Breathing Sky
Feb. 2nd, 2012 01:45 amI dreamed ( Read more... )
So we came out in an open space, one of those urban places that's six of one and half a dozen of the other, and after all the building up around it happens is not good for any of it. It was patchily concrete and sort of scrubby, full of nodding flowers and tall grasses. And then I realised, they were all nodding in time. Every blade of grass, every flower, moving together, up and down. We're standing in a courtyard, on a day that had been perfectly still, and yet... "The sky is breathing." I said it looking around, feeling it, air on my skin, gentle puffs at first but then huffs and shortly buffets. And in the glass around me I saw the light go shadowed, and bright, and shadowed, and bright. And slowly, I looked up.
And cast my hand up, grabbing air and holding on hard, while above me dived down the most enormous creature, the most beautiful, impossible, bright green and barbed around the edges, scales shining, fangs flashing, and gaping wide onto a FURNACE inside as the dragon let out it's breath!
... and around us turned into swirling smoke and fog, as the two conditions met, the fire and my little dome of air, and made soot and water fall out around us.
But I held.
And when the fire cleared I was standing there with my guide beside me, the bricks around us glazed and the glass slagged, and we were the only things left moving.
And with that dome held so tight I hadn't even heard the screams.
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I kind of wish I could screencap my dream, because that dragon was spectacular. It looked like it was CGI, but not in the blocky pixelated way, just because it was more vivid, saturated, spectacular than anything in the world around it. It looked like it had dropped in from another reality, and made our reality look rather shabbily designed.
The view from the breathing end though was not something I'd want to repeat though. Certainly not in my sleep, when I felt and believed it. Yowch.
So we came out in an open space, one of those urban places that's six of one and half a dozen of the other, and after all the building up around it happens is not good for any of it. It was patchily concrete and sort of scrubby, full of nodding flowers and tall grasses. And then I realised, they were all nodding in time. Every blade of grass, every flower, moving together, up and down. We're standing in a courtyard, on a day that had been perfectly still, and yet... "The sky is breathing." I said it looking around, feeling it, air on my skin, gentle puffs at first but then huffs and shortly buffets. And in the glass around me I saw the light go shadowed, and bright, and shadowed, and bright. And slowly, I looked up.
And cast my hand up, grabbing air and holding on hard, while above me dived down the most enormous creature, the most beautiful, impossible, bright green and barbed around the edges, scales shining, fangs flashing, and gaping wide onto a FURNACE inside as the dragon let out it's breath!
... and around us turned into swirling smoke and fog, as the two conditions met, the fire and my little dome of air, and made soot and water fall out around us.
But I held.
And when the fire cleared I was standing there with my guide beside me, the bricks around us glazed and the glass slagged, and we were the only things left moving.
And with that dome held so tight I hadn't even heard the screams.
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I kind of wish I could screencap my dream, because that dragon was spectacular. It looked like it was CGI, but not in the blocky pixelated way, just because it was more vivid, saturated, spectacular than anything in the world around it. It looked like it had dropped in from another reality, and made our reality look rather shabbily designed.
The view from the breathing end though was not something I'd want to repeat though. Certainly not in my sleep, when I felt and believed it. Yowch.