her subconscious was mad he was taking her away from the safety of being an abused child - her mother had abused her. Somehow it blamed him for her getting better and therefore being unsafe. I had to rush to save him and stop her. School was interesting, never dull. There were three really popular girls. In some crisis I ended up revealing to them - quite harshly as they were being dicks - that they were all white. I did their genealogy. The cried, they all considered themselves to have some other color in their makeup which was more important. Though they were quite pale to begin with. Then there was the story about how two of them were actually sisters. One was raised by their father one by their mother. I found that out. Apparently there were two story lines to this. The first was the mother had been visited in the middle of the work day by a handsome and good lover version if her husband. Everyday at 3 he'd come by and they had amazing sex. He went on a talk show and battered on about feeling emasculated. Like she'd cheated just because she'd enjoyed it. It was rape was my stance, as she hadn't known it was someone else. I thought it was odd. I didn't know the devil visited the wives of his workers. O thought it was only the gods... The second story line was more interesting. Apparently the mother was supposed to - it was her job - to care for the souls darkness. But her eldest Unica, had become a saved soul. The soul had gotten too light. It couldn't remain in that place, with her. It had to go with him... He was more light and on a different path, the path to redemption. She crowd as he took Unica away. Later Unica met two girls at college, one was Enicka her sister. This is what made me think this might be a version of hell. The underworld. They all were penguins BTW. These people, they were penguin people. Except when I first confronted them in school about their genealogy, then they were human. Anyway, another time I was or a dude was being chased by someone who was intent ona tracking them. He ran and ran to a cabin in the woods. There he stopped and made traps. There were so many the person chasing had no chance at all. He got sucked into the ground, never to be seen again. The guy turned him into paint. I was impressed but I noted he'd done it before. There were two bodies recently become paint. And there were too many traps for him to have created them just then. They were literally class cells sunk into the mud. In summary, this place felt nice to live in. It felt like my people. I had a friend who worked for some famous singer, we had to arrange to meet only on certain days where and when the band stopped. They toured a lot. I would go meet her when and where. It was sad she was so busy, hut I was also happy for her.