a muse's dreamings

Flint and the tri-colored world

2006-11-23T22:53:00.000-08:00

Characters

The Lone Barbarian: A friend of mine of two years. Since I was a freshman. He stars as "Flint" in this dream. He looks just like himslef in real life, except Flint has all blue (skin ,teeth, hair) and wears a dark blue suit of an intruiguing shimmery material. He has a goatee and is the epitome of cool. All the girls love him.

Annoying roommates: They are the annoying roomates from last year; mission girl and completely self-absorbed girl. Not much more to say there.

Other random personages.

The scene opens with me standing in the hallway of my house. Kstar and phantom roomate live upstairs with me. Their rooms branch off the same hallway as mine. I go into Kstar's room. There I find a sea of beds, all without sheets or covers of any kind. Just plain white mattresses. Kstar and her best friend sit in on the bed in the center of the room--the only one with sheets, and therefore Kstar's personal bed. They seem to be in the middle of something, so I wave quickly and leave.
Soon it becomes apparent that I can't find my old room. I step into Phantom's room, except instead of phantom there are annoying roomates one and two. I quickly duck my head back out. Finally I get to my room, but instead of my stuff, a blond girl named Sylvia slips out. I ask her where my room is. She gives me an appraising look and says, "Oh, you must be new here. You'll want to ask Flint downstairs. He knows what's going on. " She smiles and steps back into the room.
I go downstairs and find it has turned into something very much like a hotel lobby. The floors are white marble, and I find Flint leaning casually against a fountain in the center. he smiles mischeviously when I approach, but seems to know what I'm doing here. Before even I reach the fountain, he is off, leading me down countless flights of marble stairs. As I struggle to keep up he explains my chores to me, " You're in charge of laundry baskets and diapers. No one remembers to bring diapers here, so you're in charge of distributing them." I concentrate on not falling.
Finally we reach the end of the infinite stairway. We pass through a small laundry room, and Flint opens the door on the other side. Suddenly I'm introduced to a broad avenue of light and color. it is night, but bright lights of blue, red, and green highlight the sky and reflect off the cobblestones paving the walkway. I look at Flint, but he just smiles bluely and continues to lead the way. Shops line the avenue, and there are tons of people, all, like Flint, tinted a different hue: blue, green or red. The hustle and bustle, as well as the setting, all remind me of Madrid. Foreign, beautiful, and exciting.
Almost immediatly I am drawn to a clothing shop. The front part of the shop is shaped like an octegon, a little bigger than a walk-in closet. The floors are black marble, and the clothes all hang within the sides of the octagon. Very vogue. The second part of the shop is a coffee shop. Flint goes there to meet up with some of my roomates. They fawn over him ridiculously.
Alone, I decide that I would like to be green. I go to the green clothing, and find that it is almost all taken from the Emerald City in the Wizard of Oz. Some of the costumes are quite ridiculous, but I find a nice formal one featuring long sheer sleeves. It is very classy. I put it on and immediatly turn all green. It looks good on me. I go to show Flint and the others, when a girl grabs the back of my dress. I turn to face a Red. She is wearing a very short jumper. She tosses her curls angrily. "That was my dress! I wanted that dress!" I look at her cooly and try to shrug her off, but there's no convincing her. Finally, I decide to use my energies. We lock eyes, and begin to duel. (This is the point in the dream I realize the different colors represent different energies and the different abilites to control them. I also realize that Flint is very good at this, and that i should be.)
As we lock eyes, I begin to do more showy techniques, but I'm just relying on instinct. I don't know how to use these new-found powers. Realizing this, the Red laughs at me, and breaking our connection, sits down in a wicker chair--the better to make fun of me. i look at her sitting and think,"ok, how can I use energy to hurt her?" Then I realized, of course, I could just take away her energy. I began sucking, pulling at her. When I did she turned into two red fishes. It was intruiging.(they looked rather like Swedish Fish). I sucked one dry and was halfay through the second when it, being her, begged for mercy and apologized. i liften an eyebrow, but then blew a little back into her.
Appaerntly it wasn't enough. As I stode past her to my table, she dissappeared completly. "Oops, " I think. When i get to the table, Flint looks at me appreciativly,his arms each around two girls. "Well done" he says.
That snapps me out of it. "Well done? I just killed a girl, and all you can say is well done?"
The other girls nod earnelstly. "Yes, of course" says one of them. I realize that this was a trial, and I passed, and that in this world, it was all about who you could kill. that was how you got your ranking--your "social status".
(ok, time for a dream idiosyncracy. i have no idea where this earring came from.) I pick up my earing rom the table top and look at my companions. "No. This can't be right. Killing is not ok. " I hold up the earing. "This used to have two small fish on it," I said, holding up the left to compare, "Now it has nothing. I will wear this earring from now on to remind me of the evils of killing."
I then turn and march from the café. It takes me a few seconds to realize the population of the entire town is following, led by Flint himself. They are begging, pleading with me not to be rash, not to do anything stupid. I reach the end of the boulevard. It is like a mall and has two gates for exits. I realize that the gates are a way out of this messed up world. I try to get through, but they are locked. I manipulate my energy so that I become infitesimally skinny, but then realize the bolts bars have been nailed into the frame of the door. No matter how skinny I get, I can't go through solid material. I turn back to the villagers. But now they are crowding into the dead end by packs, and soon they will turn violent. I do the only thing that can be done, and fall to my knees, clasp my hands by my chest, fingers pointing heavenward, face gazing up, and pray. I pray that it could all be taken from me, that I could escape this ghastly world.
Immediatly the world's inhabitants are struck to the ground, their many forms crawling into the half-moons of the fetal position. Slowly they transform into what they truly are,or what they had been. I turn to Flint, the nearest to me. He has lost his beautiful coat, his magical color. Now he doesn't even have a shirt and his skinny white back is towards me, pocked with scars and red open wounds. I grab his hand ans he stands up. The wounds are all over his body, and he has lost all his hair. His scalp is dry and flaking. I look at him, his hand still in my own. I bend my knees and launch! us into the air, leaving the crescent-shaped bodies behind. We fly out of the boulevard, out of the bubble of the world, into the sky. The last vision of the dream is us flying into the endless sea of stars.

2006-11-14T11:55:00.000-08:00

yeah...this isn't a dream blog. I'm a bad person.

I'm skipping dance class... again. This makes my ninth absence. It's quite amazing. If my teacher doesn't let me make it up, I will fail the class. I don't know how I've accumulated so many absences--some of them came from being dreadfully ill, one came from being out-of -town, but you must ask yourslef. Nine?! I'm beginning to worry about myself again. New rule: I am not allowed to come home until classes are over. Sigh. I only wish new rules worked in retrospective.

Novemer 6

2006-11-09T21:11:00.000-08:00

Not one of my more impressive dreams...

Note: my dreams are like films, so at times you will here me discussing camera angles, points of view, and cuts.

Characters:
Claire--my grade school friend. We met in first grade and were inseperable. In jr. high we grew apart. It wasn't until college I realized what a bitch she was. For some reason, I dream about her a lot.

Mrs. Gunner-- first came into my life as my fourth grade teacher. She was a menace. People moved schools just to avoid having her as a teacher: I think she's the only person in history to assign nine-year-olds an extensive research project. My success in school is mostly due to her. She was also my Spanish teacher in seventh grade. My Spanish improved a ton that year.

Claire and I are at University. We are living in our cars because we couldn't get housing on time. They are prked in an empty lot. I have a big white suberban with beige cloth interior. The paint has gone soft in some of the places, and hard pieces of chaff, remnants of the road trip it took to get there, have caught in it. We pick it out, scuffing our hands in the business. Claire has a white little four-door. It is better quality, and the paint is still smooth. The interior is black cloth.
An early gray dawn. I roll out of my car to find Claire crying in the passanger seat of hers. Apparently she misses her mother. I am concerned, but leave for class when one of her other friends comes along. I don't want to be late for class. Mrs. Gunner is teaching.
Our classroom is located in a gray, industrial place. Now I think of it, it actually remids me alot of the butchery we played Sardines in on Halloween. Everything is metal. Metal fileing cabinets on the walls, shiney metal tables, etc. I have to sit on the floor, so Mrs. Gunner towers over me. She yells at me for my inablity to cook (which is quite real). I tell her I don't want to learn to cook--ever. I enjoy the rebellion.
Cut to the next scene. I am still sitting on the floor, but this time we are in the hallway outside the classroom. For some reason I have to go back and forth under a chair which leads to a narrow passage way. Mrs. Gunner orders me to go back and forth three times. I am putting something together for her. (that part's a little hazy).
I finish whatever I'm doing. I come to a heavy metal door behind which Mrs. Gunner and the lunch lady are scuttling around, doing something inspecific. The door looks like it belongs to a walk-in refrigerator, but instead of the usual identifying sign there is a metal flip chart: "Innapropriate Questions--ask here", "Come here for selected poems", "Kitchen". I don't go in. Instead, I go around the corner and grab something posted on the bulliten board there.
When i return to the cars that day, Claire tells me Mrs. Guinner saw where we live. She couldn't say anything about it, as it didn't go directly against university poicy, but she made a nasty comment. Something along the lines of "I should call your parents". My response was, "Screw her, we're not in fourth grade anymore".

There is an incredibly hot guy sitting across from me right now

2006-11-09T20:45:00.000-08:00

and I don't want to leave the library. I've offically closed my other blog, but I had to express myself somewhere. He's got the long-beak nose I have always found so attractive, along with the rumpled academic look. He stares at his computer screen intently, mouth slightly open. In fact, he is staring so intently, he doesn't notice my coy yet oh-so-passive looks at him. And now I'm staring quite openly, as I'm trying to describe him. Still, nothing. Ooh, and he has scruff. So hot.

By the by, I had given up on blogging, but due to popular demand, (namely, Kelsey) I will be posting a dream on here as soon as I get home. Sadly, that time comes more quickly thanI would like. Did I mention he has grey eyes with a hint of green? They look very nice with his dark grey shirt. So, yes. Dreams will be posted. Its just that, I kind of get bored writing down my dreams because i've already experienced them. But perhaps my need for recognition as an outstanding dreamer will vanquish my inherit laziness.

And he has the most perfect earlobes I've ever seen.