Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/19/2017
By itsliz
I don't remember how the dream starts out but what I do remember is that I somehow talked my way into getting someone to fill a ton of colorful balloons with helium so they could float all attached to a single rope. I felt powerful, and like anything could happen. I went outside and it's an open field, blue sky and can't seem to see the sun. I feel excited, and so somehow I just know ( despite science saying it can't happen ), that if I jump or if there's a strong wind, then these balloons can fly off with me. I don't care and instead I jump a little and the balloons carry me into the air and back down again, only floating a little in the air. a single thought occurs to me and that's, 'I can't jump high or I might get caught in the jet stream and won't be able to get down.' That's what sets it. I go further outside and then I jump, deciding it's time to go with nothing to fear, and even if I do I can always stop somewhere and worry about it then. I jump and then start on a trek. I jump down a long and empty road with no turns, there was plush green grass on either side of the road, cloudy sky but it was a well - lit dimming effect with patches of rock. And I just kept traveling. I kept going before reaching an unpopulated spot and touch down and it seems to be in the mountains. There are plenty of rocks jutting out of the ground tall with a small disfigured valley. I look around and there are stones set up that float but remind me of Stone Henge. They seem like the spokes to a wagon's wheels and I go to the center. There's a center plate of stone slightly off to the side of the center with two intendents. They're for gems. One gem is already in a circular indent and it's baby blue with indented rings, very small. The other one is tear - shaped. I recognize it and bring out my phone where I pull up an app. I find the gem and can manage to pluck it out of the app. I set it into it's indent, and nothing happens. I just figure it's best to leave it where it belongs. I hop onto a small hill of jutting stones with cracks that reminds me of the shore by Doolin in Ireland where I had visited. Then I wake up.