Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/22/2022
By Fitful
I found myself in a woman's house. She had a baby, he noted blood on my shin, it got wiped off onto my clothes which stained. As I was leaving I noticed a bible plaque on the wall. It said sorrow for sin. I remembered using that as a name in a book. That was the third coincidence I both agreed we needed to find out I why i was there. In fact there were a dozen or so more synchronicities just like that. We were talking to another female who had a similarity to us. Each of us has a flower, and ability to access flowers that were a specific shape -the petals - without an adult being present. They were sent to a college however, a trade college, for journalism. I just studied it in school with everyone else. I did feel slightly superior about that - privately - as I had a round education. They seemed to only know one thing. Anyway they were wary of some headmistress teacher. I wandered into a dressing room lecture, half a dozen women were sitting in from of a mirror, like a beauty regime lecture, there were big lights on the mirror, balls. It was a set up before you walked out onto a stage. The woman, the headmistress teacher, didn't like me coming in, looking at the flower of makeup pigment - a cake if it pressed into an intricate flower. I left - not heeding the lecture nor her rules - and she followed. My new two friends were absolutely frantic as she began to come. They hid all our discoveries and stood at attention beside their desks, also beauty stations but more homey, lived in places. She arrived and interrogated and received very prompt reply. We explained we were connected through the flower petals, each one of us had one shaped like a blue petal that tapered at the end, could recreate how to get it - had an intimate supply- like a magic power would give and thought they were all different species, it was too much a cooincidence. She said we should get used to using air, if that's why we were here. She began using AIR in a way that was Mastery of it. Each petal became alight as it turned on the wind, the wind catching each strand of it's body and lifting it, turning, like it was a bird in flight, no a fairy. she turned us into fairies, aloft on the wind, and then turned the whole of reality into a cartoon. We had to learn to fly. It was a lesson. She forced us to flight, then left us to learn as fairies in a garden.