Nicest bird ever + Helm's deep again

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.