dreams

Dream 27, Aug 11, 2021

So so sorry for the wait my cousin (midnight) couldn't text cause of some stuff they had to do and I got the dreams late AND when I got them for some reason I wasn't motivated to make the chapters so HERE IT IS!

I was so damn tired in this dream oh my god. I hate dreams where I'm tired, it's like those weird fever dreams. I figured out a pattern in my dreams, I do not dream of women much! Most of them include men as the "main" focus. Not a bad thing, just don't have lots of women characters as favorites. This dream was very clean and rich, everything was white and bright, kind of felt like I was in France to be honest. There was a tower that did look like the Eiffel tower, it was stunningly blinding almost. Almost like my vision had a filter to make everything hazy and brightened. I was in a fancy white boat, like a small ferry. It was medium size, enough to have lounge chairs and tables but not big enough to have a building on. It had one of those really big engines in the back with the whole water wheel thing going on. EVERYTHING was white on this boat and was "high society". On this boat were women, they all wore white dresses that went down to their ankles, these dresses were goddess-like in beauty. All wore these wide-brimmed floppy hats of some sort, these were all different colors in the neutral sense; black, grey, pastel, etc. Maybe some sort of role? None had white hats. They all had bold red lipstick and sleek eyeliner, lashes were really long too. All of their faces looked the same though. It was odd. All had white arm gloves with fingers that seemed too long proportionally. It's as if they were on the edge of being human. While me on the other hand, I was wearing a hoodie with my hair down (usually up in a ponytail and I'm not much of a hoodie wearer). I probably looked like a trash goblin next to these women. I sat on the white couch all slunched over, I was trying my hardest to sleep and not be disturbed. These women though, kept talking and conversing elegantly, some held fancy glass goblets full of liquid, others held fans, and some even held those long cigarette holders. One was always next to me, keeping me awake by either nudging me politely or asking me a question. The questions were simple; "What's your favorite color? How old are you? Where are you from? How's the weather? Do you feel cold or hot? How many fingers am I holding up? Etc." Half of these I could not muster the brainpower nor the care to answer. Lots of my responses were various grunts and shoulder shrugs. Caught myself drooling a couple times and felt my head hit her very sharp shoulder a few times (she always moved my head away gently using the back of her hand on my cheek). It felt like I was being watched by all the women. I hate being watched. As for the feeling, I guess I felt extremely cold, I guess I might have had a fever; it explains the sleepiness and haziness. After a while, the small ferry reached this bountiful white mansion on an island in the middle of the river. It was luxurious and powerful, with large columns and weird statues. The mansion felt odd too, like I was lost. After a bunch of nudging and unknown whispers, I stood up and walked with them into the mansion. Walking was surely an effort, kept tripping over my own feet. They walked into this little room with bookshelves and a dining room table, still all white by the way. I found a corner of the room and slugged my way down back to sleep as they ate their biscuits and drank their tea. One of them kept trying to get me to drink some tea but I ignored them and continued to doze. I dug myself into my jacket trying to get warmer, Eventually, a few women with black hats got me to stand up and follow them. I followed them into this office, the room was so gorgeous and so freaking white. At a white desk stood another woman, her hat was pure white and she had black lipstick. Her eyes were glowing a light yellow and she was tall, probably a good seven feet. She looked kind and had a gentle aura, yet she was hiding something. Not like I cared, I just wanted to go sit in the office chair and sleep. She dismissed one of the women and stood in front of me. She held me by my shoulders and the last thing I heard before I woke up was, "We did not give you that hat, whose hat is this." The lady spoke in such a demanding voice, kind of threatening. I woke up after that. I didn't even know I was wearing a hat in the dream, the only hat I could think of was a fedora. Which is still odd because I wear top hats, bowler hats, cowboy hats, and normal capped hats. Fedora's look weird on the head so I don't usually wear them.