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clevermanka) wrote2013-06-27 09:07 am
clevermanka) wrote2013-06-27 09:07 am
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A bear in the library
This morning's dream:
I lived in an enormous house/apartment in a big city. Basically, it was one of those brownstones that'd been converted into a single-family dwelling. The top floor was a giant library with roof access where we had a garden. My family was a chosen-family type thing, and we were all a bunch of freaks with various borderline-magical powers. Mine was communicating with animals, but the animals weren't anthropomorphized at all.
The top-floor library looked like something out of a Harry Potter movie. All rich fabrics and carpets with crazy-tall bookshelves and beautiful leather-bound books. Soft, indirect lighting, and enough dust/haze to make it romantic and dreamy but not stuffy or oppressive. The ceiling was incredibly high--at least 20 feet. I'm pretty sure there was more than one story. It might have been magical itself--a bigger on the inside sort of thing.
We had recently taken in two pre-teen girls who were having a hard time adjusting to the fact that they weren't normal, one especially. She kept insisting she was a character from a fairy tale. While I was attempting to calm her down, a dove flew into the library from one of the open windows. I caught it and tried to figure out why it came in. It was severely distressed, but I couldn't see anything wrong. It was flapping in a panic and I couldn't figure out what it needed, so I went to the window to let it go.
When I returned to the girls, I told them that fairy tales aren't real, but sometimes magic can be. Then I noticed blood on my fingers and ran up to the roof to try to get the dove to come back for treatment.
While I was out on the roof, an enormous bear came barreling toward me. My reaction was more "oh not this shit again" than it was "holy shit bear on the roof" so this must have been a fairly common thing. It was not, however, a good thing, and I ran back into the library screaming for the matriarch of the house to come help with the bear who was going to go on a rampage in the library. I woke up to my voice in my head screaming "The bear! The bear!"
Really wish the light from my alarm had waited a bit longer to wake me. I would have liked to see how that one played out.
I lived in an enormous house/apartment in a big city. Basically, it was one of those brownstones that'd been converted into a single-family dwelling. The top floor was a giant library with roof access where we had a garden. My family was a chosen-family type thing, and we were all a bunch of freaks with various borderline-magical powers. Mine was communicating with animals, but the animals weren't anthropomorphized at all.
The top-floor library looked like something out of a Harry Potter movie. All rich fabrics and carpets with crazy-tall bookshelves and beautiful leather-bound books. Soft, indirect lighting, and enough dust/haze to make it romantic and dreamy but not stuffy or oppressive. The ceiling was incredibly high--at least 20 feet. I'm pretty sure there was more than one story. It might have been magical itself--a bigger on the inside sort of thing.
We had recently taken in two pre-teen girls who were having a hard time adjusting to the fact that they weren't normal, one especially. She kept insisting she was a character from a fairy tale. While I was attempting to calm her down, a dove flew into the library from one of the open windows. I caught it and tried to figure out why it came in. It was severely distressed, but I couldn't see anything wrong. It was flapping in a panic and I couldn't figure out what it needed, so I went to the window to let it go.
When I returned to the girls, I told them that fairy tales aren't real, but sometimes magic can be. Then I noticed blood on my fingers and ran up to the roof to try to get the dove to come back for treatment.
While I was out on the roof, an enormous bear came barreling toward me. My reaction was more "oh not this shit again" than it was "holy shit bear on the roof" so this must have been a fairly common thing. It was not, however, a good thing, and I ran back into the library screaming for the matriarch of the house to come help with the bear who was going to go on a rampage in the library. I woke up to my voice in my head screaming "The bear! The bear!"
Really wish the light from my alarm had waited a bit longer to wake me. I would have liked to see how that one played out.
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Awww.
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Awww.
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