Atlantis, dreaming

13/8
In limbo, the beautiful sea

 

( ~...~ )

<3
 

 

~midori yamada

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2/11
empty bus. I am being kidnapped. the woman is disguised as my former
tuition teacher. she says she will finally free me.
there is an assortment of knives at the back. I take one and I try to chop the
woman's hand off. the hand is an octopus tentacle. the woman gets mad,
I remember wondering why I did it.
hurtling trains in sand-desert landscapes. trying to get off, but failing.
being trapped.

trees. climbing trees in blue-grey atmospheres. running away, again.
neil gaiman makes an appearance. he is frantic. something about paper.
blues hang around the bowers like a fog.

a very long dream, full of constriction.

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4/11
in the sea. the sea is not unpleasant, this time. it's very blue, almost translucent, like a painting.
it's more illustrative than it is real.
I am on a snowboard-like thing? there are huge octopus creatures and sting-rays (I think?) below me
I'm afraid of them. a gigantic fish with an open chamber arrives. it has startling eyes, vivid features. the look of a deep sea fish.
it is a bus, I think?
the flesh inside is pink and thick. I grip onto the flesh. it's hard, extraordinary hard, to
fight against the movement of water.
finally, I am in the bus. it's unbelievably comfy. soft carpeted pink seats
melt around me like feathered grass. I sink into the backseat.
somewhere, happening simultaneously: biology. the teacher says we have to take the dead carcass of a rat and
chop off one of its parts. a foot, tail, or whatever pleases us, and write about it.
I remember dreading this. the rats are in tissue paper, their limbs poke through, emanating staleness. I do not want to handle dead bodies.
something about a stage. a bio exam held in a stage? the dead rats have something to do with it.

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it may seem peculiar, but the latter dream is the lightest I have had for a long time.
somehow, I think dark dreams are more comforting than the light ones. this sea dream felt
a bit like a deception.

I think one of reasons why I feel so much fear in my dreams is because after I turned 15, I stopped feeling fear. Before that, I was afraid of everything. From the demons in the dark, to my too vivid imagination, to the blackness of the night-forest... somewhere in my head, that drowned girl drags me underwater o_o.
That, and the fact I value freedom so highly any loss of it puts me into violent mode -_-.
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in the beginning, we're in a dark, high-ceiling classroom that seems to have the illusion of having trees hidden

in its walls. it is night, a perpetual night that never goes away.
sensei is there, or so the dream tells me. it isn't really him- just some guardian of the forest wearing a human disguise. he does not really accomplish anything else besides being the teacher present.
he may have given out papers.
the paper has something important on it? I cannot remember. it is an invitation to something. something about the night. perhaps it is a concert.

something about that night-school. I cannot remember.

a ship to Malaysia. ship is holding japanese lessons that turns out to be mandarin lessons. teacher addresses people
as if they know it already, or are regulars. I do not understand what she is talking. I cannot stand her. she represents
something forgotten and put away.
Sam is there. I immediately take to her side. we seem foreigners
I tell her how ridiculous it is that the teacher was trying to conduct lessons as though she were in an ordinary school
when students here were transient, always changing. she is silent. I sense she has dark secrets she cannot tell me. it lurks in her aura. this is slightly peculiar.
pillars on top? we are supposed to grip the iron bars on top the ship. hang on upside down for our dear lives. it is tiring- my limbs were beginning to ache.
this is the only way to travel to Malaysia, they say. I accept the fact, and nod.
trees, dark trees that turned into creepers when we got closer. all creepers. a dark sheet separated them from us.
I touched. pulled dark sheet away. this is Malaysia, I say. creepers and night.

an emergency? we exit into the sea as eyeballs. eyeballs that grouped together became bigger ball thingys. (think... a game. another life/death game)
we coagulate by holding hands. we are eyeballs with hands.
a strange creature comes our way, says it'd lead us to safety.
leads us into a dark tunnel that looks like the mouth of a whale. it has slits on the sides. other than those slits, it is darkness.
I remember becoming slightly doubtful at this point.
towards the middle of the tunnel, a huge shadow envelopes us. it's a giant squid like monster. we run
it eats a few of the eyeballs. we escape by coagulating into a gigantic ball

I ride a motocycle/snowmobile-thing through dark corridors. very claustrophobic. grey. darkish. high ceilings
it is a place noone goes to. a place you get attacked in.
enter into a few chambers. low ceilings, many circular cubicles attached in the center. red cushions in cubicles. people
people are slightly peculiar, although it's hard to place what exactly is wrong. they answer
questions in strange ways. they seem to have strange obsessions.
we talk to one of them. she seems helpful. she may have tried to help but it is useless, because she is one of them?
at the end, there may have been a blond boy? he is dangerous, poisonous. he sits at the end of the chamber
like a queen bee looking over his offspring. the whole place resembles the body of an insect.
I ride the motocycle thing out. it's not practical, because it is not working. there is no longer any engine. still, I bounce
it up and down the dark staircases. I must get out of here.

something happens here.

at the end of the dream, we return to this cubicle place, but everyone has turned carnivorous, dangerous. the
blond boy is the king of it all. everyone lies dead but him. I want to go to the end to reach the boy. a girl (medium-dark skinned, with long hair. black
eyes) creeps towards me. she is the only one alive. I tell her I knew his name was Poison the first time I came. she gets insulted, becomes a mass of mouth and sweeping black hair. she consumes herself, tries to consume me.
I escape, and let her consume the whole chamber till nothing is left.

The sea (a bad omen. it is bringing in these dark things)