A Tremendous Number of Dragons (and other dreams, too)
Level of Lucidity: N/A Level of Cohesiveness:
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Lucid Intent? No
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Side note: I have been too generally bored or uninclined to record my dreams. Here's my attempt at getting some of them on record. The dragon dream is from this past night, but the others are in no particular order.
A Tremendous Number of Dragons: The dream seems to start off in my current house. I notice that every time I look out a window I see the front end of a semi truck. The first couple of times I thinks it's just a coincidence or sorts. Then, when I realize that the trucks are also just outside the windows of the upper floor does it make me think about them differently. They seem to be looking in on me, the damn things, and this had me worried. For some reason I am aware that there are some people who are looking for me. One of them is a woman in a business suit sort of skit and jacket ensemble. She has a male companion with her, and another person who is waiting by a vehicle parked in the drive way. Although the house is my current one, the outside is the outside of the neighborhood I used to live in when I was little, and lived with my parents.
With all the trucks staring in at me I was at fist looking for a place to hide. I don't want these people to get me. I don't recall why I felt I needed to avoid them. At last I get the idea that I can't stay in the house, because eventually they're going to get the idea to come in after me. I have what I think is a good idea to get me out of trouble. I find a place where the trucks can't see me. I guess I began to think of the trucks are living entities. I am standing between my bed and closet and transform myself physically into a man. I figure in this way the people outside will never recognize me. I decide, after my transformation is complete to come down stairs and ask what they want as if I didn't know.
So I open the door and the woman and the man are there right to see me. The woman asked to see me right away. I say, as if I was indeed someone else, that I was not at home and that I had no idea when I would get back. I figure this would be the end of that, and the woman and the two men would just leave.( The trucks were no where to be seen, but in the dream I did not actually observe this. )
This answer seemed to anger the woman, and I realize that a communication had taken place between the man and woman, and the woman had commanded that I be killed. The man removes something from his jacket, it appears to be a shiney piece of wire in which he intends to strangle me with it. I am taller than the man in this form and I have the knowledge that I could, if I had wanted to, easily thrawt this attack, but this didn't seem like a good idea. I thought that it would probably be best if I went along with this and merely pretended to struggle and then to die. I forget all the detail but it would appear I did this well enough to make them beilieve I was dead, and left slumped on the front step. The woman and the man began to discuss something heatedly. Apparently this was a serious annoyance. I attempted to understand what the fuss was about, but it was no good. I also wondered when they would finally leave and I could stand back up again.
I could tell they had walked back towards the drive way, but they lingered still talking to each other. I began to get bored, and decided it was okay to stand up now. I stand up thinking they would immediately notice and maybe try to shoot me or something. I was not worried about that. I thought to myself that this is my opportunity to do something to keep them from coming back. I am pretty sure they still had no idea who I was. My intent was to give them a terrible scare by transforming myself into a dragon and maybe smooshing their vehicle. The ground speeds away from me as I get bigger and bigger, (I would guess my head was up as high as a telephone pole). The woman and the two men take notice.
I roar and scream at them and gnash my teeth in what I hoped was a display of terrible rage. I looked down at the vehicle and thought about crunching it in my teeth but I worried that I might hurt myself and instead picked it and and thought about just crushing it, but I felt it was a waste of a good car, and ended up just dropping it. It was fairly badly damaged anyway. I forget what the people were doing at this point, but I felt that I wasn't getting my point across, so leapt into the air so they could get a good look at me from up in the air with my wings spread out. THAT, I figure, should really impress them, and perhaps they wouldn't ever come back here again. It's important that I didn't want to actually hurt them.
Up in the air and looking back down at them I become distracted when all of the sudden there are all these other dragons around. Quite a lot of them, too. I would say there were at least between 10 and 15. Some of them had more than one head, I think I remember them all being pale blue, but all of them were looking up at me with their mouths gaping and snapping. I still was not worried, though I was definitely surprised. For a while I fight with the other dragons, but I am bigger than any of them and even though I am out numbered they don't seem to get a leg up on me anyway.
I don't remember anymore of that dream.
Horned Finger- In this dream I am in a house with my mother. We're cleaning the house. For some reason I get something wound around my right index finger and it's very tight. I can't unwind the thing easily and it begins to cut off the circulation painfully in my finger. At this point my finger begins to grow weird deformed points from it, that look like thorns made of flesh, and also wire like hairs grow from it, too. It looks very ugly and my mother is close by and I had not wanted her to see it, and when she looked my way I covered up my hand with the other. I explained that this happens every time my finger gets wound up in something. (in dream memory this has happened before). Once I finally get the string off my finger the bizarrre horns and hairs go away quickly. I think to myself that I will be more careful and not to let that happen again, least the next time it's permanent.
It's weird. I was prepared to write down lots of dream here, but suddenly I can't remember them now. This happens really frequestly though. It's almost as if by design. As soon as I want to record the dream I begin to forget it, where as so long as I don't write it down, I hand on to it. Seems to be contradictory. I will try to write them again later.
