This Dream started out very eerie, dark and creepy but in the end it turned out alright. It was more of a thriller than a horror, in movie genre terms. This time, we have both my parents. I don't usually Dream with BOTH my parents at the same time so I was kind of happy to.
We start out in what looks like an office building. Imagine the offices where there's nothing in the horizon but endless cubicles. And those cubicles are made of those hard, artificial wall materials that I call white cardboard. You can basically picture the environment. The three of us were walking through the maze of cardboard and there didn't seem to be an exit. The walls were taller than my dad, just a few feet away from the ceiling, so we couldn't see what went on the other side. It was getting darker the more we tread into the maze.
When it got darker, the walls changed from clean, pure white to a muddy, sepia sort of brown. Graffitti of unreadable words and symbols started appearing on the walls. My mom huddled closer to my dad while I watched their back from behind. My danger senses were tingling...
The further we went into the maze, the hair on my arms and legs began to prickle and stand on edge. I was sensing danger in the most peculiar way. I started to growl and meow aggressively. I felt my muscles stretch and accumulate. Before I knew it, I had become Were-Cat once more. When I felt big and strong, I went ahead of my parents to sniff the way. I jumped and perched myself ontop of a cardboard wall with ease to find out exactly how far we were from the main walls of the office, which I assumed we were still trapped inside. My parents were not afraid of my Were-Cat form, as if it was something normal in our family.
In the maze, I remember fighting animals like mutant rats and bats that came out from the shadows to attack us. I remember chasing after the rats on all four of my limbs. I was like a guard dog, staying close to my dad's legs, heeling my parents all the way to the exit. When we got out of there, I must've collapsed. The next thing I remembered was being in a hospital bed recuperating from the fights I had. My mom was sitting next to me when I woke up and she spoke like she blamed herself for getting me in such an awful situation. I felt around my neck the necklace she gave me (in real life) and I smiled at her. I said, “It's because of you, that I am happy to be this way. It's because you are my mother, I would do anything to protect you.”
This is not the first time I went Were-Cat and in front of my parents either. I wonder if my Were-Cat is my self-defense mechanism as well as my defensive self when it comes to matters of family. I quite like this Dream because of how I put my feelings for my mother so poetically. Anyway, I like being Were-Cat because its almost as awesome as being a Werewolf. You get more strength, speed, agility, heightened senses of the animal counterpart and so on. I think I'd rather be a Were-Cat than a Vampire, cus I won't have to worry about sunlight. Which would you rather be?
I did not mean to fall in love, or find you in the snow; But circumstance, like northern stars, pointed me where to go; With each winding road, through thick & thin, I find when I come through; Each fated route I ever made kept leading me to you.
There was more to this Dream than this particular scene but unfortunately I couldn't recall the rest. You'll just have to read about the two adorable kiddy-killers. There were two sisters. The older one was lean and tall while the younger was short, a little round but petite. They were both dressed in frilly, lacey, glittery plush-pink tutu outfits together with ballet shoes. Their eyes were a light pink, their hair was platinum blonde, almost white. The older one's was tied in a single pony-tail while the younger one had hers in big, fat curls. Their overuse of pink and lace glared in my eyes even in the Dreamworld.
I was in the carpark of my condominium, just coming back from grocery shopping as I was carrying bags with me. All of a sudden these two girls jumped from nowhere and started to hit me. Intergrating their ballet skills with multiple martial arts techniques, they looked like kids-gone-villain on Halloween night. In return, I acquired the same martial arts skills to counter their attacks, without the tutus. I remember kicking them back and it was difficult to handle two opponents at the same time. Luckily I was able to knock the younger one unconscious and she fell to the ground.
The older sister, still caring for her sibling, stopped fighting immediately to cater to the younger one. I came closer to the two and helped picking up their things. They were carrying small backpacks with them when they attacked me and dropped them, their things sprawled all over. As I finished picking up their belongings and handed them back, the older ballerina looked at me with shock first, then caution. She asked me why I was being nice when we were enemies. I frankly replied, “Just because we fight doesn't mean we can't be civil bout it.” After telling her to come back when they felt better, I packed up my groceries and went home.
How civil of me :B I don't know why I was fighting young ballerina girls and why they were wearing so much pink, or how I could buy groceries without having a car.... Because of their different physique, I decided to name the older sister Lollipop and the younger Bubblegum xDDD
This Dream was a little... troubling because it had something to do with funerals. I take no part in the Dream however and observe like watching a movie on widescreen. The Dream shows me three different lives. The first is about an old man, married with a large family. Jolly character, tame and kind. The second was a woman from a background of luxury, and so is her family, but relatives seemed disjointed about her for some reason. And thirdly, a family of three; a father, mother and their little daughter. The father has a temperament and beats his daughter while the mother is too soft-spoken to get in between. He does it without remorse or guilt, thinking that his way is the only way.
Though all three different lives passed before me like a montage in a movie, I began to understand their different shades of living. Their points of views, their life stories. I also started seeing a pattern. It started from the old man, how he had lived a good life with a charming wife to age with him. His beloved children and grandchildren and the times he had spent with him. It came to a point when that warm color turned a shade of dark grey – the old man had died. The wake and funeral procession happened in seconds but I remembered something interesting about the funeral, that does not happen in real life. But I sort of wish it did...
The priest says his prayers and then recites a ritual over the casket. After that the old man's soul appeared!! His body a misty, blue, translucent form, he was aware he was dead and so did his family and those present. Because in this world, the souls get this one chance to say goodbye to their loved ones, confess their lies and hidden truths. Like the supernatural had become the natural! This ritual was something the soul could not avoid and unless he spoke of every truth, only then can his soul pass on to the next life. From the smile, the old man lived a good life and his family were happy to see him go in peace. To really go in peace.
On the other hand, the woman who lived the life of extravagance, of heavy perfumes and expensive champagne, had many secrets. Scandals those of which her family disagreed totally of, but they could not expose her for anything until her deathbed. So after the woman had died from a car accident, at her wake the relatives were irritated that they had to wait till her eulogy to find out the truths once and for all of many of her dastardly deeds. A little cold, but that's one way of looking at it.
Just before I woke up, it showed a flash of the abusive father and his daughter. I can't remember their expressions very well but something told me that either one of them would die next. What their eulogies would be, I could not say. The Dream ended just there.
Waking up, I started to imagine what the father or daughter would say had the Dream continued. Would the father have finally apologized and explained his reasons for his violent ways? Or would he continue being a jackass and say that it was “for her own good”? And the eight year old daughter? Would she have died wanting to forgive the father, waiting for the day he could change? Or pass on to the next world bitter and hating him? Possibilities – endless.
I'm sorry you can't see the stars from where we are ; But at least we can still sit under the stainless moon ; Wishes can't be made tonight so I'll go back home, and make you a thousand cranes ; Tie each one on a string so they won't fly alone ; My hands are sore and bleeding, but for you I'll do anything ; Wishes can't be made tonight, and maybe I'll make cranes of my own ; And maybe, just maybe, you'll love me too.
I am my normal self with my parents. It seems like the normal family outings we do in real life, just laughing and eating. We're at some sort of Chinese restaurant so of course I would order the noodles. Strangely though the chef came out from behind his kitchen counter to take our orders. My dad and I order the noodles and the chef exclaimed, “Oh its your lucky day! Cus today it is an all you can eat!” he seemed rather jolly.
It wasn't exactly an all you can eat per say but a competition; whoever could finish the bowl of noodle under how many minutes would win a prize. I wasn't really counting on winning because I just wanted to eat the delicious Dream noodles. They tasted so good.... like chicken! My dad ate only half the bowl before he gave up. Everyone including the chef cried in teasing disappointment while I was still chowing down.
The chef went back to his kitchen but when he did, I overheard some customers gossiping about why he was so happy. It was something about him getting rid of his first son and carrying on his career with his second wife whom already had a son to begin with. I turned to look back at the kitchen, the chef was there, glaring at the gossiping customers. He really looked like a killer then.
The customers began to gossip louder, deliberately, spilling out all the rumors about him throwing the son overboard when he brought him out on a yacht trip and all sorts of things. They mocked him in his face like they weren't afraid. But they stopped once the wife and kid actually walked into the restaurant. Everyone was quiet.
But I was afraid – for the stepson. The stepson was just a bit younger than me and something told me that the chef would return to murder his new wife and the kid. Like a gut feeling. I turned to my dad asking a very strange question, “Dad, is it possible to send some of my guardians to protect the family? Just to be safe?” and he replied yes, but I had to concentrate real hard. What does this all mean you ask?
Inside of me lived several spirit guardians all of which took to the form of different animals. I chanted a spell and exhaled and out came the spirit animals, like mist. I remember seeing a bear, a raccoon, a rabbit and a deer. As the strongest of the animals, I sent the bear to look after the boy and his mother and the bear did obediently.
I remember my favorite being the raccoon as she was funny, intelligent as well as cheeky and sly. The next thing I knew, I found myself in the land of the spirit animals. It was where I would go to if I were sleeping or in deep meditation. It was a beautiful, mystic forest with a waterfall in the background, making the rivers flow between the green islands. I was standing on a rather large, grassy island. There I saw more of my animal guardians – some birds, a dog and a wolf if I'm not mistaken. But I wasn't alone.
The chef's son was also there. He was on a small island opposite me and it came closer on its own, connecting to my island with a miniature wooden bridge. The boy looked afraid and panicky. When he saw me he demanded answers and spoke quite rashly. The bear appeared and it scared him, but the bear was kind and made his way over the bridge to my side. There the other animals defended me, “You should be grateful you little brat!” said the wolf (or the dog, I'm not sure) “Yeah! She's the one who wanted to protect you!” said the raccoon.
The boy could not see his bear guardian until now, because I'm their owner and only I could see them in real world. Since the boy didn't understand, I quieted my guardians down saying not the blame him. I welcomed him to my part of the island, saying he needn't feel scared in this place. After I got him to trust me, I soon explained everything.
This Dream had a real oriental feeling to it, talking about spiritual guardians in the forms of animals and such, it reminded me a lot of the Chinese zodiac. Though the only animals I saw that were in the real zodiac were the rabbit and the dog. I wonder if I could have summoned a dragon... But anyway, this Dream was really fun cus I've always wished I could communicate with animals so I can finally tell what the hell they were saying.
