dream 2

Date: 7/4/2016

the first image of the dream was vivid and impressed itself as if everything surrounding reduced in value. It was also disgusting and I will never forget it. A drunkard grandmother slammed her head on the pavement -- the cracks in her skull were visisble. They lined the side of her temple and her eye sockets as white liquid jetted out of them violently. The dream then shifted almost instantly. There was a low panorama of a wheat field catching light. It was in the grey and green tinge of the twilight. The wheat stalks splayed silvery against the dark. I walked by architectures there that was looming and that felt all-eternal. There were pennants hanging with my University's symbol on some, and some of the sanctuaries jutted off of massive cliffs. The columns lining them were colored bluish ivory and stayed the same brightness in the night. There were songs like greek lyre music and I was swept with a gown into a procession. A boy in it talked with me like a friend, asked me about music, and liked me. We moved forward as more joined in gowns -- the line stretched on through the night. We went on and I walked through odd rooms that looked normal but also felt sanctioned. Each experience was mutually exclusive as we entered the rooms, as if their border were the only to exist. In them small scenes would play out (I was alone now and the group had left me). Mothers would come into the rooms with doting stares and making fusses. Even mothers I didn't know would chastize me. The light that splayed now was heavy noon's and the women were all struck golden by interceptions of its rays. The structure of the dream thereby dissolved -- the architecture and people became nonsense. Proportions of things became dramatic (though, the people stayed similar) and the people would no longer speak. I walked with a friend who could still speak to the edge of one of the sanctums and the dream thereby ended.