I was walking down a hill beside a silver forest. The trees were straight and thin like leafless aspens close together, but metallic, alien, and inorganic. The grass along the edge of the woods was purple-black. I bent down to look at something curious I can’t recall and then moved on. The path led to a clearing on a bluff. The ground was glossy smooth and orange-brown. Beyond this was the water, bright blue water, rippling in the breeze beneath a blazing sun. To my left beside a creek or cove, I saw the strangest tree with two thick, beveled, horizontal branches positioned like the arms of an oriental dancer. Nothing like the others, it could have been a sculpture, though I knew that it was something almost living, vaguely sinister, and wanted to be seen. I stared at it a while and then moved on.
By then I’d walked to the edge of the bluff. Half-seen also to my left, two tall figures, humanoid in form but rounded, bulbous, half-transparent, dimly there and not-there. I knew that they could see me, though they gave no sign and didn’t move. Nothing that I’d ever want to gaze upon directly, and I didn’t. Below, the water, blue and wide and natural, the only thing in motion, obviously deep. Sunlight, bright light, reflecting off the surface. Whether lake or river, there was no way I could tell.
All of this a dream, of course, and vivid. During a now-forgotten stretch I woke up several times, conscious enough to read the glowing numbers of my bedside clock. Each time I fell back asleep and picked up where I’d been, like walking through a door.
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Ok, you’ve been definitely kidnapped by the aliens! Ha! Sounds like the beginning of a science fiction book.
I’ve found dull waking hours usually make wild dreams . Total escape from the dull and boring.
I would watch out on those long walks maybe a premonition.
Actually, it makes (symbolic) sense to me. Any dream this vivid, especially with colors, is usually significant, too. I’m talking to someone about it in a couple of days. A body of water almost always has to do with the unconscious. I recently had another dream that took place on a beach by a darkened ocean just at dawn. In this one, the sun is already up, and the water is a beautiful blue color. All very relevant for me. 🙂
Another person, especially a pro, can “read” the symbols in ways the dreamer can’t. I’ll probably see something I hadn’t thought of.
Just kidding, sorry I offended. Good luck with the dream interpretation.
Offended? Not in the least! I knew you were kidding, anyway. I just like to explain things, whether it’s necessary or not. Just ask my wife. 🙂
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