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I had this dream and what I remember is that I was supposed to give birth to something eventually, and then it would be exchanged for a baby. I was in the woods, and then all of a sudden I stumbled upon a newborn human, but I wasn't even three months, so the exchange man would get suspicious and probably try to kill it. I gave it to my mom to nurse, because her breasts would do the job.
In a span of about two minutes, it morphed into a dragon-cat, and was already chasing another dragon and fighting with it. Mom tried to break them up. It grew bigger over time, and then grew smaller, as I had to hide it in a bag. It listened well and slid itself in like a weasel or a ferret.
Then we were back in the camp, fighting over who would sleep in what bed, and then the whole family/organization was packing up to go the next day. I woke up, went outside with my brother and talked about how we would keep the catdragon safe, and since we didn't know its gender it had to have a name. Sometime in the dream we figured we'd call it colour.
We went back inside and everything in our rooms had been packed up - mattresses and lights and stuff, so it was all the personal stuff like paint sets and pencil crayons and clothes I had to take, and then I had derek and a friend (might have been Sarah) help take them out. Before that, we let colour explore a bit, but it ran off so fast, and it scared Gordon. Gordon was friendlier in the dream, and let us pet him, and colour felt just as soft as gordon. It just had fluorescent bands and some scales and those crazy face webbed things that made it look really cute.
Then we dragged all my stuff downstairs and loaded it onto the van, I think Tracy and Dad might have been there, and people kept saying "I don't know where it goes, find a place yourself". I loaded the main things and went back upstairs for the little things, and then somehow I think the van/entourage left without me, with a mean spirited note explaining so, or without us, and I was wondering how I was going to catch up to them, and hoping to god that colour wouldn't try to make an appearance.
That's all I remember.
 Renee the Rabid Squirrel · Fri Oct 19, 2007 @ 09:11pm · 0 Comments |
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