Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/13/2023
By blucanary
I was on a 3 ft ledge of a very tall building, snuggling into a blanket and settling in for a nights sleep ( hoping I didn't roll over at any time in my sleep, but assured that if I did, my bird would save me. After all, he's the one who flew me off of the buildings ledge every morning ). The bird was a semi-large black bird (approx the size of a large seagull ). There was a baby gray bird with us as well. The baby bird shimmied into the building through a small hole it found, and within found some black paint. He got a hold of a bunch of cotton, picked it up in his beak and dipped it into the paint to paint himself black like the bigger bird. He shimmied his little body back out through the hole, showing off his new color. I thought it was the most precious thing that the baby admired the bigger bird and wanted to be like him. I fell asleep ( in my dream ) with a smile on my face, next to my two feathered friends. When I awoke the next morning I was flown down from the extremely high buildings ledge ( probably 100 stories up ) and taken to the ground. Someone was down there waiting for me. I never actually saw this person, but I felt them. Their presence. I KNEW they were there, and that my dream self could see them, but for some reason this person was just outside of my peripheral as I was dreaming ( my dream self kept looking over at this person and talking & laughing with them though, so I know dream-me could see them ). Though I never saw this person, it just felt like my sister, Sarah. Irl she passed away some years ago, but that didn't seem to be the case in the dream. In the dream, it was as if she and I had never been apart. I was wearing a thin ( almost sheer ) white nightie that went just passed my knees, and was barefoot. Though I never saw her, I know Sarah was wearing the same thing. There wasn't anyone else around. Not a soul in sight. It was as if we were the last two people left on earth. Trees and vegetation were growing everywhere. Buildings, though dilapidated, were still standing, but there didn't seem to be any streets left. They must have all been grown over. As we were walking, we were watching our every step, walking on tiptoe most of the time. There were large piles of sticks and dried leaves all around, and we didn't want to step upon these piles and break the sticks & crunch the leaves beneath our feet for fear of attracting the cats that roamed nearby. When I say "the cats that roamed nearby", I'm not talking about your average neighborhood strays, but instead a pack of ligers. Ligers are a crossbreed of male lions and female tigers ( the offspring of male tigers and females lionesses are called tigons, just fyi ). They had, however, adopted one regular sized stray cat into their pack. And to be honest, I was more afraid of that regular sized cat than I was the ligers. Ligers, like tigers, I'm sure, grab their prey by the neck, snapping the spinal cord and killing the prey quickly. The small cat has no means to kill quickly. Instead, being raised by the ligers, it's intent will be to kill, but without the means to do so. So it will take it's tiny razor sharp claws and it will tear into your flesh and into your muscle, attacking until you eventually bleed to death. It could possibly even skin you alive, if vicious enough. And I know this cat raised by ligers, killing every day to get its dinner, would absolutely be vicious enough. I imagined myself with my skin in shreds hanging from my body, mostly tissue and nerves exposed. The skin on my face completely gone. I can make no facial expressions, nor can I scream bc the cat has cut my vocal cords with its claws. Instead, my jaw opens and closes, no sound coming out; one eye dangling down what use to be my cheek, the other eye big and round with no eyelid to cover it. The cat, all the while, in a frenzy screeching & hissing while I slowly and painfully wait for the sweet release of death. No, I'd much rather be attacked by the big cat and just have my spinal cord snapped. Nice and quick. I'd only be in pain long enough for the cat to get me into it's big jaws and the fang to penetrate the flesh. Probably only a matter of seconds. Of course, if I had my choice, I'd rather not be faced with either option. So we tread carefully. Slow and light were our steps. After walking awhile we came across an old slightly rusting lawn mower. It was resting up against a chain link fence. I stepped on top of the lawn mower to have a seat. As I did, the whole world went black. Pitch black. We couldn't see a thing. I got scared and started screaming, "TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON!!!" I didn't know who I was screaming at exactly, or what "lights" I was specifically talking about, I was just scared and that was my reaction. I then felt a hand on top of mine. It was soft, gentle, and warm. I probably would have mistaken it for Sarah's had it not come from the other side of the chain link fence. Despite how soft & gentle it was, I was scared. So scared I couldn't move. My eyes, even in the dark, were wide, frozen in fear I couldn't even blink; my heart beating so hard and fast I almost thought it would beat right out of my chest. My mind was going just as crazy as my heartbeat. What would I see when the light retuned? Would I see a dead child, curly hair all knotted up framing it's face, with eyes as black as the darkness we were now in staring straight into mine, so close our noses could touch at the slightest movement? For some reason that's the image my mind decided to focus on. The light retuned just as suddenly as it had disappeared and what I was faced with frightened me even more than the black eyes of a dead child. I was staring into my own eyes, my own face, my own reflection... I fell backwards onto my butt, my arms behind me. Eyes still wide, I scooted backwards just as fast as some people could run. It was a mirror. A full length rectangular mirror, tall and thin. There was no one or no thing behind it. But it wasn't there before the world went dark. So something had to have placed it there. Something that didn't make even the slightest of sounds. And something that grabbed my hand. Something with a human hand, warm and soft as my own, or with the ability to transform it's hand into a human hand. And something with the ability to disappear at literally the speed of light. The speed of light. That's when I realized - the mirror. Whatever it was, it lived within the mirror. That's the only way it could hold my hand in the darkness, but then be gone as quick as the light retuned. Whatever this thing was entered our world through the mirror. When I fell backwards out of pure fear, I had pushed the mirror back as well. It landed safely, unbroken, staring up at the sky and the tree limbs above it. Sarah was behind me, I could feel her, staring at the mirror just as I was. My first thought was to smash it, break it into thousands of pieces. But then I wondered, "will that just make thousands of tiny portals for these things to get through?" ( Kindof like the windmill scene in 'Army of Darkness' when Ash smashes the mirror and out of each and every shard, no matter how small, came a monstrous little replica of himself ). Just as quickly as the idea to smash it came into my head, so did I push it away. I couldn't just leave it though. These things, whatever they were, would surely crawl out. And once they crawled out, they would surely come looking for us... My only other option then was to turn the mirror over. Maybe if it was facing the ground, straight on the ground as it was, the reflection would be just blackness....right? If there was no actual reflection of anything, maybe it wouldn't be able to come through. So slowly, quietly, we made our way towards it... We climbed over the fence, trying not to make a sound... We grabbed two long thick sticks to help us flip it over, so we wouldn't have to get close enough to touch it for fear of hands quickly reaching out and grabbing us, pulling us into the mirror world with it.. We stood on the left side of the mirror, side by side, our sticks just about to slide beneath the mirror and push it over, when suddenly ( so suddenly that if anyone else has been there they wouldn't have even been sure of what they had seen ) two long purple tentacles flew out, grabbed both Sarah and I, and pulled us into the world beyond the mirror. Everything went dark...
AI generated interpretation The dream you described is incredibly vivid and contains a rich tapestry of symbolism and emotions. Let's break it down into different elements to analyze its possible meaning: 1. The Tall Building and Ledge: Being on a high ledge of a tall building may signify a sense of vulnerability or feeling exposed in your waking life. The act of settling in with a blanket suggests a desire for comfort and safety, but the fear of rolling over and relying on the bird to save you could indicate a fear of losing control or a reliance on external factors for protection. 2. The Birds: Birds are often symbols of freedom and spirituality in dreams. The image of the baby bird painting itself black like the bigger bird may symbolize a desire for growth, transformation, or emulation of someone you admire. The presence of the birds could represent companionship and guidance in navigating difficult situations. 3. The Presence of "Sarah": The appearance of your deceased sister in the dream suggests unresolved emotions or a longing for connection with her. Despite her physical absence, the dream portrays a sense of closeness and familiarity, indicating a deep emotional bond that transcends death. 4. The Desolate Landscape: The deserted world with overgrown vegetation and dilapidated buildings could symbolize feelings of isolation, abandonment, or a sense of being disconnected from others. The careful steps and fear of attracting the cats suggest a cautious approach to navigating challenging circumstances in waking life. 5. The Cats: The presence of ligers and a vicious stray cat may represent internal fears or aggressions that threaten your sense of safety or well-being. The contrasting methods of attack by the ligers and the small cat could reflect different sources of danger or threats in your life. 6. The Mirror: The appearance of the mirror and the entity within it can symbolize self-reflection, introspection, or facing hidden aspects of your psyche. The idea of the mirror serving as a portal for unknown entities suggests a fear of the unknown or a sense of ambiguity in facing your inner demons. Overall, the dream seems to reflect a complex interplay of emotions, fears, and desires. It may indicate a need for self-exploration, emotional healing, or a reassessment of your relationships and surroundings. Processing these themes in therapy or through introspection could help uncover deeper meanings and insights into your subconscious mind.