. taking the bus .

This is the first Dream I've had where I am switching between two personas at a time. I am either a hot-headed man with a foul mouth or a soft-spoken, timid young girl with special goggles on my head. These personas of mine have no names so for the sake of less confusion I'll name them. The man is Wild Dog and the girl is Lily. Wild Dog is a young man, who looks about his late twenties, short, light brown hair and has an anger management problem. He is wearing an orange inmate jumpsuit where his top is zipped open and hanging from the belt showing his white vest. Lily is tall, pale with long black hair and a straight-cut fringe. She's wearing a large jumper with over-sized sleeves and always has a blur, stoic face on.

The story goes: Wild Dog and his mate, Melchett, are inmates from a prison. So is Lily, who surprisingly is their accomplice. They hi-jack a public bus with its passengers still on it and are trying to get away from the police who are chasing after them on the highway. Lily sits calmly in the front seat while Wild Dog hangs from the open doors, swinging from the rail and shooting at the police cars that get close enough. Melchett, who is not as wild or irrational as his friend Wild Dog, drives the bus. “Get in here! You're gonna getcha'self killed!!” Melchett shouts from the wheel.

Wild Dog shouts back, “JUST TRY N GET US COPPERS!! - I've run outta ammo!! Asshole! You didn't get enuf ammo??!!” he throws the shotgun on the floor. Lily obediently hands him a loaded gun, “Thankya sweets!” Wild Dog grins his iron teeth and goes back to his shooting spree. There was a lot more dialogue than this but in between I was shifting from Lily and Wild Dog for some odd reason. There were times I was having a blast, shooting and swearing profanities at the police and Melchett, just to annoy him. There were times where I was sitting down quietly, doing nothing and sometimes looking at the horrified passengers.

The bus ends up away from a highway and near a forest area, and some development sites. We were far away from the cops but the passengers were still with us. We didn't know what to do with them. All a sudden, Melchett's turning the bus around in a full circle and then stops. I am Lily right now and Melchett asks me to go outside and find anything metal or gold in the dirt area we're in. He asks Lily to do that because I've got special goggles which has many shades which can detect silver, copper of gold material. Fair enough, I went outside and to my surprise there was a gold pendant with a thick, heavy chain lying in the dust. Picked it up, got back on the bus and we drove away.

This trio looked like a good base to start a comic on. Though there wasn't much I could grab from the Dream itself except a bit of their looks, but Wild Dog could be the muscle of the team, with his street smarts and know-how of weaponry; Melchett is the brain, the rational, scheming comrade whose specialty is technology; and Lily, the almost innocent one of the group, whose skills on stealth and keeping it low makes her almost invisible, making her specialty grand theft.

. 05.11.10 the dreamer and the muse .

I was a damsel in distress, captured by an evil wizard to be his bride. The wizard had long, straight white hair that only reached his chin and though he was young and pretty good-looking, he was still evil. I especially didn't like the way he treated me. I was in a puffy, cream colored gown with layers and laces. It looked like a wedding dress but I was already wearing it when he captured me. The truth of it all was I was betrothed to someone I didn't love and the wizard took me on my wedding day. I was a little happy for that. But when he himself forced me to marry him, I said I'd rather rot in his prison. And so he left me there.

My cell was a long, dark pit but square in shape. I tried climbing out of it but in the end I was so tired I fell asleep. In the Dream, I dreamt again. I opened my eyes and I found myself in the castle. I walked through the rooms and found gowns of different colors still on mannequins. They looked very pretty but I had no time to try them or anything. Quickly I went outside to the grounds and found my family and friends. I had an older sister named Lorina and she was panicking wondering where I was. I remember she had brown hair and was wearing a great orange dress. I ran up to her crying that I was here safe and sound, but alas I passed through her like some kind of ghost!

I was frightened. No one could see me or hear me. Thinking that I had died and become a phantom, I began to cry, when suddenly I heard a voice behind me, “You're not dead. You're a Dream that's all.” I turned around and saw a boy my age standing idly about like nothing's wrong. I asked how that was possible. “When you sleep, your spirit floats you see. It comes out of your body and becomes a Dream itself to the real world.” As he spoke to me, he didn't seem to smile. He had a rather soft but cheerless expression on his face. I didn't ask why nor who he was but he brought a lot of comfort to me.

He showed me around and comforted me when I felt sad and lost. In my head I thought he was like the Cheshire cat; a mysterious being that crossed between these two worlds. He was very attractive. He had grey eyes and short, wavy, black hair. As we walked side-by-side through the crossroads of Dreams, I found myself falling for him. My heart beat faster when I got so close to him. I saw his open hand at the corner of my eye and reached out for it gently. I held him. To my surprise he held me back. On his still stoic face, he was blushing; very hard. I felt so happy... but our happiness could not last. He was but a Dream muse and I was plainly a visitor.

I think the reason he was sad was because he knew my stay with him would be temporary. As I realized that I gripped his hand tighter. I didn't want to leave him. If I returned to the real world, I'd find myself in the cold, dark prison of an evil wizard. Even if I was rescued, I'd have to go back and marry someone I did not love. I didn't realize it at first but the Dream world we were walking through was shattering like glass, slowly and steadily. I suddenly had a pain in my head. We were on the ground and he held me, telling me to calm down... His voice, it almost made me cry... I was going to go now... I was going to leave him...

I woke up.

I was really sad my persona couldn't find her fairy tale with the muse but I think this is going to be a base of an incredible story later on! Also, the boy shockingly looked a lot like Fou, if he were much much older from the first time I dreamt him. Throughout the Dream, the muse and my persona really had a deep connection; but the weirdest part after recognizing him as Fou, he seemed to recognize me too as if he was meeting me again. Weird eh? Fou is from an old dream I had a long time ago which you can read here.

. 26.10.10 shotgun .

It's all a bit fuzzy but I remember the action stuff pretty well. There's me and Sano and we were pacing to find a getaway on wheels and fast. Sano found a white car and I wanted to drive, “I call shotgun!!” but he got to the driver's seat first. “Oh come ooon!” I sat in the passenger's seat and we drove off into the highway. Did I forget to mention that we both had guns? Though with both hands on the wheel, Sano couldn't use his. I literally did have a shotgun in my hands but it looked smaller. We drove off like runaways with cops in their metal vans chasing us. I stuck my head and gun out the window and shot the van at the wheels making the cops skid and collide with another car. The explosions just made me cackle maniacally.

This is all I can remember but it was exciting! It was like we were fugitives running away from the law but getting a kick out of it.

. mirror mirror .

For this Dream, I've extracted some subconscious philosophy and I shall explain to you how. I see someone who looks like my friend, Sya, and I follow her into a room. She seems like she wants to keep her distance, like she's mad at me for some reason. I follow her into a bedroom and she's still pushing me away. I wanted to talk to her, ask her what's wrong but she was acting irrational. I sort of try and forcibly calm her down by hugging her as gently as I could. Finally I got her to stop struggling, with my arms still round her, cus she was tiny. We were next to a wall with a large mirror. We both looked at ourselves and she asked, “Tell me – what do you see? What do you see??!” she was screaming at me. Like she was expecting the answer. Instead, I replied, “Are you asking what I see or what you want me to see?”

I guessed this was a case of self-reflection with the mirror and all, and my friend being upset. Sya is an example of a person who may recluse herself in denial of her true character, or perhaps a person who is afraid to stand up to the truth about themselves. Me as the ambiguous one may symbolize the surrounding ppl of the one in denial. How others can bring about one's true colors or bring one to realize them. However this Dream does not mean that the ppl involved are actually like that in reality.... or ARE they...?