Fake wake
Recorded dreams.
Party (with mechanical elves)
I'm at a party in a big, dark house that keeps changing.
I have waist length, fuchsia hair that reflects purple in the light,
and is perfectly straight and cut into bangs.
I'm wearing my pink, purple, blue, black, and grey miniskirt (with diamond patterns),
a black belt, and thigh-high fishnets.
My face is painted up into an intense mask -Kabuki like.
I'm staring into a very clear, wooden framed mirror.
I go up a flight of stairs and find a bunch of scummy people lying about,
so I climb through a window to get onto the roof.
Astara is out there, dressed as a purple gnome.
Her hair is blowing all around her, and she looks very content.
There is some snow on the roof, so I walk carefully over to her.
We hear a noise and turn to see a 'Christmas Bus' driving away
to reveal thousands of foot high mechanical elves in red or green outfits,
all lined up on a small rollercoaster that reaches all around the house.
They spin around and move along the track at the same time.
(Astara's brother, Ashley, has created this)
I slide down the roof, landing on my feet as I hit the ground.
I have a bottle of white wine in my left hand, which I take a swig from
then pass on to the other people who are standing around.
I think to myself that it's funny that I looked into the mirror earlier
without realizing I was dreaming.
[This is funny, because it didn't dawn on me that I was STILL dreaming]
I go back inside the house and get into a conversation about bisexuality
with a lovely blue woman who has bubble wrap in her hair and pale pink eyes.
Highlander
I'm with Chris (L) who has become a sword wielding immortal
who slices people's heads off while spouting off amusing anecdotes.
It's as if we're stuck inside a 'Highlander' episode.
We're running amok in a Scottish castle.
I'm wearing a corseted green velvet dress,
and he's in a chain mail vest and worn, brown leather pants.
We slay everyone in the castle, then drink a lot of wine from a seemingly bottomless skein
before drunkenly riding off on stolen horses, laughing hysterically.
Eventually we arrive at a stone fort that's half in and half out of the ground.
We climb inside for a lovely romp and more wine. I'm feeling quite elated.
He asks what I'm doing for New Year's, and the dreamtime slips from past to present.
We find a pile of unused fireworks and set them all off.
They leave coloured stains and scratches on the sky; in the air.
He says that he loves me.
I try to figure out how long the dream has lasted, and figure about an hour.
[again, I didn't clue in to the fact that that would mean I was STILL in the dream]