My Island Dream
My Dream 3/10/07 (reminds me of spirited away)
Characters involved: myself, Lauren, mom
We all were up for a summer trip to Jenner. We had just driven the hour and a half up though cow country to our little house by the sea. Lauren was going through a lot of tough times in her life so we thought it would be a good idea to bring here to our “secret hideaway,” and let her feel the healing that such a beautiful place had to offer. We had no idea what secrets this place had yet to show us.
*Regarding the dream: We were still unaware at this point*
We brought things out of the car, running them cautiously across the highway, and down the aged steps leading to our cabin beneath the trees. Lauren and I brought the food, and my mother brought a strange Styrofoam contraption under one arm.
“Why did you bring that?” I asked slightly annoyed, recognizing the object.
“What is it?” asked Lauren curiously.
“It’s for the cat,” my mother replied, setting it on the floor and opening the top. Our cat jumped out, agitated from the long car ride.
“No. Mom, it’s not for the cat. That’s the incubator.” But my mom couldn’t hear me, as she was putting away food in the kitchen. Everyone seemed to be recuperating from the drive, especially the cat, which jumped onto the beige couch by the front window and settled in a patch of sun, licking his fur, and calming down.
*We don’t actually have a cat. From what I remember, I don’t think we had Lyra with us, or at all. For all I know the cat could have been Lyra, but it seems the irritability and personality are not similar to Lyra demeanor.
*The part about eggs… I don’t remember where we got them from. I think they came from the beach, but we had them before we knew the incubator was in the house. For some reason I didn’t make the connection between having eggs and having an incubator, since in the dream we never used it. Also the incubator looked much bigger than the one in actuality. The one in the dream was large and tall, with a section inside for feeding and resting, roped off from the main heating room. The floor of this added room was covered in soft woodchips.
Lauren and I each had an egg. Mine was white and looked almost like a normal chicken egg, though it was so thin that it glowed from the inside, casting a red-yellowish light, strongest every time I passed a window. Lauren’s was a bright red, and very tough looking, but smooth and shiny. Hers reminded me of an agate.
We were taking very good care of these eggs, checking the birds inside with flashlights, and fawning over their growth. We tucked them into little socks, wrapping around them with velvet and placing them gently on the sunny windowsill for a rest.
It wasn’t long before we noticed something peculiar was happening. Once, as we held the eggs, we saw them undulating. At first I thought they were hatching, but to our surprise they split into two eggs. The children of the firsts looked nothing like them. They were small and resembled stones. They kept splitting, each one becoming smaller. Soon we set on the windowsill, what looked like a gem collection. Some were shiny, some looked like geodes, some were soft and rounded like sea stones. Both Lauren and I were wondering what we were supposed to do with so many eggs.
After putting our eggs to bed, Lauren, my mother, and I went for a walk on the beach. It looked so fertile and green. Grasses and bushes of every shade of green lined the beach, except for 5 feet at the waters edge, which was laced with fine grey sand. There were even trees on the beach, and we sat next to some as we rested. In front of us lay a kind of island. It too was clad in green, closer than usual, separate from us only by 10 or 20 yards. Though this closeness was not just because of the low tide. It gave me an eerie, unsettled feeling. I couldn’t stop watching it.
“I’ve always found this place so alluring, “ said my mother lazily. “It’s gorgeous, but not in a pampered, park way like Blake Gardens. Its wild here.”
My mother started to mention the great diversity of hidden wildlife, when I pointed across the water to the island. “Look!” I said, “a bear.”
We all turned our heads to where my finger led. There in the distance was a bear walking to the water. It was black with a brown chest and eyebrows, with a white muzzle and breast. The bear looked almost exactly like a Burmese mountain dog, except that it’s body was bulky like a bear.
We watched in awe as more of them came, and dear too. The first bear was slow and lethargic, locking eyes with us, unfazed. It lapped slowly at the water and yawned.
Suddenly it stood up on two legs, and began to grow! It’s body shifted from a bear’s bulky weight to a slim tall creature, barely recognizable as a bear. Before long it stood 20 feet high. Again it’s grand gaze found ours, just for a moment, and then it walked majestically toward the forest. It’s legs were like trees, swinging effortlessly, each step completely quiet. With each step its leg would sweep across the ground in the longest strides I ever saw.
The other animals too drank from the water, gave a yawn, and began to grow tall. Their bodies reformed as well, growing only slightly shorter than first.
None of us could speak, but my mother jumped up hastily, and Lauren and I followed. We ran across the shallow water, trying to reach the angelic beasts before they disappeared. I struggled most across the large mossy rocks beneath the water, as I didn’t have any shoes. I refused to run back and get them, because I knew that if I did I would miss everything.
When we reached the island, we could just see the tail end of the procession. We hurried and began to follow, but as we did buildings misted into sight. The island began to fade, and was slowly replaced by sandwich shops, roads, and cars. The two worlds became super imposed on one another…one becoming stronger, and the other weaker. We watched in horror as the beasts could no longer be seen, and all that we were left looking at was the front of a Subway.
*The dream ended here, but I was left with the understanding that the place that we had sat before allowed us to gaze into an ancient place; a world next to the one I lived it, accessible only from precious few angles. From that spot on the beach, with the sun just right, that other world could be looked at. As soon as we stepped over, and set foot on the mystic soil, that world slipped away, but still existed beneath our own world. I got the feeling that there had to be some way to cokes it back into being, so that we might be able to stand in it without frightening it away. Like a feral cat can learn to be stroked, even wild things can enjoy company.
Characters involved: myself, Lauren, mom
We all were up for a summer trip to Jenner. We had just driven the hour and a half up though cow country to our little house by the sea. Lauren was going through a lot of tough times in her life so we thought it would be a good idea to bring here to our “secret hideaway,” and let her feel the healing that such a beautiful place had to offer. We had no idea what secrets this place had yet to show us.
*Regarding the dream: We were still unaware at this point*
We brought things out of the car, running them cautiously across the highway, and down the aged steps leading to our cabin beneath the trees. Lauren and I brought the food, and my mother brought a strange Styrofoam contraption under one arm.
“Why did you bring that?” I asked slightly annoyed, recognizing the object.
“What is it?” asked Lauren curiously.
“It’s for the cat,” my mother replied, setting it on the floor and opening the top. Our cat jumped out, agitated from the long car ride.
“No. Mom, it’s not for the cat. That’s the incubator.” But my mom couldn’t hear me, as she was putting away food in the kitchen. Everyone seemed to be recuperating from the drive, especially the cat, which jumped onto the beige couch by the front window and settled in a patch of sun, licking his fur, and calming down.
*We don’t actually have a cat. From what I remember, I don’t think we had Lyra with us, or at all. For all I know the cat could have been Lyra, but it seems the irritability and personality are not similar to Lyra demeanor.
*The part about eggs… I don’t remember where we got them from. I think they came from the beach, but we had them before we knew the incubator was in the house. For some reason I didn’t make the connection between having eggs and having an incubator, since in the dream we never used it. Also the incubator looked much bigger than the one in actuality. The one in the dream was large and tall, with a section inside for feeding and resting, roped off from the main heating room. The floor of this added room was covered in soft woodchips.
Lauren and I each had an egg. Mine was white and looked almost like a normal chicken egg, though it was so thin that it glowed from the inside, casting a red-yellowish light, strongest every time I passed a window. Lauren’s was a bright red, and very tough looking, but smooth and shiny. Hers reminded me of an agate.
We were taking very good care of these eggs, checking the birds inside with flashlights, and fawning over their growth. We tucked them into little socks, wrapping around them with velvet and placing them gently on the sunny windowsill for a rest.
It wasn’t long before we noticed something peculiar was happening. Once, as we held the eggs, we saw them undulating. At first I thought they were hatching, but to our surprise they split into two eggs. The children of the firsts looked nothing like them. They were small and resembled stones. They kept splitting, each one becoming smaller. Soon we set on the windowsill, what looked like a gem collection. Some were shiny, some looked like geodes, some were soft and rounded like sea stones. Both Lauren and I were wondering what we were supposed to do with so many eggs.
After putting our eggs to bed, Lauren, my mother, and I went for a walk on the beach. It looked so fertile and green. Grasses and bushes of every shade of green lined the beach, except for 5 feet at the waters edge, which was laced with fine grey sand. There were even trees on the beach, and we sat next to some as we rested. In front of us lay a kind of island. It too was clad in green, closer than usual, separate from us only by 10 or 20 yards. Though this closeness was not just because of the low tide. It gave me an eerie, unsettled feeling. I couldn’t stop watching it.
“I’ve always found this place so alluring, “ said my mother lazily. “It’s gorgeous, but not in a pampered, park way like Blake Gardens. Its wild here.”
My mother started to mention the great diversity of hidden wildlife, when I pointed across the water to the island. “Look!” I said, “a bear.”
We all turned our heads to where my finger led. There in the distance was a bear walking to the water. It was black with a brown chest and eyebrows, with a white muzzle and breast. The bear looked almost exactly like a Burmese mountain dog, except that it’s body was bulky like a bear.
We watched in awe as more of them came, and dear too. The first bear was slow and lethargic, locking eyes with us, unfazed. It lapped slowly at the water and yawned.
Suddenly it stood up on two legs, and began to grow! It’s body shifted from a bear’s bulky weight to a slim tall creature, barely recognizable as a bear. Before long it stood 20 feet high. Again it’s grand gaze found ours, just for a moment, and then it walked majestically toward the forest. It’s legs were like trees, swinging effortlessly, each step completely quiet. With each step its leg would sweep across the ground in the longest strides I ever saw.
The other animals too drank from the water, gave a yawn, and began to grow tall. Their bodies reformed as well, growing only slightly shorter than first.
None of us could speak, but my mother jumped up hastily, and Lauren and I followed. We ran across the shallow water, trying to reach the angelic beasts before they disappeared. I struggled most across the large mossy rocks beneath the water, as I didn’t have any shoes. I refused to run back and get them, because I knew that if I did I would miss everything.
When we reached the island, we could just see the tail end of the procession. We hurried and began to follow, but as we did buildings misted into sight. The island began to fade, and was slowly replaced by sandwich shops, roads, and cars. The two worlds became super imposed on one another…one becoming stronger, and the other weaker. We watched in horror as the beasts could no longer be seen, and all that we were left looking at was the front of a Subway.
*The dream ended here, but I was left with the understanding that the place that we had sat before allowed us to gaze into an ancient place; a world next to the one I lived it, accessible only from precious few angles. From that spot on the beach, with the sun just right, that other world could be looked at. As soon as we stepped over, and set foot on the mystic soil, that world slipped away, but still existed beneath our own world. I got the feeling that there had to be some way to cokes it back into being, so that we might be able to stand in it without frightening it away. Like a feral cat can learn to be stroked, even wild things can enjoy company.
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