skip to main |
skip to sidebar
(Via)
Dreaming about animals is not exactly a strange thing for me. I can safely say that in well over 90% of my dreams, the main cast of characters are animals. I'm always trying to rescue them, too.
This morning, however, I dreamed of a fantasy-type animal and I wasn't rescuing them. Instead, they were observing me. Here's the dream:
I was inside this HUGE bathroom, and it was all white and clean with very tall ceilings. I was taking a bath when I looked up and saw this skylight/window high up near the ceiling. I was instantly taken aback because there was something perched up there and looking through the glass. Naturally, my first instinct was it had to be a bird but then I looked at it full head-on.
It was a dragon. A very small baby dragon. It practically had it's face plastered against the glass, looking in. It was there for about 3 or 4 seconds before it flew off.
While I was a little fascinated, I was much more in disbelief because come on.... dragons are fantasy and not real creatures walking amongst us.
So I try to brush it off I guess. Ignore it, but then a second dragon does the same thing. This one is larger and a little older. Medium-sized, I'd say. It, too, just looks at me through the glass before flying off.
I'm now thinking I can't ignore what I've just seen. I don't care what anyone says, but dragons are real. They're a fact.
Thinking I'm not going to see anything else, I then see a third creature fly to the window and peer in. This time I am really starting to panic and full on freak out because I don't even know what it is I'm seeing exactly. It was something too large to be perched up on that window, and was a form of dragon I'd never heard of even in mythology. The only way I could describe it was as a combination of a dog and dragon both. It was the size of a really big golden retriever, but it's skin was orange with these strange black stripes in weird patterns. The orange skin looked like wet paint composed of glitter. It was orange, and it sparkled.
And as I said, I'm really beginning to freak out at this point. This thing was looking down at me through this window, and suddenly the window latch unlatches and the window opens a little bit. Terrified, I hope this creature will fly away like the others did. Instead, this thing jumps through the window! It falls all that distance, and then lands on the side of the tub.
Just while I was telling myself this thing had better not be vicious and attack, it started wagging it's tail. It's behavior was very much like a dog. It looked like part dragon and part dog, but I was so pleased it's personality matched the latter. It really was the strange skin and black stripes that made it look so strange. I kind of think the face even looked like a regular dog, although the teeth might have been more prominent and it's ears folded back really weird. They were really small ears that sort of curled back. I think it's tail was like a normal dog's tail though.
After that, one of my parents dropped a piece of mail for me inside a little mail slot on the bathroom door.
And that was it. The dream ended. What do you suppose THAT was about?!
Just FYI - I've dreamed about a dragon only once before. Just click HERE and scroll down to the Feb 26, 2011 entry.
I'm really not into dragons and fantasy and mythological creatures, but I find it odd that I've dreamed about them twice now.
I think my weird dreams have returned. One did last night anyway.
It was Christmastime, and I was at my grandmother's house. I was younger in this dream; a teenager. The house Grandma lived in wasn't anything grand, but I loved it. It was a small white house in some neighborhood in Chappell Hill. The house was overcrowded since everyone was gathered there for Christmas.
There was one particular family there I didn't know... (in all honesty, this part feels like two different dreams bleeding together and just combining into one)... and they had no manners. The youngest child in the family was around 4 years old. In front of this boy's family, I got all preachy. I stooped down to the boy's height, and stressed to him how important it is that he not behave in the same fashion as his family. I told him he had to be kind to animals and people, always.
Blah, Blah, Blah... I really went on and on and was quite repetitive because this boy was so young and I feared what I was saying was going to go through one ear and out the other.
A lot like my voice does in reality when speaking to my pets. 
But I knew that if he didn't hear it from me, he wasn't ever going to hear it from anyone. Finally, I got through to him because he liked it when I said that he comported himself as being much smarter and more mature than his older siblings and even his parents. Probably too deep for a 3 or 4 year old kid, but hey... it's a nonsensical dream. 
After playing preacher to the little boy, my parents and I are walking through the house to leave. I was speaking to one of my grandmother's friends, Debbie. (Debbie really does exist. I remember her from my childhood. For some reason I always giggled while in her presence. 
To this day I have no idea why that was. It's a mystery).
This next part gets a little fuzzy because we were talking about some gray cat that my grandmother had. I was telling Debbie that I can't imagine Grandma keeping the cat, as I've never seen her as a cat person. (In reality, Grandma doesn't have any pets). Debbie then reminded me that Grandma had already found a few really nice homes for the cat, only she hadn't chosen between them yet.
At this point we pass by a little library/office room of sorts. It's on my right hand side, as I'm walking towards the front door. There were lots of white shelves filled with encyclopedias and books. There were rows and rows of these shelves, just like you'd see in a real library, only they were about waist height. They weren't very tidy either. To my left is a mahogany mirror on the wall strung with garland at the top.
Finally, I'm out the door with my parents. It's nighttime and I am just so giddy! Normally, I would have been acting all calm and normal... and I almost did just that... but then I reminded myself of exactly WHERE I was and that things aren't the same anymore.
And this is the part where it gets a little strange. I hadn't told anyone, and I wasn't planning to because they'd think I was as nutty as a granola bar, but the truth was that I had traveled back in time, only to some parallel universe! I'm not even sure I had any siblings there.
So here I was walking down the street... in a flippin' parallel universe but back in time as well... with my parents. It's nighttime at Christmas, and I was just so thrilled to be young again. I was so happy that as I walked ahead of my parents, I threw caution to the wind and just spun in circles with my arms open wide and my face looking up at the sky.
It was impossible containing my excitement, and quite frankly I thought it was incredibly stupid to pretend those feelings of giddiness and joy and relief weren't there. I told my parents that I was young. That I was only a 16 year old.
After that, I woke up but I would imagine that if that dream had continued, my parents would have thought I had been sampling the special holiday punch.
I'm pretty certain that this dream exemplifies just how much age and myself are mortal enemies... hence why I loathe birthdays so much. If I could have one-on-one combat with Aging, I'm 100% certain that I'd be victorious in kicking her @ss. That's how much I dislike her.
