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First update in ages, go me!
So, yeah, I'm not quite done hibernating, as far as LJ is concerned, but this at least I want to post while I still remember it.
This night, I made a dream I still remember bits of, which in itself is noteworthy, as this is not usual.
There was a short and mostly irrelevant bit that took place at the next EF, involving the usual dramatis personae, which has been something of a recurrent theme lately in what dreams I do remember, lending me to think that my hindbrain worries more about it than I care to admit consciously.
But the real vibe of the dream came much later. The area was mountainous, and I needed to reach the top of the highest peak, overcoming several adversarial conditions on the way. Because, by reaching the top, I'd earn the ability. (Yes, I've played too much Zelda lately, I know.)
The ability turned out to be the power to turn at will into an Australian white hawk (is there even a species of white hawks in Australia? No idea...), and fly.
Now, I commonly have the power of flight in my dreams, as a general thing; but it's a tricky power to wield. First, I need to remember that I have this power, and dreams generally make this kind of extrinsical thinking difficult. Next, controlling the power itself requires a lot of concentration and focus: you need to repel at the ground with all your will, and that can't generally be sustained for very long.
But this time was different.
It was effortless. It was nimble. It was free. I'd simply turn into a white hawk and fly.
The species in question was being actively hunted, because in my dreams, good things rarely come for free, and I do remember being shot at at least once; but, unlike my typical dream, this was never a concern, because I was so agile on my white wing, they stood no chance to hit me.
Dear brain: that was a great dream. I want more of those, please.
This night, I made a dream I still remember bits of, which in itself is noteworthy, as this is not usual.
There was a short and mostly irrelevant bit that took place at the next EF, involving the usual dramatis personae, which has been something of a recurrent theme lately in what dreams I do remember, lending me to think that my hindbrain worries more about it than I care to admit consciously.
But the real vibe of the dream came much later. The area was mountainous, and I needed to reach the top of the highest peak, overcoming several adversarial conditions on the way. Because, by reaching the top, I'd earn the ability. (Yes, I've played too much Zelda lately, I know.)
The ability turned out to be the power to turn at will into an Australian white hawk (is there even a species of white hawks in Australia? No idea...), and fly.
Now, I commonly have the power of flight in my dreams, as a general thing; but it's a tricky power to wield. First, I need to remember that I have this power, and dreams generally make this kind of extrinsical thinking difficult. Next, controlling the power itself requires a lot of concentration and focus: you need to repel at the ground with all your will, and that can't generally be sustained for very long.
But this time was different.
It was effortless. It was nimble. It was free. I'd simply turn into a white hawk and fly.
The species in question was being actively hunted, because in my dreams, good things rarely come for free, and I do remember being shot at at least once; but, unlike my typical dream, this was never a concern, because I was so agile on my white wing, they stood no chance to hit me.
Dear brain: that was a great dream. I want more of those, please.
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Just a week, maybe two ago, I also had an EF-related dream, and about a month ago another one, which also involved getting quite lost in Germany with no money on me o.o; It felt quite real, too…
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I do have, however, an extraordinary amount of dreams where I'm underwater. Wonder what that means.
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In mine the usual form isn't turning into something that flies (sadly enough, not even a dragon). But it takes the form of, well, forgetting to hit the ground, usually. A short jump followed by gliding over the ground, or something similar, usually with me standing upright on nothing.
The most elaborate one I can remember was with a bunch of people all flying in a sort of race, and it was basically riding hoverboards without the boards. Same sort of stance.
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As long as the ability is not "ice shard riding" you're not having a Zelda overdose ^__^
Cool dream ;) Sadly I rarely remember my dreams but I guess it's a good thing because when I do it's usualy a bad one :(
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Also, the water thing is interesting. I'm way partial to bats, mind, but mayhap you have some otter in you too? :)
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I've been looking up Australian species of white raptors, and I think the closest thing to my dream is the letter-winged kite. I'm pondering making the species my personal oneiric totem, for kicks, but we'll see. :)
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> But it takes the form of, well, forgetting to hit the ground, usually.
Oh, yes -- that's a very accurate way to describe some forms of it. Usually, for me, that particular form begins with me striding or running, with longer and longer steps that no longer really hit the ground in the end. Although that's probably a different form from the repel-the-ground kind, where there is a purposeful will to fly at work, starting from place A and intending to reach place B in a not too disorderly fashion, although for some reason the landings tend to be a bit rough. Maybe I've got some albatross in me. :)
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But to rebound on something mentioned above, I did fly aboard vehicles on several occasions, including flying a bomber over France in 1940 (and getting shot down) and going into space aboard a Mercury spaceship - I remember clearly the overwhelming pressure, the roar of the rocket engine and the sky turning black through the small window, it was very unexpected.
And though I can't fly in my dreams, I discovered that as a quadruped, I'm left-handed.
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> And though I can't fly in my dreams, I discovered that as a quadruped, I'm
> left-handed.
OH WOW I'VE FOUND YOU AT LAST, LINK!!
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Though if you remember well, I did have a dream not so long ago, about EF too and where I had to fly up on some invisible broomstick to go to a place where I could be safe...
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> OH WOW I'VE FOUND YOU AT LAST, LINK!!
If I wasn't 9000 km from you, I'd back away slowly...
(nb : en anglais on dit 'to have a dream', pas to make. Pense à Martin Luther King ;)
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> (nb : en anglais on dit 'to have a dream', pas to make. Pense à Martin
> Luther King ;)
Flute, je le sais en plus. Ça m'apprendra à pas assez dormir tiens. *g*
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(Needless to say, I am NOT going to come within a ten mile radius of taking the 'totem' thing in any sort of serious shamanic way. :) It's only meant as an imagery, a label, a metaphore for something which is significant to me yet hard to seize... And I hope this doesn't shock whichever stance on totems you are posting from, dear!)
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Also, I officially envy you. I can remember a grand total of two dreams where I was anything other than human, and the letter-winged kite dream is one of the two (and the dragon dream I posted about long ago is the other one). That must make for such great dreams!
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