Dreams of the City and Other People's Demons

[featherynscale]

Two things of note.
First, Sunday afternoon. After finishing Song of Susannah, I dozed off on the couch for about twenty minutes, which was apparently plenty long enough to dream, if only for a moment. I was walking in a fairly featureless place, and I came upon my ally/angel/animus/whatever. I first dreamed of him when I was about 12, and see him all the time, with the exception of a period from age 19 - 25, when he was apparently pissed off at me, but that's another story. Anyway, he has always showed up as a human, or as a barn owl, or as a human with a barn owl's face, or who is wearing a feathered mask of a barn owl's face. Pretty damned consistent. Anyway, I walk up to him and look up at him (he's about 6'2") and see that he is wearing a fox's face. I'm just awake/aware enough to relate this to triadruid's kitsune (even though I know that kitsune are almost never ever male), which startles me. This causes me to jump and push the book off of the couch, which wakes me up.

Second, last night. I'm in the City again (I still don't know what city it is, but it's the same city every time I dream it). I see a little bit more of it every time. It's always grey in the daytime. The downtown section is made of glass and steel, and there is a particular building with pyramid-shaped glass structures on top, four or five of them in a cluster.

The part I was in last night had a wide river and a ferry. On one side of the river is a pretty ritzy shopping area. On the other, there are a lot of apartments, which I think used to be very upscale, but are now in disrepair. I'm riding the ferry on a Monday night. I'd had the day off from work, and I'm hanging out with a girl (I don't know who she is, but she might be zylch. We're going to sneak into one of the apartment complexes and see someone. We're telling a story, and the movement is part of the story. We're also more than a little fucked-up, like we've been drinking for a while. We're moving on a deadline, I think that we are trying to avoid missing the last ferry back.

We get to the other side, and go to the apartment complex. We get in, and are trying to find this guy's apartment. His name is Donald. We can't find him, the number we have is wrong. We stop on the stairs in one of the buildings. They're built with heavy wooden beams, like ceiling beams in older houses. We sit down, and she pulls out a bottle. We pass it back and forth a while. We don't know what to do. At some point, we look up and see a person's shadow on the landing. Someone is coming toward us, and we hide. It's Donald - we come out of the shadows and greet him. We transact whatever business it is that we have (funny how you can remember names and the texture of beams, and not the point of the damned thing). We then split up and try to sneak back to the ferry.

She makes it, but I am delayed. I am stuck on the wrong side of the river as the ferry pulls away. I jump into the river and start to swim, trying not to think about what else might be in the river at night. I swim forever, but eventually I catch up to the ferry. I grab hold of a rope on the side and am pulled to the other side of the river. I pull myself out of the water, dripping and covered in filth. I sneak through the parking lot of the shopping center, dodging security guards. I finally find my car and go home.

I wake up the next morning and go to work. The office is near the building with the pyramids, but not in it. I scare a flock of pigeons off of some crumbling stone steps. When I get to the office, things are strange. Everybody is dressed in suits and buzzing around the office, which is much bigger than I remember it. I find out that I have been fired, and they have hired three men and a boy of about 10 in my place. Nobody will talk to me except Amy, who tells me that I've been fired for taking Monday off. I try to convince her that it was a holiday, but she's not buying it. I scoop all my personal stuff into a box and make arrangements to get my last check. I realize at some point that it's not just that nobody will talk to me, but that nobody even recognizes me. It feels like I'd been gone for ten years, not just a day. They ignore me, and I move on.

Comments

[sxypaganmom.livejournal.com]

Could part of your second dream be worries about work. Maybe dealing with a psychotic boss, or at least bipolar, from what you've described. The part where you've sneaked across the river and have vivid details of odd stuff, but not what it was that you were doing may be worries about doing something that even part of you was concered about/ Ethically, morally, i don'tknow. The whole swimming to meet the ferry and getting drug across the river, and still covered in filth when you comes out, to me, sounds like whatever you did, or were going to do, across the river, in the dark place, you'll come out of it alright physically, but you may feel dirty and disgusting.

On the first small dream and it being something that you've dreamt about but now changing into something that connected with triadruid doesn't surprise me. Only for the fact that people who are close often can share parts,people or all of each others dreams, and reinterpret them in their own, or simply be so connected to pick up and feel others dreams.

I'm not good with dreams, especially over the computer, i loose the human vibe connection thing, although your writing and imagry was excellent. I felt like i was there watching it. I may be talking out my ass and completly off base, but i hope in any way that i've helped. Have a better day. also point to note. You mentioned yesterday at one point that you were in discord, or something along those lines and looking back on it, i'm not surprised that you had funny dreams.
Looks up niveus tigres on my friends list, he seems to be good with dreams, maybe he can help.

Lady K

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Merci mucho. I try not to analyze too much, just record and look for themes. My city is becoming a theme. Erik (who is usually an owl) is a theme. Going to work, unfortunately, is a theme. This stuff is open for interpretation. I have one, and I like to see who says what, and if it matches.

A unique thing about this dream was that it didn't have a lot of emotional content. It felt more like I was doing these things because it was appointed that I should do them. Everything was taken in stride.

I've added your friend, as well.

the City

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

The City You Describe Sounds Awfully Familiar To Me, Is This The Building:

Re: the City

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Huh. Not the one in the front, but maybe the one in the back... Where is it that you live?

Re: the City

[lexpendragon.livejournal.com]

Pittsburgh. I Showed A Friend Of Mine That Description You Wrote, And He THought It Sounded Like Those Glass Buildings (PPG Place). There's Six Of Them, ActuallY, With The Obelisk From the Picture In The Center.