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winged humans in stinky lakes and mothers jumping off roofs
I had broken 2-3hoour segmented sleep. the last 2-3hour block was the ing dream. The last 15mins of sleep resulted in the roof suicide dream. AHEM AHEM:
Dream one.
Everyone.. okay. some/most people i know have wings. We have the power invisibilty. Th ar two tis who have horrible parents/caretakers. We must help them escape/run away/avoid detection from baddies. It's like a video game wher we fly up to the rafters and hid behind blue curtains, sliding doors, stools and boxes. We put pm the guise of reindeer and fly about.
Then we are wading in a pool of water. it is a very large pool of water. sort of like if the sea were actually just a huge swimming poor with varying degrees of depth. Well. I a, in shallow knee deep/occassionally ankle deep,/every now and then wasit deep water. Skanky water with bits floating in it. stinky and fetid and sloghtly brown, which makes the azure blue tiles underfoot look a murky browny green.there is an "island"/fountain nearby. We are near the depths of hell.. or at least an opening to it and lots of demons, so we must wade in silence and be prepared for attacks from invisible forces
Something abotu a giant computer full of information on us. And we are at the edge/corner of the world - a wrong step or a malicious push could send us over and into oblivion. Must complete our mission then go back to the room with the twins and the glass sliding doors.
Outside the doors is a corridor with brown rattan/bamboo matts. Japanese style
Funny. i dont remember much of this dream, besides the need to be silent and cautious. aware. intents, and ready to fight or flee... and waking up with a sense of wonder and tingly anticipation. "must remember this dream!"
the wings on our backs were gorgeous though we didnt always use them as we were often in squashy areas where unfolding wings and a running takeoff/leap (of faith?) was quite impossible/would draw attention to us.
Dream Two
I still have the wings but i cannot use them! I am in my room. the window is wide open and the flyscreen has been removed/never existed. Sad - wings - clipped freedom? but it was okay i guess - the window was open for escape!
I see mother out on my roof. She is crawling on all fours across the sloped rooftop tiles
"what are you doing?" i ask her. She ignores me and keeps crawling. I realise she wants to jump off.
Alarmed I yell at her to stop and reconsider. i see/have a flashback of her climbing out of my window again. I lok at my window. i am about to climb out when it touches/hits/scrapes my lower leg? I turn to kat and tell her how much I owe my sanity to this window.
"Seriously man. Some days i was SO close to losing it. just getting up and leaving this joint. THIS CLOSE! (very very) but when i climb out of the window, it somehow touches me and gives me a sense of calm, makes me think things through. reconsider... Why has it let her (mother) through? Was it being malicious? It didnt like her? Only worked for me?
Anyway. I got up and climbed out the window after mum. She'd crawled over the gap between "my" roof and "kat's" roof (an 80cm - 1m gap?) and was now on the edge of the bathroom's roof - the highest roofpoint humanly possible to reach, overlooking the ground. "NO! DONT DO IT! THINK THINGS THROUGH!" I yell out. I know she will jump anyway/not listen to me...if only to spite us.
I am on the roof now - my section. Strightening up, nimbly 'dance' across the tiles, toes pointed like a ballerina. i leap onto the window ledge which is slanted. Two bounds and i am across, quite amazed i didnt fall over down the 1m gap as the ledge is quite slanted and i had nothign to hold onto. Perhaps it was because i had been so quick and light of foot? Maybe because i wasnt overanalysing/thinking about gravity. weight and whatnot?
I am onto the next roof now - Just in time to see mum hurl herself off the ledge.
I leap-step-dance over. She lies flat out on the lawn. head down.10seconds pass and her bdy gets over the shock. groggily and stiffly getting up, she lurches off.
I lower and drop myself down. Wonderign how she could have survives such a fall with her spinal injuries (displaced discs/broken back). I am angry adn ask her why she did it. She is crying now, and holds out a doctors prescription sheet.
"the doctor says he can no longer help me. i am too old"
doctor: "my life goal is to serve the younger sick people - make their lives more liveable and enjoyable whilst they can. You are no longer considered young so i must stop your treatments. I'll give you once year before your back gives completely and you will be confined to a wheel chair/paraplegic"
she sobs some more. "So i've decided to do everything and anything i've wanted to. live life to the fullest ... before i become confined to the wheelchair. If i dislocate some more back discs, so what? i'll be paraplegic soon anyway!
how sad.
p.s i have yet to watch constantine.
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