Thread: Lovinia's Kaleidoscope Mind Surfing

My friends are often in my dreams, alot of the time they die. On rare occassions though, things like this happen.

I was at my friends house, only it was very different. We were in what I presumed to be the basement, only it was scarecly decorated but welcoming nontheless. We went unpstairs to a foyer type area, I started putting my coat on. I remember looking into a long mirror trying to rearrange my outfit. I was wearing a denim wrap dress over some pants, with a trenchcoat over that.
When I was finished a young man walked through the door, he was visiting my friend. I said my goodbyes and left. Walking through the city. It was a nice day out and everything around me was so vivid. I remember the trees and the teenagers I seen playing in a basketball court near a school that I recognised as one I went to.

I took a short cut through the alley, like I always did on my way home. I was staring at the graffitti as I walked by, but as I got farther in I starting wondering where I lived. I couldn't remember. Then, I came to a stop, there was a tall wooden fence blocking my way. I thought about going through but I could see dogs on the side, through the small spaces between the wooden boards. I turned and started running back through the alley. Noticing things that I hadn't before. A car with a woman sitting in it, she wasn't doing anything.
I tried going back to my friend's house but I couldn't get there, either. I found my friend's mother at some place, it looked like one of those train stations where you buy your tickets and wait. Large windows made up most of the small building, with a glass door on the side.
I went inside and spoke to her, telling her that I couldn't remember where I lived. She didn't know either.

You know when there's people in your dreams that you don't know? But feel like you've known them for so long? yeah....me too

I was in my home, wearing a long gold dress and speaking to my aunt. Then there were two foreign men who came down the stairs. They were both wearing black pants and white button up shirts. I don't remember when I got it but I had a small black snake. He was about the size of my arm, from my elbow to the tips of my fingers. He slithered down onto the carpet. He had a name, but I don't remember it.
Anyways, I went out of the house with two girls. I told my aunt I was going to the gym. We walked through a bit of forest, it was nighttime so I couldn't see very well. As we got closer to a small building, I could the light from the inside.


It wasn't decorated like a gym at all, it had carpet and a T.V. One of the girls and I started following a workout dvd, it was difficult to do since I was in a dress and heels.
When I went back into the house, I had a larger snake. This time, it was yellow and white. I recognised it as the Albino Burmese Python, my favourite. I carried it on my shoulders until it slithered away.



(the dress was like this, but gold and metllic)

There's this dream I had years ago, i've never forgotten it and I don't think I ever will. It's funny though, it does sort of represent the situation in my life now

My mother, my cousin Shannen and I were looking for my younger cousin Frankie (Yes, he is Shannen's little brother). We were in some small apartment. When we reached one of the bedrooms my mum was the first person inside. She went over to Frankie. I stood in the middle of the room and Shannen went over to the window on the far side of the room, almost directly across from where I stood. The window was open about half way, she sat on the sill.
I don't know why why but Frankie put his hand behind a bunk bed that was on the far side of the room. On the right side. He was looking for something. All of a sudden a small, doll-like hand reached out and stabbed him. The knife went through the center of his hand. Blood was spilling out of his hand and while my mum was helping him, Shannen fell through the window. I ran to the window and stuck my head out, she was on the ground below. Her body was twisted and broken, but her eyes were open, she was awake. She seemed so far down, it was a long fall. A guard came and lifted her up like a duffle bag. He tossed her aside, then went back to his post.
Suddenly, I was standing in the middle of the room again. Mum was helping Frankie and Shannen had fallen through the window again. It happened over and over again. Each time she would fall through the window, I would run and poke my head out and watch the guard pick her up and toss her to the side.
The last time it happened, I ran to the window and stuck my head out but this time the guard hit her with a beating stick and tossed her aside.

(closest I could get to the view from the window)