Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/20/2019
By andotherpoems
(This is a dream I had in 2018) Eldest daughter Ruby and I are traveling across a sparsely populated grassland. Industrial civilization has collapsed. In this dream, Ruby is around 1 1/2 and I’m still pregnant with Willow. We’re traveling light, with just backpacks. Magic exists in this world, and seems to have only surfaced after the collapse of civilization (perhaps it’s related). As a result, my intuition and influence over people (basically perception and charisma) are heightened, my visual acuity is greatly improved, and I’ve recently developed the ability to fly/glide short distances. For now, we’re traveling on foot. We pause to rest beneath a rocky outcropping, and spot an encampment up ahead. I see that it is predominantly men, and decide to avoid it. As we’re passing, we’re spotted, so with Ruby tied to my back, I get a running start and fly away. I have to touch down every eighty feet or so, but I get about twenty or more feet of height with each jump. I aim for a structure in the distance in the hopes that we can make camp there. The men were initially pursuing us, but they seem to realize where we’re headed and turn back with haste (strangely ominous, I note). As we near the structure, we see that it’s a partially gutted tower of perhaps five stories. The top two stories are skeletal and open to the air. The tower is occupied by a single squirrelly man. He’s tall and thin with shoulder length blonde hair, and encourages us to stay the night. The top floors have been set up like an astronomer’s observatory. We set off exploring the hallways and rooms, careful to not get lost or stray too far from a quick escape route. I encounter a small group of weird old people who inadvertently reveal they sometimes harvest the spiritual essence of those men from the settlement we encountered (very Being John Malkovich). Obviously it’s time to quickly leave. With Ruby, I return to the observatory and am confronted by the blonde man. He tries to prevent us from leaving, but I tell him no and my voice is unnaturally loud and resonant. I look at the sky through the observatory’s caved in ceiling, and with a running start, and Ruby riding on my back, we take off and fly (not glide, but actually fly) away into the west.