||[Jun. 10th, 2004|12:22 am]
|||||Boney M. - Rasputin||]|
Odd dream last night...
This was a post-apocalyptic dream. Something had gone wrong with the Earth, resulting in the Sun being extremely intense. You couldn't go outside unprotected for more than a few minutes before your skin would get hideously burnt.
So, my home was for some reason host to a tribe of apocalypse survivors, including myself, some folks I know from 2600, a few of my Pagan pals, and some old ladies with whom I work. An eclectrc mix to be sure.
So, we were all safe in my house, which was in its larger dream state. (Side note: when I dream of my house, it's often somehow much larger on the inside, and the arrangements and so on usually seem to be same large version of the place from dream to dream, even if the dreams are otherwise unrelated. Isn't subconscious consistency neat?)
Anyhow, we were attacked by a rival tribe, which for some reason were mostly wearing furs. Not the best wear for a death-by-sunlight apocalypse.
There was no actual fighting, though, because in the context of this dream all disputres were settled by.... wait for it...
( it gets weirder...Collapse )