I've just woken from a striking dream, so what better place to record it than here!
Some of it is really out there, but some of it couldn't be more plain. Anyways, here it is:
First off, I wasn't male or female, just sort of unidentified floating ME. I had arrived t this place where young women lived, like a girls' dorm at a college or something. I found my room and my room mate had already arrived, but wasn't there. I looked around to try to see what she was like, and decided I liked her already. Somehow I knew she was very expressive, and sort of a modernized hippie chick. I looked up, and a dress of hers was on a line, as if drying from the wash, and it was animated by a breeze, even though this was indoors. In fact, it was
so animated, the way it gracefully moved and swayed, that it seemed nearly alive. And I thought, I want inside that dress. Then I was distracted by some other girls coming in to invite us to go out with them. As it turned out, both the room mate and the alpha of the pack of girls, were women I know from Susan's! The room mate I consider dear, and Miss Alpha I have spoken to and like but don't know very well.
Anyway...we went out. We were meeting up with people at some club. When we got there, I got distracted with a pinball machine. (I used to love pinball, when i was college age.) But this was a special pinball machine. It told stories. As I manipulated the flippers and the ball went around, different things happened, and I saw them all as if in some 3-D movie. Except it all seemed
real. So, I had
some control. but not a lot, and it was more than a game.
It seemed to be a war between good and evil. ("Armageddon pinball! Play now, test your skills!
) My character was a beautiful princess with long flowing dark hair. (guess who really has long dark hair? Yep, me.) Though she was Royal, she had been raised in the woods by three skunks. Disney-ish skunks, but still skunks, so that she had no idea she was Royal, and in fact, thought, "I stink." She had no idea that she inspired others, or that she had an important role to play in the game. Or that she was beautiful.
So, things went back and forth for a while, with strategies and ploys and successes and failures, until somehow I discovered a pistol that could be used to slay the other side's leader, who reminded me of the demonic Randall Flagg in Stephen King's "The Stand." So I went and found him, and pointed it at him, like ok, this is it, you're toast! But he laughed and grabbed the barrel and stuck it in his mouth, and when it went off it just made this sickening, hollow, dead sound that seemed like the essence of bottomless despair and negation. Even being near it made me feel ill. And I knew that he couldn't be killed because he
was death, he was hopelessness.
But I knew that he could still be opposed, even if not destroyed, so I went back to the "good guys'" camp to regroup. It took me a while to find my Princess cos the devil-man had been there. He wanted to stop her because she had become star surgeon, who could heal people. So he had blinded her, so she couldn't do her healing work. Plus she still didn't know she was Royal.
So there I was, trying to figure out how to restore her sight, and also to make her realize her Princess-ness, when i woke up.
So now I should say, that last night I was feeling blue, feeling disconnected and sad. So I feel like my dream was saying to me, "You're more than you think you are. What you do matters. Don't lose heart. There may be setbacks and disappointments, but it all matters. And look, you're the beautiful Princess you always wanted to be!"
Stealth
