So I just woke up in the middle of the night and I remember my dream very well (usually never do).
Here 'tis. Im driving on these icy Icelandic-esque roads with this mother figure. We keep passing these views that are just BEAUTIFUL. Like these clouds that look like crystal in opacity and shale like in form, they are a strange dark smoky blue. I insist I want to get out and investigate but she speeds on. She, being too excited about the views, keeps going and we pass these crazy gothic-esque burned out tree stumps that look like a pyre/castley thing. This continues until we turn a corner that resembles the road where my cabin in Sylvan Lake is (it's a hairpin turn, super icy, so I pray we don't die), we take it Way too quick and finally careen to a stop. I had already begun to open the door 'cause I really wanted to get out and go back and look at those crazy clouds. It was about 10 meters before the car slid to a halt while I pretty much rolled out of the passenger side door... Unfortunately we were at the base of a big hill on top of which a large reindeer was, it began to stamp it's feet once I got out of the car... so I began to run, away from the road towards the opposite side of the street from the views, along a lake. So I am running and am joined by some mythical flying tiny greyhound that latches around my neck. I think it is trying to get me back in the car, but it is just up for some fun (rather innapropriately as I am running for my life and it is latched around my neck, gleefully). I've been running only shortly and the reindeer is close. In this dream I know that this type would bite you or something, so I slide underneath an embankment created on the shoreline by an overturned tree. There are lots of big river rocks around so I barricade these frantically in front of me, specifically my face. I do this really quickly as it is hot on my tail and tela-communicate with the tiny and excitable greyhound to keep running/flying as to lure the reindeer. The reindeer is pushing it's snout at the rocks around my face, as if trying to eat me. It was only about 3 seconds before this I got the final rock there in time, so my hand is still exposed. But rather than trying to bite at it, it seems very calm. The flying greyhound is still present, I tela-communicate that I expect until a priest or faery comes to charm/calm this reindeer and get it down on it's haunches (similar to the way a dog sits) and rest it's head on it's forehooves... I am stuck. But it begins to do so immediately, in front of my rock barricade (which looks allot like a hiking spot in North Vancouver I used to always bring Rosie, the little girl I nanny, to) ... and then I woke up.
Oh the exhilaration of it all. It was in black and white pretty much, or a very white snowy bleak northern climate (with ash trees, no leaves, so the trunks are black n white). But it had these Vivid almost photoshopped fake electric colours that were smoked and dulled by a cinder hue everywhere. The greyhound slightly resembled the enchanted dog dragon off the Neverending Storey, however it was the size of a daschund. The mother figure looked quite a bit like my aunt who looked like my mother. The car was an old pale blue and rusty Toyota Tercel, I used to own a coal one. Psychological. Those clouds, they were freaking cool. Wish I could go back down that road and look a time, for a Long time. Maybe I can, going back to sleep now.
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