Post your Dreams

[Crystal]

I had an awesome dream last night.

We had a party in our town and in the street with the stores and supermarkets were most people celebrating. I was there too and saw Johnny yong bosch walking. (I love that dude) I then suddenly sat down, grabbed my guitar even though I can't play in real life and started to sing the song alone from his band. Then he walked towards me, sat down as well and started to sing with me. So I tried to do the second voice. Only too bad Johnny couldn't sing his own song very well xD he was way too fast with some lines and with the others too slow so it just looked like as if I sang wrong all the time.

 

[nomad]

I was walking. Toward what, I don't know, but I didn't think I was going the right way. I skeptically headed toward this thicket of birch trees, when suddenly a raven swept down to my right and landed in mid air — as though it were standing on some kind of invisible plane. It had a chestnut, its shell intact, in its mouth. It bit down hard, and the nut shattered into fine crumbs. As the crumbs settled on the invisible plane, they formed the shape of a bird's foot, with the back talon pointing forward.

The raven took a few pecks at the crumbs and then flew in the direction the talon was pointing. When I turned back to the trees, they were all dead and grouped together and slanted away from me, forming a steep walkway. The raven landed facing away from me on a stump at the high edge. I walked and climbed toward it. When I was close enough, I reached out to touch its back, but it fell to the side, dead, and its cloudy eyes stared at me.

I looked up, and there was a leafy canopy with a few very thin weeping willow tendrils hanging down. I grabbed one to test its strength, as I often did when I was a child, and surprisingly, it was strong enough to support me. I climbed up just a few inches, twirling in front of the dead raven when its eyes switched on, yellow like dim light bulbs. Odin, who is the only representation of a god I've ever had in my dreams, spoke through the dead raven — not through its mouth, but vibrating through the corpse. He condemned me to live a lifetime as a bird. I didn't know the reason I was being punished, but I thought of saṃsāra. I closed my eyes and nodded in acceptance, then woke up.