Date of dream: Friday, March 31, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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A Mackinac Island dream. Kind of stupid though. :/
This was from a while before I woke up and I couldn't take good notes so it's unfortunately vague. In fact it took me a while to realize that I'd even BEEN on Mackinac Island. There seemed to be some stuff before this, but my memory picked up with me being with maybe Ma, and maybe somebody else, standing on the shore road looking up at Arch Rock from below. Arch Rock was MASSIVE, and seemed closer than it really is; we were looking up at the big projecting side of the arch which has the Sanilac Arch contained within it (a smaller arch beneath the big one--you can only see it from a certain angle, where the rock pretzels around on itself). There was wooden fence built at least to both sides of Arch Rock since this projecting part was coming way down, but the fence didn't seem to be right in front of it--just to the sides. I wondered if this was newly erected like the fence now surrounding Skull Cave to keep away tourists who were once allowed to wander within it. :( Well, Arch Rock has long been off limits anyway, and it's not like I planned to climb it. I seemed to be looking at a guidebook, but maybe it was just the camera I was holding. I was taking pictures with our Canon digital camera.
As I looked up at the rock, Ma and whoever else possibly chattering, I glanced further north, then a little bit south, then back north. I might have spotted Robinson's Folly even though I don't believe that's possible from there. I just remembered that I wanted to look for the place where the Fairy Arch (see "In Search Of The Fairy Arch") once stood before it was demolished--maybe it left some rubble on the bluff? I would have to remember to do that before we left. I was trying to determine exactly where along the bluff it would be. I turned back to Arch Rock and decided to take some pictures.
I moved closer, to the left, and craned my arms around to try to get a good shot. There was some odd greenish stone here. It was...this is hard to describe. It was rough but kind of worn down...like smooth pitted rock. It looked kind of like if you'd take batter or something malted and let it ooze and spread out and it would just harden that way before going flat. It was to the left of and kind of "behind" the Sanilac Arch (I took note of this formation as well, thinking, "Oh yeah!--there's the Sanilac Arch"); it's like I would have been standing much higher up the bluff though I was still on the ground. There were trees and undergrowth above and behind this. This section of rock coming out of the ground, like it was just oozing down around the arches, was like dark green and mottled black. I took a picture or at least readied myself to. And I believe I spotted some more similar rock, only maybe standing upright, and took pictures of that too. I hadn't noticed this odd type of rock ever before so it captured my interest. (My position in this part of the dream was such that it was like the fence no longer existed. *shrug*)
I remembered only after taking a bunch of photos that I hadn't tried the zoom lens yet. I started using this, in real life, only AFTER my last trip to the island, and wonder if I should try it the next time to get better shots. The only drawback is I tend to take shots in BOTH modes so I would spend more time taking pictures! >_< And that was kind of the problem in the dream. "Ohh, I wish I'd remembered this earlier!" I complained. I wanted to kind of go back and retake my earlier photos with the zoom lens but that would of course take too much time, so I was kind of disappointed that I'd forgotten. :/ Oh well...I wondered if I should try using it now, but the anal-retentive part of me was thinking, "I didn't take zoom before, I shouldn't now!" I didn't definitely decide though.
I attempted taking a shot of something in this vicinity, possibly the odd greenish stone. I couldn't get a good angle though so I kept turning the camera around--landscape style?--or portrait? I finally found that if I turned the camera at a kind of diagonal angle I could get a decent shot, and even though I don't like taking pictures at angles like that, I shot one anyway. BUT--only at the last moment did I notice the corner of the fence cutting in just a tad on the left (so now the fence was back, just in a different location). *sigh* I considered retaking the shot, but I guess I didn't care enough to do so.
This part of the dream is even vaguer, I'm afraid, and I really don't remember it. In fact I almost didn't take note of it. But it must have been in the same dream. I seemed to be at Devil's Kitchen now--way on the OTHER shore of the island--because there was this big sea cave and I was crawling/climbing around in it, and that's the only cave big enough to do so where it's still allowed (at least, as of my last visit there--maybe they've fenced it off too :( ). It seemed bigger and more open than in reality. And I can't think of why I would be CRAWLING but I did seem to be. I reached in/up to touch the water-worn stone and wondered if I should pick up a small rock to take home with me; I think I decided against it. I felt some awe for some reason, just touching the stone. I think I wanted to crawl around more.
There was an additional bit, which gives this dream its title, which I really don't remember. But for some reason I seemed to now be cracking jokes and pretending I was the stone itself--brecciated limestone--and I was acting all snarky and superior. I think (but am not sure) that I was having the breccia talk as if it were better than all other stones, maybe because it's been around so long, and it saw the glaciers and the lakes and this and that, etc. etc.; it was very obnoxious for sentient rock. ^_^ I was trying to make Ma and whoever else was with us (Dianne B. (old friend/classmate)?) laugh, but they seemed to just give me odd looks, like, "Whatever." My take on breccia really had an attitude problem, I guess. I have no clue why I was doing this. O_o
No recent real-life associations other than my interest in having Mackinac Island dreams.
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Date of dream: Thursday, March 30, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Vague since it was yesterday and I took no notes.
There was a lot more to this but I don't remember it by now. This was from an hour before waking up. I know I was outside a lot doing things and Dad was around, but I forget most of what was going on. My memory only vaguely picks up as soon as I noticed that thunderclouds were rolling in and lightning was beginning to flash. My attention was drawn to the trees. It was our maple trees surrounding the house, but in my dream they were immense, larger than life, just these huge gigantic maple trees. It seemed to be summer and I believe they had leaves but when I would look up into them they seemed to be bare; dream confusion. It was nice and warm outside but of course getting ready to storm. I was partly worried and knew I should get inside, but I was kind of excited too because it looked beautiful to me.
I kept wandering around the front yard and the pavement. I can't remember if it actually started raining or not; I didn't seem to get wet, at least. It's also like night was starting to fall, almost like in a "darkness falling" dream. I kept glancing at the sky and seeing brilliant flashes of lightning, just gorgeous, abnormally bright and colorful. It was still light/overcast out but there were these black rolling clouds in the west. It's like the sky was dark and light at once. Dad might have advised me to come inside. I started to, but then got distracted and wanted to wait outside a bit longer. I knew a very bad storm was moving in and I was anticipating it. I think then I might have worried about it knocking down branches, and I remembered that the county (?) was supposed to cull some of them from the trees lately. I looked up at the trees nearest the corner of the road and frowned to myself. "No, they never did," I murmured, then blinked and looked again.
I spotted, way up on a huge branch/section jutting westward, a sort of ring in the bark...hard to describe. It was almost like there was bark, then a barren section where the bark had been removed, then the bark again, and the barren section was in the form of a ring several inches wide. It seemed bigger, almost like the bark around it was merely floating over the surface of the branch, but that's what it was supposed to be, a section of bark that had been stripped in a ring pattern to indicate the branch to be culled. I'm guessing this was how they did it. It was kind of like this itself helped cut off the branches, and like it was also just a way of indicating which branches to cut off. So it would seem that the job had been only half done. But I said, "Oh. I guess they did do it after all," with some surprise. I think another branch nearby was similarly marked, though not identical. This is where I noticed that the trees seemed to be bare. The branches were stark gray and jutting, all angles, harsh looking against the sky. The trees didn't really SEEM to be much taller than the ones in real life, but looking up at them they just seemed so utterly gigantic. I do know that the branches at least were much bigger and wider than in real life.
The wind and such were picking up and I was anxious that these stripped branches would topple. (Compare to my "Ice-Top Sky" dreams and "The Tree Finally Falls.") I knew it would be wisest to get inside. Still I hesitated, and glanced toward the sky again to try to see a more impressive flash of lightning. The dream is too faded for me to adequately describe the setting or how it made me feel. "Anticipation" is the strongest word I can think of.
Dad did play more of a part in this, in suggesting that I get inside and then possibly being there when and if I did finally go in. And there was more but I both can't remember it and can't quite capture it, so I guess that's it.
The morning before this dream, I had gone outside and seen sap dripping from high in the trees, especially the one in our front yard, spattering in the yard like drops of rain; I held my hand beneath it and licked it off after it dripped. I've never noticed this before. The sap drips from way high up in the branches and my view of these must have influenced the dream, since they're high and bare. I found this interesting. Then bad news came in the mail and ruined the rest of my day. -_-
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Date of dream: Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Eegh. O_o
This dream meanders a bit and is out of order so I'll recount it in the order that makes the most sense. It's from my nap, which was taken while the Weather Channel was on. I took no notes so it's faded several hours later.
I was at home and a lot of people seemed to be wandering around--my brother among them, so perhaps they were his friends. I didn't seem anxious, but I felt a little inconvenienced, I believe. The time of the dream is hazy. It was somewhat light outside but I can't determine whether it was evening or early morning. Based on what happened later it would seem to have been evening, but it felt kind of like both. :/
Anyway, the house was busy. At some point I heard them talking about some state getting a bunch of snow dumped on them (Weather Channel carryover) and I thought/said, "WHICH state--?" I looked at the TV and they said it was Colorado--I saw Colorado on the map, but I'm not sure if that's where it really is. It seemed very southward, near Nevada and Arizona and stuff, so I wondered why they tended to get snow but those other places didn't. "Yeah, COLORADO," I said. "Where they EXPECT this kind of stuff!" The TV then showed footage of lots of...um...Coloradans?...running out of buildings and into the snow to enjoy it. Most were wearing winter clothes, but a lot of them had NO SLEEVES--their arms were bare! Here they are running out happily in hats and bulky coats and--no sleeves! :/ First I saw one girl who was either sleeveless or just not wearing a coat. "Wha--? Look at that bimbo!" I exclaimed to Ma or whoever was nearby. (Ma was also present; Dad didn't seem to be.) "Stupid moron isn't wearing any sleeves!" Then I saw more people without them, and I concluded that Coloradans must just be idiots. The weather people were chatting cheerily about all this as weather people tend to do, ha ha ha, hee hee hee. Very annoying.
I went out and I guess I was using the computer online. I can't recall what I was doing but I was trying to do several things at once. I noticed, I think, that it was doing a virus scan or an update or something and for some reason I tried to disconnect and stop it but I couldn't. That might come in a moment, though. I wandered away from the computer (the house lights were on) and went to the front window for some reason, peering outside.
It was brown and bare outside, like it is in real life, except all the patches of snow seemed to be gone. I think maybe it was supposed to be slightly later in the year than it is now, but the leaves come out in May, so it must have been April or something. *shrug* In any case, it was a little dim outside, and all brown and ugly; I looked to the left and spotted a huge black feather in the ditch. Instantly I felt dismayed. "Oh no," I murmured, then my eyes scanned the ditch a bit further, spotting another big black feather, then another, and more. "Oh no," I said again; then I saw the big black crow's corpse lying in the ditch further to the right, and I felt miserable. "Oh no!" I hurried from the window lest some sort of animal come along and carry it off. It was obviously dead, and had been for a bit (I think its eyes were missing), but I felt so sorry for it. It was lying on the bank of the ditch with its head toward the house and its wings outspread. It was a very big black crow, maybe like the size of a small cat. I wanted to dispose of it properly so it wouldn't just be lying out there.
I hurried to the computer to try to log off but I noticed that I'd been dallying at the window so long that it was now around 8:40-something AM (okay, so now the dream was taking place in the MORNING), which meant that the automatic virus scan had started over forty minutes ago, and I would have to restart the dumb thing because that scan always bogs the computer down! And for some reason it wouldn't allow me to log off! I tried double-clicking on the monitor icons but it kept denying me the ability to disconnect; I remember the colors red and black. I tried doing it from the desktop by right-clicking on the connect icon somehow but nothing was working. Ma showed up and I pointed the computer out to her and begged, "Can you get this thing disconnected?? Please?? I'm in a hurry and I have to get outside RIGHT NOW!" I really stressed that. I think I might have had a couple of Windows open so I didn't want her to close those, I just wanted her to disconnect it because I couldn't think of how. She was a little peeved but sat down and set to work; I dashed outside, then realized that I hadn't anything on my feet, and I wanted the digital camera too, to take pictures of the dead crow. o_o I ran back inside and slipped on my sandals or boots or something, and went to get the camera. Somewhere in here I was distracted for a while because I remember thinking, "I just told Ma I had to get outside RIGHT NOW! So why am I dawdling--?"
As I swept past Ma again--I don't think she was having any success disconnecting, either--I said, "I want you to come out with me as soon as you're done." Because I wanted her to see the dead crow, too. It just seemed important. :/ She seemed a bit more peeved, but she never got mad. It was more a feeling of, "Why are you having ME do all this??" I went outside--I noticed that it had gotten darker, and I puzzled over how abruptly this had happened--turned the corner, and went hurrying across the north side of the lawn, toward the ditch.
I slowed down as I neared it and my feelings of pity started shifting into feelings of fear. The dead crow was still there...but it was no longer a large dead crow. It was a HUMONGOUS dead crow, maybe the size of a pony! What's more...there were at least two OTHER dead crows lying in the ditch with it, also grossly huge in size...and north of them, in the end of the ditch, were the bones of yet MORE huge dead crows, ribcages and such jutting out of the ground and jumbled in a mess. Our ditch now seemed like some graveyard for insanely gigantic crows!
I slowly turned from them, camera forgotten, and started to step toward the long driveway. I spotted now two tall...somethings...jutting vertically, upright, from the yard. I know they were parts of dead bodies. But they didn't match any crow anatomy that I know of. I would have to say they were spinal columns of some sort, but they were really big--like maybe with ribcages attached--and had some sort of big flat flaring bones toward the top, almost like shoulderblades or pelvic bones. Just really weird things standing upright like sculptures. Two of them, side by side. I moved nervously past these. Weird thoughts started entering my mind like this was a Lovecraftian story of mine or something and I was thinking things like, "What will I entitle it? 'The Terror From Something-Or-Other'--?" I briefly felt fascination and curiosity like I was making this all up or seeing it secondhand, but then I guess I remembered it was real, for I reached the driveway and started jogging back toward the house, now thinking, "OhmyGod, ohmyGod, ohmyGod!!"
As I ran up the driveway, I looked toward the woods to the south and saw scattered ribs and bones all throughout them, giant crow bones...
I turned away--"OhmyGod, ohmyGod!!"--and dashed back inside the house, now thoroughly freaked out. I think I nearly bowled Ma over as she was coming outside to join me. I ended up taking no pictures of the corpses because not only was I afraid of the size of those things, and that there might be more just waiting to sweep down from the sky--but I also agonized over what must have KILLED them!! o_o;;; It had to be HORRIFIC to kill crows of that size!
I dashed past Ma and into the dining room. It grows hazy here. I think I dropped to my knees and started huddling in on myself, shaking and whimpering in fear. Maybe I was hugging my blanket. Someone was crouching on the floor next to me, drawing pictures or taking pictures or doing something, and I believe it was Tieng H., a Vietnamese student I vaguely knew (but never interacted with) in high school. He was whimpering too, saying little things under his breath as he feverishly did whatever he was doing. I knew that he too had seen the giant crows and was now freaking out. I hoped somebody would notice us and ask us what had happened, though I wasn't sure how I would answer! We both just crouched here in the middle of the dining room, whimpering and shaking.
Please compare this dream to "The Ostrich In The Ditch, The Ostrich In The Ditch..." Crows have no particular significance for me. There was a SLIGHT possible element of "darkness falling" in how the light had faded as soon as I ran outside--I noticed this even in the dream. I find it odd how even in the middle of my panicking I started thinking of stupid things like what I would title this if it were a story. And toward the end, I was almost acting more freaked out than I really was, in order to elicit attention and pity, though I really WAS scared. Tieng, I have no clue why he showed up, if that was in fact him. I did read his name recently in an OLD dream of mine, but even back then he had no significance I'm aware of.
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