It's not often that I remember a dream. And if I do it's often for a brief period after waking up then I completely forget what the dream was. But today is different. I've been awake for a couple of hours now and I can not forget the dream I had last night or early this morning, whenever it was.
In this dream I found myself outside. The sun was shining and the sky was clear. I was at the edge of a field that had been plowed, such as the farmers do in spring to prepare for planting crops. The soil was a rich, black color with flocks of doves flying overhead. The flocks of doves varied in numbers but there were generally six to eight birds per flock. There were other people about, here and there, around the field. These people were more of a peripheral artifact. They were there but there was no interaction with them by me.
Here's where it gets strange. While walking along I would glance up to see a flock of the doves flying over head and out in front of me. Suddenly, three or four of the birds would slightly angle away from the rest, get in a straight line with one another from front to back while flying from left to right to myself. Suddenly, without warning, all three or four birds would explode. Insta-pop, if you will. A poof of feathers would appear and float off in the breeze. Left behind where the birds were mid flight was a message resembling that of one written by a sky writer airplane. But these messages were vertical, much like a billboard. They also appeared to be written in white smoke. After a few seconds the message would disappear. This scenario repeated itself several times.
Now I can't remember how the knowledge came about but it was the realization in my dream to me and others that these exploding doves, leaving what were advertisements written in smoke, were a creation and invention of the Chinese. I also do not remember what the messages said specifically other than they were advertisements for various services or products.
What the fuck is this about? I had trouble falling asleep because I had polished off two mugs of coffee around 9 p.m. local time U.S.(MST)
I was also going over the fight I was involved in shortly before retiring for the evening where I lost Crankenstein, my trusty Hurricane.
Reflecting back on the dream, I have to say that exploding doves that leave messages in the sky is pretty fucking awesome.
~Harri out
3 comments:
Hum... pretty simple.
The field is a big place, empty where nobody is to stand inside. Because it must host something very big and dangerous. Like a Hurricane for example.
The birds exploding and leaving messages are like those amarrian's fortune cookies. Crack them up and you get a mysterious sentence about your possible future or about amarrian's way of life.
As your doves explode and leave ads, try to see it that way: you are looking for informations, clues and advises about your next spaceship, which will fill in this sadly empty field in front of you.
It's your mourning period; a dream about hope and change.
Crankenstein's dead, long live the Hurricane !
NK
Intaki institute of neopsychology
Long live the Hurricane, NK. I lol'd. Thanks for commenting.
My pleasure.
Feel free to post more dreams :)
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