FisherTwelve
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Just remembered bits of a second dream from last night.

I was in a giant, fancily-built log cabin on a high mountain, overlooking a misty view of an overcast valley (missed a dreamsign! Argh! ) and I was staying with a very large family. Most of the dream took place in a pagoda outside the cabin - an open area with a roof, a concrete floor and some tables. There was some giant love triangle going on, and most of the male members of the family were arguing over someone. It was all very strange. I can still recall some of their faces - there was a tall, young guy with silvery hair, a slightly older redhead and a pink-haired teenager. I know there were others, but I don't remember them.

Then I woke up.

Camp. Lots of trees, a small dirt clearing near a lake, some cabins gathered around. One is an old church that's been converted to a mess hall. Looks like my brother's music camp, but with more trees. Suddenly, it's night time. I don't remember seeing anyone, but there were other people there. We were on a team, competing to see who could find a kill a monster first.

Shame I can't remember, I think it was a really cool dream. :C

I'm a rabbit. That's odd enough.

Well, I'm an anthropomorphic rabbit - kind of like a furry, but more realistic; I'm actually a rabbit walking on two legs, just human-sized. I'm very light-colored and I'm somehow aware that I have a strip of dark orange fur down my back, though at no point in the dream do I look at my back. I am also a cowboy rabbit (cowgirl, really, though I wasn't really wearing the stereotypical cowgirl suit) and as such I am dressed up in desert cowboy gear. Two fox tails are hanging off of the back of my hat as a testament to my hunting skills.

I am sitting in the wide open desert, on a rug outside of a tent, fiddling with my gear. Even though it is the desert, it isn't burning hot, oddly enough - the wind's blowing crisp and pleasantly cool, like on a nice Fall day. I look up and a yellow-furred mouse I recognize to be my elder and mentor is walking towards me. I wave, turn to back up my stuff into my satchel, and then begin to walk towards him. He tells me that this desert is different from others and he needs to teach me some of the dangers.

We walk in a straight line, on a path that is edged by dunes. As we go along, chatting casually, I notice that the dunes are getting more and more detailed - I'm seeing wildlife and strange, colorful plants growing out of them. At one point, in between two dunes on my right, there's a long rectangular pond edged by stones with blooming cherry trees and grass surrounding it. Underneath the cherry trees, the sky is different - there are large, puffy clouds slowly moving across the blue, reflected in the water. It's a bit like a Japanese garden, and very vivid.

We keep walking, however. One other landscape stands out in my memory. Between two dunes, there are several large leafed-out trees and colorful plants poking up from the sand. Eagerly, I step forward to walk through, curious to see what's on the other side - but my mentor pulls me back, and several seconds later a group of predatory venomous frogs between the sands. He reminds me to always look before you leap, and then says that that's enough for the day.

There's a small timeskip and suddenly I'm at home, in the kitchen, near my mother - an older plain brown rabbit wearing a blue dress. I remember the kitchen being a very dingy, small version of my grandmother's, with much less color. The windows over the sink have a view of tree-covered mountains, surrounded by gray mist and an overcast sky. (Last time I looked out in a window in a dream, I saw this same view and it was also in a dark, dingy room, over a sink. Potential dreamsign, maybe?) There is a ladder behind me leading to the attic/my room, so I climb up it.

The room is made of dark, slightly faded wood, and the ceiling seems like it was in a pattern like a wicker basket. I can still hear my mentor's voice in my head, though I didn't see him any more - he is telling me that it is almost Christmas. Indeed, as I look around the room, there are various shelves and my dresser topped Christmas ornaments, though they are scattered and disheveled. My mentor tells me to clean them up to make my mother happy, because she is sad for some reason, so I do - I go around the room and polish and arrange them. There is one set of chesslike pieces of Christmas figures that stand out in my mind for some reason; they are slightly worn and made of frosted blue glass.

Eventually, I sit back down on my bed to observe my handiwork - the room is considerably brighter and cheerier. In fact, the color itself seems more vivid, and the lighting is as if someone turned off a harsh, sterile white light like one you would see in a doctor's office and turned on a yellowier, friendlier one. I feel happier and warmer on the inside, and I am aware that relatives are coming into the house downstairs. I head back to the kitchen, which is bright and happy once more.

Then I wake up.