Exhausting dreams....

[weebleflip]

Yesterday morning I woke up feeling tired... not because I’d slept badly, but because I’d had some really tiring dreams.  Is it just me who gets that?!

Aaanyway, they were both based around the coast; I’ve not been near the coast/watched/read anything involving the sea for a while.  I’m blaming Talis, as I’d had her Still Catch The Tide in my head the previous day...  :P

Hearing a slightly different version of that on AiirRadio last night reminded me of them.

 

 

The most striking and memorable of the two dreams was as follows:

 

I’m standing on the rickety wooden steps into a hut at the end of a pier or promontory.  A look-out of some form.  Looking through the hut and out of its empty windowframes I can  see an angry, grey sea beating on the walls...one corner is starting to fall away and the structure is becoming more unstable.  A radio in my pocket is playing generic pop.  A close female friend of mine, thin, scared and soaked to the bone, is trying to patch the place up, and begging me to help her.  I try to persuade her that it’s too dangerous to stay; we should head back and return and salvage what we can later.  She refuses to leave; I step back slightly when she tries to grab my arm.  On stepping back, I see the sea from around the hut, rather than looking through it.  It is blue and relatively calm, and the sky is cloudless.  The radio changes to a news bulletin giving a casualty report from a freak storm that sprung up then died away seven hours previously.

I look back into the hut; my friend is still there,  but somehow hazy.  I start to be able to see the lines of the hut’s walls through her.

I spend the rest of the dream trying to comfort her as she gradually fades from existence – wanting to be able to make her stay but knowing I can’t, and shouldn’t.

 

So, in some ways a pretty standard ghost story, but one that could only possibly work in a dream.  In any other medium/situation, there’s no way I could not have noticed that something was amiss immediately when I got to the hut – seeing calm sea and storm debris even if the storm itself had been missed.  My head is an odd place to be.

 

Comments

[aiwendel.livejournal.com]

gosh that is an impressive dream!

[tattercoats.livejournal.com]

Oh, my word. That's intensely vivid and narrative... I love it... it must have been unsettling to wake from, though!

Glad you were there listening in last night - thank you!

[weebleflip.livejournal.com]

Hehe, it did get slightly less coherent after that, but the main dream story was pretty much over by then. There was something about trying to catch a boat and a blacvk whale....

And, I very much enjoyed it! I've been listening to the parts I missed due to going to bed in the lab. today.

[lordofthewheel.livejournal.com]

So when are you writing the song about it then? :)

[weebleflip.livejournal.com]

Hehe :P I've written a few short stories and poems that were basically transcripts of dreams, but songs are a bit beyond me!

Some bizarre combination of One Small Boat, Sedna, Still Catch The Tide and, well, there are plenty of folk songs with miserable dead girls in them....