So, here I am stirring up activity again because I'm awake at 2:30 in the morning with little better to do!

Also this is my first disclaimer saying that I could potentially flood this particular thread as I have many extremely vivid dreams and I have had, often, rather prophetic dreams too! So woot! Behold this dream from Kraken the Meek!


~I followed my mother into a social bar of some sort. Everyone was dressed in all white, loose-fitting clothing. However they were nothing like togas or the drapery found upon yonder Jesus or angel. These articles of clothing had a sense of style, from flowing dresses with knee-high heels to playful blouses and pants adorned with a ridiculously large scarf. All pure white.

Many of these individuals had matching hair as well, a pure white tint. However there were a few individuals here and there, such as my mother and I, who had dark brunette hair despite the appropriately colored and fashioned clothing.

Apparently my mother was after a mark of some sort, whether she was supposed to capture them or just collect intel, I am unsure. However her negotiations went sour rather fast and the entire setting erupted into a fight of swinging arms and legs, shattered glasses and spilled drinks. Eventually the bar was left a mess with only a few lingering individuals.

By the end of the chaos I had found myself near a low table where one would sit on their knees or on a cushion to enjoy their drink. There were several semi-authoritative figures standing around this table, a few were sitting. They had coerced me into some sort of conversation, and my mother had long disappeared. A few of the individuals offered me a drink in a small glass. I felt frightened and compelled to do as they suggested. However this glass unnerved me as imposed on the liquid in the glass was a cat-slit pupil.

It was as if the glass itself resembled an eyeball. Nervously I threw the drink down my throat and swallowed. I could remember distinctly the feeling of the burning liquor running down my throat and into my stomach. After this I sat, trying to stay on a good side of the situation. A companion of mine came up in conversation. There was a second glass that they were supposed to drink, however they indicated that I would have to partake of this drink as my friend was missing. This glass was almost exactly the same except that the cat-slit pupil image imposed on the liquid was a deep red.

I drank it anyway. Then the two glasses were set side-by-side. They disappeared to be replaced by the image of two pupils hanging in the air next to eachother. The closer I watched the more unnerved and insane I felt. Soon I noticed that there was a pattern within each image. This pattern looked much like some sort of unconventional clock. The more I watched the more disturbed and distressed I became.

Before too much time had passed I felt a pain travel through my body, taking route in my legs, arms and stomach. I fell over, hugging myself in the fetal position and blind with pain. I tried to focus on my own thoughts to drown out the pain, and focus on my energy to see if I could even out the sensation by channeling my energy. Alas this didn't work, it only increased the pain.

Those that had been around started to make discussion about how I was reacting. They remarked on changes that I had, such as wings growing that I had been unaware of because of the pain elsewhere in my body. ~


Aaaand that's how that dream ended. It eventually transitioned to another dream that I don't feel like typing out because that one was much longer and much more elaborate.

Have fun with your analysis and comments, for I welcome any and all!

-Meeky