I had two very strong dreams last night, and both of them had the same intense quality to them. Sadly, they're fading fast, so I hope I can capture them before they go completely.
Water Disaster in a Warehouse
I am with two people, a man and a woman who are obviously a couple, and for some reason we are all in a huge warehouse. There is a bank of windows along one wall and they're all open. The warehouse is empty, except for us, and we need to bunk down for the night in there. We find a small office, enclosed in glass and facing the windows, which contain three mattress on the floor, so we spread our sleeping bags over them and go to sleep.
Some time later, there is a huge crash which awakens us, and we see that the windows have been blown out. A wave of water gushes in through them, and our mattresses are already soaked. The couple get up quickly, as do I, and tell me that now is the time for us to join together to work great magic. I'm feeling very scared and confused - magic? Where did that come from? I think to myself.
Nevertheless, I quickly gather myself together, and the three of us raise our hands as the chanting begins. I don't know what I'm saying, simply allowing myself to be the carrier of the words. Now I'm aware of something else - a feeling that I'm in some story book, that any moment, I will meet one of my favourite fantasy characters. I try and ignore this feeling and concentrate on - yes, now I understand what we're doing! - creating a shield around the windows.
In time, the wind dies down and the water stops gushing in. By now, we're standing knee-deep in it, and the warehouse becomes much smaller, now becoming a broken-down farm house. We continue raising the power until the water recedes from the floor, leaving behind only a thin muddy film. When we release this power, all three of us almost collapse and take a few moments to ground ourselves. The man then goes to the bottom of the rickity stairs and calls up, "Thomas! Come down and meet Lidia. Again. For the first time."
The way he says it indicates to me that I have lived through this before a number of times. I am again very confused and scared, because I know who I'm going to see coming down those stairs - Thomas Covenant, the anti-hero from The Unbeliever series by S.R. Donaldson. I just have enough time to wonder how all this happened and what kind of power the couple weilded before I woke up.
It was 5:00 a.m., and I could not fall back asleep all that quickly; when I did, I had this dream:
New Employment
I am starting a new job in a very busy office. Not only is it busy, it's very crowded with other employees, furniture and equipment. Nevertheless, the people are extremely friendly, and I settle in quickly. I walk around the building to get to know it, and am suddenly aware that there is nothing solid about it - the configuration changes, morphing from one form into another. And then I notice something else - all the employees, are friendly to the point of being non-productive. Everyone is just hanging around, chatting away, laughing but not working. I ask someone about this, and do not receive any reply other than a joke of some sort.
I try to go back to my desk, but find my way blocked by a woman who appears to be a nurse. She's carrying a needle, and as we collide, that needle falls onto my hand and scratches the skin. I know I was injected slightly by whatever that needle contained, but am told not to worry - it wouldn't harm me. In spite of the assurances, I feel uneasy, especially now that the top of my hand is very raw and bloodied, much more so than what that tiny scratch would inflict. I wrap up my hand in a clean bandage, and continue on my way.
Suddenly I hear loud cheering. I follow the voices and soon come to an opening through which I can see a lower level. It's full of people wearing medieval garb and they're all hoisting tankards and horns, and shouting "Wassail"!! I would love to join them, but cannot find the door that leads to the basement, yes, I can see clearly now that it's a basement, with rough stone walls covered with banners and tapestries. So I kneel down by the opening, while someone hands me a goblet, and I cheer along with them all.
And with that Wassail upon my lips, I rose up from my knees and walked into wakefulness...
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