29. June.
An event in my dream felt strangely significant to me. It might be the first time dreaming it, but it was as if I knew exactly what to do.. there was just something great about it.
In a pool (switched between being an inside pool and being an ocean) me and some other person was in the water, while some others were here and there around the pool, not particularly staring, but think there was someone. With us in the water, we had, and this is the significant part, a bird - a mixture of a penguin and a raven almost. It was very cute and it was about the size of... from my toes to the middle of my thigh. It had a thread or a leash, you could say, around it and it eagerly and willingly pulled anyone holding on to it, over to the other side of the pool. It was unbelievably strong and fast in the water, and it could pull more than one person, and sometimes did tricks in the water as it shot through. It never used its hands/wings much for swimming, and I can't remember that much about its feet. Whenever we grabbed on to the ledge when it had reached the end, it would stop. It was so friendly. I really love this bird, especially now that I've woken up. In the dream I remember asking someone ironcally "I wonder what drives this thing" as in asking what possibly gives the bird the will and intention to pull us across the water in a leash. I still don't know. Sometimes I had to be careful not to breathe in water since I tended to fly a bit up and down above and below the water surface in the speed it went. I never did breathe in water though, but it made me miss something that was supposed to be a backflip from this bird. Because when we reached the end of the pool once, two friends of mine had laughed and said it actually did a backflip in air. So, pulling us back and forth with good intention was what the bird did. One time it reached a ledge, but this time it was a little shore with big rocks.. not a shore but just big rocks by the end of the pool, as if we were outside. It climbed onto the rocks, as did we, and someone eventually started petting it. It was really an amazing animal, and it feels more significant than a "regular" dream. It's like I want it to have a name and make a big deal out of it. Chances are I'll include it in future art. Drawings, illustrations, music... Well, after we had sat on the rocks there a bit, I did a backwards jump and almost landed on some rocks just and behind below me, but managed to get out in the water fine. The bird understood and got out in the water as well, and started going forward, and I found and got hold of the thread/leash just in time to go across with it again. This was the last I dreamt before I woke up.
Before this dream, I had another Lord of the Rings helm's deep dream. Yes, I've had this dream very very many many times. But it's always different, and this time the castle was different and we were much more outnumbered and chanceless. I hid behind some walls in the open castle, where orc archers could hit me with arrows if I didn't. The rest of the people on my side were probably out there fighting though, and eventually some dangerous orc/uruk/creature (didn't look like an orc really) came into the room, and I knew I needed to make a quick grab for any of the swords our team had heaped up somewhere in the floor. It was a strange sword I picked up, long, heavy, almost useless and it had grab handles on both sides of the sword. I blocked 3-4 hits controlled from the orc before we both lost control and hit about us slightly more random and wildly. Simply hitting it a couple of times wouldn't do the trick, and I think even I received some hits without any consequence. Shortly after, I wasn't the victim so much anymore. I kept the sword in my right hand and picked up a smaller knife/sword from the ground as well after it came back down some stairs (what did it do upside?). For some reason this went a little better. The next thing I can remember is holding onto the orc with my hands and rubbing it chanceless with rough sandpaper. The more places I rubbed it on him, the weaker he became. It never finished really, that scene, it just ended, no one died or anything. Later in the dream, me and a friend walked outside of the castle, which was now a school I went to over 5 years ago. I explained him how obvious it was that it had to be a Lord of the Rings Helm's Deep dream. Inside the school, my mom was with lots of co-workers or something having some meet-up big social event. She had made a temporary copy of herself so that she could do something while the other took care of the social coffee drinking. Later I just went home to me, along with my friend and i don't remember more.
onsdag 29. juni 2011
lørdag 18. juni 2011
Harry Potter vs Voldemort
A dream this morning:
I was Harry Potter, and had to escape from Voldemort in my own house. It was much like many other escape dreams I've had, where I try all sorts of things in desperation but to no use. I ran downstairs, out the bottom floor-door through, ran around the house and tried to hide under some obvious sorts of... trees or something, that was lying on our way down to the house. He quickly found me and stepped on me. He didn't try to kill me right away, he was just sort of mocking me and watching me run around pathetically. I couldn't think of any spells really, and most of what I tried to do to him was gibberish speaking and pointing the wand. I remember running from him in the backyard, where we stayed most of the dream and I tried to do pathetic spells such as Alohomora (which is meant to open locked doors) on him, and he laughed and mocked me by impersonating me doing a "vingardium leviosa" spell.
Eventually, things just changed and it slowly but certainly turned into a complete Tom & Jerryish comedy, and very violent. It started with me recalling the spell which is supposed to block incoming spells. In my dream it was "Hindrio", but that's the norwegian translation spell for a different spell, actually. But anyway, I managed to start blocking spells. And this all happened in our backyard. I remember I used the spell that summons Harry's Patronus (guardian thing, it's a stag). It chased Voldemort and hit him quite a bit. When Voldemort came back I tried to use it again, but I guess I had to wait longer. I recalled the disarm spell, the spell that's supposed to make him lose hold of his wand. That worked and I started getting the control actually. Not only did he lose his wand, I physically started beating him in the face over and over again. It was very strange. I didn't have complete control, but got it more and more. Not all spells worked, but I pretty much made him lose his wand and beat him up. Eventually there was a second person, but not in focus, and not helping anyone out. After beating him Voldemort for a long time, he eventually confessed that last night he had tried to read in a book how to summon a serpent Patronus. The roles changed, and now Harry tried to help the poor Voldemort, and spent an evening next to Voldemort reading books with him and researching for him. I remember the phone rang and I took it and said "Harry Potter and Voldemort." The person in the other end seemed very confused, almost angry. I said something like "okay, Daniel Raaaadcliffe then"! I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but the focus changed a bit. I still had to make sure Voldemort didn't kill me, and I remember him standing on the grass, and Harry Potter just coming from behind him and like stabbing him repeatedly with his wand. It didn't go into him or anything, and it appeared to be humorous in a way, in a way. I did another disarm spell and made him lose his wand (actually there were two of them), they flew down in the forest. He was frustrated and sad because he said he had really worked to get hold of his wand this evening. Like he deserved it. This second person reminded me of the "apporto" spell, which could make me make objects fly to me. I yelled "apporto wands" in a Harry Potterish way and it was pretty cool that they actually flew up from deep down the forest, right past a random jogger and landed close to me. There were also scenes where me and Voldemort raced to wands lying nearby. But many scenes where I just hit him a lot in the face. I remember beating him up by the edge of the backyard, bordering to the forest, and there's a little drop there, so I eventually beat him off this little ledge so his head hit a rock. He started babbling about the nature of his choices but in a way that didn't sound like he blamed me. Something like "you make me feel pain and that makes me want to do that to you-blablalba", but it was more of some words that came out of him while he was climbing back up, and I think I might have said "sorry.." at some point.
The rest is unclear or uncallable. I do recall one funny scene where he had ran towards me and I had done that "Hindrio" spell, and it made him crash really cartoonyously into an invisible wall. All in all, a first scary, then funny and strange and inappropriate dream.
I was Harry Potter, and had to escape from Voldemort in my own house. It was much like many other escape dreams I've had, where I try all sorts of things in desperation but to no use. I ran downstairs, out the bottom floor-door through, ran around the house and tried to hide under some obvious sorts of... trees or something, that was lying on our way down to the house. He quickly found me and stepped on me. He didn't try to kill me right away, he was just sort of mocking me and watching me run around pathetically. I couldn't think of any spells really, and most of what I tried to do to him was gibberish speaking and pointing the wand. I remember running from him in the backyard, where we stayed most of the dream and I tried to do pathetic spells such as Alohomora (which is meant to open locked doors) on him, and he laughed and mocked me by impersonating me doing a "vingardium leviosa" spell.
Eventually, things just changed and it slowly but certainly turned into a complete Tom & Jerryish comedy, and very violent. It started with me recalling the spell which is supposed to block incoming spells. In my dream it was "Hindrio", but that's the norwegian translation spell for a different spell, actually. But anyway, I managed to start blocking spells. And this all happened in our backyard. I remember I used the spell that summons Harry's Patronus (guardian thing, it's a stag). It chased Voldemort and hit him quite a bit. When Voldemort came back I tried to use it again, but I guess I had to wait longer. I recalled the disarm spell, the spell that's supposed to make him lose hold of his wand. That worked and I started getting the control actually. Not only did he lose his wand, I physically started beating him in the face over and over again. It was very strange. I didn't have complete control, but got it more and more. Not all spells worked, but I pretty much made him lose his wand and beat him up. Eventually there was a second person, but not in focus, and not helping anyone out. After beating him Voldemort for a long time, he eventually confessed that last night he had tried to read in a book how to summon a serpent Patronus. The roles changed, and now Harry tried to help the poor Voldemort, and spent an evening next to Voldemort reading books with him and researching for him. I remember the phone rang and I took it and said "Harry Potter and Voldemort." The person in the other end seemed very confused, almost angry. I said something like "okay, Daniel Raaaadcliffe then"! I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but the focus changed a bit. I still had to make sure Voldemort didn't kill me, and I remember him standing on the grass, and Harry Potter just coming from behind him and like stabbing him repeatedly with his wand. It didn't go into him or anything, and it appeared to be humorous in a way, in a way. I did another disarm spell and made him lose his wand (actually there were two of them), they flew down in the forest. He was frustrated and sad because he said he had really worked to get hold of his wand this evening. Like he deserved it. This second person reminded me of the "apporto" spell, which could make me make objects fly to me. I yelled "apporto wands" in a Harry Potterish way and it was pretty cool that they actually flew up from deep down the forest, right past a random jogger and landed close to me. There were also scenes where me and Voldemort raced to wands lying nearby. But many scenes where I just hit him a lot in the face. I remember beating him up by the edge of the backyard, bordering to the forest, and there's a little drop there, so I eventually beat him off this little ledge so his head hit a rock. He started babbling about the nature of his choices but in a way that didn't sound like he blamed me. Something like "you make me feel pain and that makes me want to do that to you-blablalba", but it was more of some words that came out of him while he was climbing back up, and I think I might have said "sorry.." at some point.
The rest is unclear or uncallable. I do recall one funny scene where he had ran towards me and I had done that "Hindrio" spell, and it made him crash really cartoonyously into an invisible wall. All in all, a first scary, then funny and strange and inappropriate dream.
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