One of my favorite dreams was one I had years ago, when I felt an indescribable desire to protect this tiny cocoon I started off carrying in the palm of my hand. It felt like the entire world wanted me to drop this cocoon; random gusts of wind, people bumping into me, even a car accident, everything conspired to make me lose the tiny silk object. Eventually God or whatever thing ruling this world stopped even trying to be subtle, summoning hurricanes and earthquakes, and I had to run for my life through town and into the room I lived in at the time. The entire building I was in shattered apart beneath me, and I could see down into the earth's molten core, but still I hung gently onto the cocoon. Then I decided after a moment's hesitation to keep the cocoon above my head, out of harm's way, as long as possible before I fell. As I plunged towards certain death, the cocoon tore open above my head, its occupant free, and I smiled to find that it was a beautiful glowing butterfly with wings of every conceivable color.
There were more stuff about it, and people I knew in the dream, but that was essentially the gist of it. I still rank it up there among some of my weirder dreams, along with the one where I piloted a giant robot on an aircraft carrier, and one where my father was a narc officer.
There were more stuff about it, and people I knew in the dream, but that was essentially the gist of it. I still rank it up there among some of my weirder dreams, along with the one where I piloted a giant robot on an aircraft carrier, and one where my father was a narc officer.
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AV by Kura-Ou
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My Balmung profile.
AV by Kura-Ou
Wiki (Last updated 01/16)
My Balmung profile.
