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𝔄 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡. 𝔇𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔡𝔞𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔱.

📷 ℑ𝔤𝔬𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔠𝔷

[mal-puesto]

[in-betweendreams]

4th february, 2013

a previously safe land (the heath near my home) had been colonised by all sorts of animals. they lived in tribes, and were mostly hostile. we had to make our way to the other side of the lake. it was getting dark out, and we knew it would be much more dangerous after sun down. there was an elephant nearby running a "taxi" of sorts. my friends were afraid of him -- they didn't trust him -- but i knew it was our best hope. we climbed on the elephant's back (there were 3 of us at the time), and he waded into the water. fully submerged, we were only just able to keep dry. he was humming a song which i recognised as the saddest landscape. with this shared interest, i came to trust him, and we talked about music as he traversed the lake.

he dropped us off on the other side: a dark forest full of tall trees. another tribe lived there, and we were very nervous. the elephant said goodbye and i told him, "keep listening to the saddest landscape." we began to move east through the forest. my friends decided to play a prank and call the elephant back. he was very annoyed to find he had walked all the way back through the forest for nothing. i apologised -- he understood. again, we set off. soon the forest opened up, and we came to a city.

it was a beautiful, white, empty city, like a giorgio de chirico painting -- all grand structures, pillars, arcs, domed rooves. along the street were some very tall, white apartments, with victorian exteriors. the sun was passing through a set of pillars. i lamented that i had not brought my camera, but it was such a dangerous journey, it probably would have got smashed anyway. i took out my phone and tried to take a picture of the setting sun, but i kept moving ever so slightly so that the sun was hidden by a pillar. eventually, i gave up.

our group had grown. we now had a leader -- a tall woman. she led us into the only populated shop in the city. they seemed to be one of those knick-knack shops you get in small towns. it was a crowded shop. the owners were a husband and wife, and they had a young man helping out. his name was derek. derek came to help us at one of the displays. they looked a little like pocky sticks, but with white cotton instead of chocolate. they could be used to summon eagle steeds. our leader wanted eagles with voice control for a few specific members of our group, but there were only 2 available. she suggested they could use elephants, or giant lizards, instead, but we all settled for eagles.

part two

i was in a huge office building with a friend, a very tall boy. we were searching for information, and trying to blend in. but the boss of the company had spotted us. he didn't want any one else to know we were in the building, but determined to catch us. twice, he cornered us, but my friend turned us invisible. the first time, our persuer was too close for us to slip away, so my friend jabbed him in the face. the second time, we managed to skirt around him and run off.

we moved round the office building, snatching up any pieces of information which looked useful. i ended up with a small stack of papers. we arrived in a long, thin computer room with a meeting room adjacent. there were connecting doors at the head and foot of the room. but our persuer had found us. we could not vanish, as there was a particular piece of information we sought, and invisibility hindered our search. so we ran from one room to another, trying to evade the man after us. we entered the meeting room at the bottom door, and as it shut behind us, i spotted what we were after: the address of a man named george. it was written on a building plan, attached to the back of the door. i ripped off the address and we raced off.

exhausted and afraid, we found a small room in which to catch our breath. it was dark, as the sun was going down. there were two beanbags in the room. the door locked, but we didn't want to draw attention to ourselves with the telltale click, so i positioned myself with my back against the door. we set in the near-darkness for a few minutes, when i spotted a set of posters on the floor -- types of birds, published by the rspca. i really wanted to take them with us, but couldn't fold them, so i placed them on the roof below us, for easy collection later.

i turned back to my friend, and we talked for a while. when i looked back out the window, i saw the wind had blown the posters into the courtyard below. i was very disappointed, as it was crawling with people, making it impossible to retrieve. my friend had an idea. i begged him to reconsider, but he wouldn't listen. he shape-shifted into an obsidian nightwing, and plummeted from the window. the air caught his wings, and as he swooped over the ground, and picked up the papers. i ran from the room, eager to find him again.

i wandered round outside the building by myself. in my hands, was a small statue of a stag, mounted on a wooden base. the office complex bordered on the beautiful, empty city. the edge of the building clearly took after the architecture of the city, almost like it was being infected. i walked into a large, pillared space, with a gold dome roof. the interior was decorated with paintings. i flew up to the top of the roof and place the statue i carried in one of the alcoves.

[in-betweendreams]

30th november, 2012

in the first part, there was a transwoman in a restaurant talking to a man. even though she had quite a masculine appearance, she had a way with words and entralled people. she had red hair in a bob style.

then i was in a wintry maze with my family and cousins. sometimes there were bags hanging on the walls. i thought i took my bag off and hung it up. i was wearing sunglasses, even though they weren't prescription.

after a while we got to a theatre and decided to watch the film. i was annoyed because i didn't have my glasses so couldn't see it properly, but then i realised i had my bag all along.

then i was on some sort of battleground. me and a few others were standing at a vantage point, picking off enemies. i used a sniper rifle. then the difficulty level stepped up. our team had more players, but the enemies had missile launchers and other powerful weapons. our vantage point converted into a bunker with a small window. missiles were being fired at us. a few of our allies were down in the field, including the sniper character from tf2 (i've never played tf2 so no idea why). at first, he made far more kills than me, but soon i had stepped up my game and was managing to keep up.

after the battleground was clear, we headed down to an entrance to another maze. there were black machines, possibly servers, lining the walls. this maze was more dangerous, and had enemies in it. it was not wintry like the first maze. with our weapons at the ready, we entered the maze. it was the sniper at front (not a good idea for a sniper?). then some extremely hyperactive person who continually ran from the front to the back, mostly hanging around in 2nd, then myself. we got pretty far through the maze, then came to a series of rooms, and eventually toilets. since i was so far ahead, i was ready to move on before the others even caught up.

there was a door to the outside. i went out. adjacent was a graveyard, except there were only a few gravestones and they were all arranged in a circle, facing inwards. i was standing in what seemed to be a parking lot, but it was very overgrown, and had something like an orchard growing to my right. there were 2 other people out there with me. i walked over to the trees and spotted a snake. i watched it for a bit, before it got nervous and tried to strike me. i headed back indoors.

everyone was in the toilets. i was getting impatient. i told them: "at this rate i'm going to be dead before obama's baby is born" (?).

after this there was some sort of exchange with someone who i didn't want to talk to. they were trying to reason with me, but i was adament to avoid them. for some reason, worf from star trek was there (i've never watched star trek). he kept changing shape, slightly, and then colour (he ended up yellow). i was running further and further away to avoid this person, whilst worf tried to reason with me. i ran and was suddenly in my garden from back home. i climbed up onto the shed. worf tried to warn me, but i vanished, to who knows where.

then there was the transwoman again. it was like a movie. i don't know where i went or what happened to me; i wasn't in this part of the dream.

[in-betweendreams]

14th june, 2012

in the first bit of the dream, i was an actor on a film set. i think we must have been doing a stunt thing or something, because we were in a huge, white room, where the walls were covered with this bouncy soft material. the floor dipped inwards, and there was loads of this soft material. in the material were hundreds of tiny model people. i joked that they were all models of people in the film.

after that i went through into one of the other rooms. there were many of those huge white rooms, and at the end was a sports hall. there were some people learning to play tennis. the floor was really slippery, but i just managed to slide past them. i did a lot of spinning.

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in the second bit of the dream, i was with my family and cousins in this beautiful valley. it was quite shallow, and dipped towards the centre. the ground was covered with beautiful flowers and plants, especially gorse. i remember it being predominantly purple. it was night time, but the stars and moon were so bright that we could easily see. we could see all the colours of space: purple, blue, orange, and i took an amazing photo.

[in-betweendreams]

14th march, 2012

i was going on holiday with my (real) family. before i went to join them, however, i was staying in what looked like a youth hostel, except it felt like i was a prisoner there or something. in the loft were rooms where we slept. there were no furnishings -- we were expected to sleep on the floor -- and the rooms were windowless. my room was in the centre of the loft against the roof, so it had a sloping ceiling.

when i was sleeping my (dream, ahah) boyfriend came to me, except i did not recognise him because he was a werewolf. i was scared at first, but i realised that although he had lost some of his mind in the transition, he didn't want to hurt me. in fact, when i lay down on the floor to sleep, he lay down beside me so as to protect me. i felt him scratch me in my sleep and i was worried he might have made me a werewolf too.

the next morning, i was downstairs in the food hall. it was a large room with wooden walls. there were many tables at which sat people the same age as me and younger. to the left side of the room was a balcony, which i assumed lead up to the loft. the room was packed with people. i sat down with a few friends, and we talked over breakfast. towards the end, a girl at the table opposite me (who was sat alone) turned to talk to me.

a few days earlier, i had made a tumblog with a username relating to mlp:fim. i don't watch the show, i just thought it would be funny for some reason. the girl who spoke to me was a brony, i guess, and she was quite keen on making me give up the url. she told me it was their right to have the url. before she said that, i had been considering giving it up, but she regarded herself as so entitled that i refused.

i was kind of light-hearted about it, which annoyed her. she wasn't exactly asking for a fight herself, but she was annoying me and i was being very aggressive. i leapt over the table and dragged her to the floor. she was wearing a long necklace; i pulled it off and started to choke her with it. everyone was crowded round to watch the fight, so our jailers (presumably) couldn't get through to break it up. i revelled in the violence.

later, i was up in the loft. the girl was there too. we were on okay terms, considering the fight (which was kinda one-sided). she approached me about the url again, though i was determined not to give it to her. she also wanted her necklace back, which i had taken from her in the fight. it had a large, golden cross on it. i told her if she gave up on the url, i would give it back to her, but she wanted something else, too.

it was then that i met up with my parents. we were supposed to be in a holiday house, but it looked like just a regular terrace. i stayed for a while and we later had dinner. my dad said we would have curry the next day. we then walked to a nearby car park. it was empty except for a large, tile mural. i was tasked with checking the tiles were secure, but i thought it was a stupid thing to do, so i went off in search of the girl's mystery item.

i walked a long way, down to the sea. it was low tide when i arrived, so i could climb down to the gravel shore. i got into the water and swam round for a bit, but there was an automatic machine gun floating about which shot at me. i had to keep ducking under the water. when i finally made it back to the shore, the machine gun was turned round at an awkward angle, so when it fired, the shots ricocheted back at it, disabling it.

i got back into the water to look for the mystery item, but there had been a small polar bear sitting on the gun which was now very angry. it jumped off, and the gun sank, i tried to swim after it in case the mystery item was a part of the gun, but the polar bear attacked me and scratched my leg pretty badly.

i got out of the water, but it was now high tide, and there was no easy way up the rocks. i was bleeding quite badly. the sky was now grey and it was getting dark. i climbed up onto the rocks, but they were wet and slimy, and i kept slipping and hurting myself more. eventually, i got back up onto the path. i jogged some of the way -- absolutely exhausted, but still in a rush for some reason -- but didn't recognise the path back to the house. i remembered it being flat, but it sloped. it was surrounded by trees.

seeing no other way, i ran up the path. i was so tired and in pain, but i didn't stop. i realised it was the right path when i saw the terraced houses at the top. i was standing in an open spot which was gravelled. to my left, there was a man working on his car. i ran into the centre of the open spot, but i was so tired that i knew i was going to pass out.

i came to quite quickly, but i was too tired to move. i waited for the man to come help me, but he carried on working on his car. i hurt so much, especially since i fell onto the gravel. after a few minutes, i heard the man come over to me (i still couldn't see). he helped me up and i went back home. my parents were eating curry out of hats.

[in-betweendreams]

12th march, 2012

i had this dream through the eyes of a boy i don't know. i was going on holiday with my dream-family. we were at the airport, when i flipped out. i couldn't control myself. i started attacking people, and when i finally calmed down, i was so ashamed that i ran off. i was running down the road through town. the sky was grey and dark, and people stopped to watch as i ran past. there were no cars on the roads; everything seemed to be still.

i turned into a monster, a big black demon of immeasureable strength. i had been cursed. i would live as this demon, completely out of myself, killing everyone i came across. if i ever stopped killing, and let a single person live, the curse would be undone and i would return to myself.

i don't know how long i remained a demon, but whilst walking through a forest i came across a huge web. there was an old woman walking past it; she didn't see me. for some reason, it did not cross my (or the demon's, or whatever) mind to attack her. it was instinct to just leave her and walk past.

actually, i think it was years that i had been trapped, because my dream-parents told me so when i returned. they didn't seem to think i had died, more like they knew i would return one day, and that it was just a matter of time. as a demon, the soul of my dream-younger brother had been trapped with me. when i changed back, his soul was released and we came home together.

afterwards (not sure if it was the same dream or something else), i was walking through some damp tunnels dug out of rock. we were searching for something. i had a lantern, and was leading a group towards some rooms. we looked in the left room and found an adversary. i quickly dispatched of them, but the noise attracted several others from the right-hand room. our group hid, then, once we were able to, we slipped away and continued down the tunnel.

[in-betweendreams]

4th february 2012

in the first part of the dream, i was this guy called steven in a british heavy metal band (like in the 70s) with long blonde hair. we were going to a pub by the docks. i got really really drunk, and everyone decided to go out on a boat for a bit. there were two other guys sat at the front of the boat. i was sat right on the back, and i was so drunk i passed out and fell into the sea.

(there was another bit in the first part where the two other guys in the band had met up with these girls, but the girl in our band wouldn't give them any privacy. also, there were loads of crates in the room. i'm not sure when this bit actually happened.)

in the second bit, i was going on holiday with my family. i kept remembering things to pack at the last minute, and was determined to take my laptop with me so i could write. i finally got everything packed, but when we got there, i realised i'd forgotten my flipflops. fortunately, i had sebastian, the demon butler from kuroshitsuji with me, so i sent him home to get my flipflops.

in the last part i was sitting a physics mock, but half the questions involved designing things and drawing pictures. i kept complaining to my teacher because they had nothing to do with physics.

(inspired by a bbc4 docu about british heavy metal bands in america)