Dreamwatch : Chaotic

[mundens]

Well, a certain someone instructed me to dream of "awesome wicked fae" among other things, and I don't know whether what I remember of my dreams counts as that, but it was certainly odd :

I don't know/remember how we got to this point, but jarratt_gray and I were standing at the edge of a large excavation full of muddy water in which various emergency service people were supporting what seemed to be a train over the hole. They were walking through in a chain carrying it in the way a coffin is carried. It was difficult work, and they were slipping, and it seemed important, so we leapt in to help.

But the firemen and other workers were too tall and we could only help by stabilizing them when they slipped in the mud. Finally, when jarratt_gray went completely under after stepping in an underwater hole that was deeper than he was tall, we dragged ourselves out, soaked, dirty, and cold.

Just as we did so, the water began to all drain away, we found ourselves stuck on a crumbling earth ledge between a building and the hole, which crumbled away until we were left with only the rough concrete edge of the building's foundations to cling to. Someone on a bull horn started raving about how the Police Department Seal should never have been broken on this facility. At the bottom of the hole was the top of a pair of large concrete cylinders like exposed sewerage pipes, but with huge metal covers, embossed with Police badges similar to those worn by MegaCity One Judges.

The covers were shaking, the concrete was crumbling, something was escaping, and we were clinging to a thin concrete ledge a few metres above the exit point! Then the covers dissolved like the cover under the pyre in the church in Silent Hill, and something exploded out, impacting the concrete wall next to where we clung like an armour-piercing shell.

We ducked the concrete shrapnel thrown off by the impact, and when we looked back, a green plant was growing from the impact crater. Very quickly it reached full growth and a fruit bulged from it's one thick stem. It was immediately apparent that the fruit was of great importance, and the person with the bullhorn, who turned out to be the Police Chief, somehow plucked the fruit before I could reach it.

I watched as he forced the fruit into the mouth of a large toad carved of soapstone, saying "This fruit must be for the Perfect Toad!" As he spoke the soapstone figure yawned and licked it's lips and grinned broadly, with a mouth looking more like Disney's Stitch than a toad.

It spoke to people like an oracle, as if it were passing on enlightenment As we were next to each other I heard what it said to jarratt_gray, which was something like "you will be able to find a way to make your dreams work without having to sacrifice your freedom".

When the Perfect Toad spoke to me it said "You are a pervert." I raised an eyebrow, saying "And?" in a "so what?" manner. It then continued on, revealing to me some important truth, and, as is often the way in dreams, I can't remember anything about it!

Having spoken to the Toad, to whom everyone was now deferring, I spoke quietly to the remains of the plant from which the fruit had been plucked. "That fruit was intended to renew you" I said. It replied "I and the fruit are tools of the dragon Wang Lung's, and the Toad is the property of Master Ho. It is not a tool's place to dispute what happened, our Master's will discuss any impropriety or hurt between themselves." From the plant's tone it was apparent that it certainly expected Master Ho and the Perfect Toad to be in serious trouble!

At this point I determined it was time to leave, as I imagined the results of Wang Lung's displeasure. But first, for no apparent reason, I attempted to buy a coffee in a nearby student cafeteria. A Fijian girl was serving and she was being very obstreperous refusing to tell me how much the coffee would cost, with the seeming intention of avoiding having to make any coffee. Of course it was possibly a cultural issue, it felt like something like that, as if she was unable or unwilling to directly answer the question.

In the end I gave up and headed toward the bus. On the way I stopped at news-stand, and purchased a copy of a cat-lovers magazine wrapped in cellophane containing a free cat-food sample, which I was going to give to Ning when I got back to seraphs_folly place. The cover of the magazine had a male human who had been surgically modified to look like a cat, and a blue one at that. Like a "real" example of Jim Carrey's the Cat-in-the-Hat.

As I climbed aboard the bus the proprietor of the news-stand started a hue-and-cry that I had taken three copies and only paid for one! I examined the package in my hadn and realized he was right. Recklessly I climbed about the bus as it drove away, my toes just clinging to the edge of the bus steps due to the packed nature of the bus.

Except as we pulled away I realized that the majority of the bus was empty but the doorway was full of people. I pushed thru them and sat in one of the many empty chairs and examined my ill-gotten gains, considering that the additional food samples would be good as there was more than one cat to be fed...

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[seraphs-folly.livejournal.com]

It sounds like a very fey dream! Interesting that there was a man on the cover of the source of nourishment being forcibly turned into a cat.

The Chinese overtone of the fruit part of things was interesting. I liked the image of the green sprout where there had only been muck and gray (no not Jarrat, the other sort).