I was a fairy.
My family and I were innocently visiting a place beneath what looked like the underneath of Redwood in the human world, acting human. (In this world, I suppose they were on the hunt for fairies.) However, someone shouted out accusingly our misconduct when in actuality it was a different little fairy girl.
We took care of our business, whatever it was, going deeper into the shadows as German shepherds and police-like guards started closing us in. But, we were fast. As the guards came towards us, we ran towards them and at the last minute flew up and upside down, running along the ceiling to pass them and run.
We were in a park now, and we passed a playground. Someone pointed out a whole dug out in the ground, and I recognized it as the little girl's since on our journey to the cave/crevice place I spotted her there. Big bags and boxes of candy, like sour patch kids, were uncovered. In order to throw the guards off my family's trail, from getting too close to them and figuring out where we lived, I grabbed a couple candies, covered the hole, and began flying in another direction.
I looked back to my family only to give a determined look; the look on their faces, I didn't read.
So I flew with all my might, looking back at my pursuers, to try and plan out my route. I needed them to follow me, not my family. In a flashy manner I flew, but I began to breathe heavily then. I was flying higher and higher into the air until I saw a little opening in a twist of trees and branches and brush. I dove down, only to fail and crash, falling into a muddy creek, man made I could tell from the concrete beneath me and the wall that I slammed against.
My body didn't listen to my inward pleas to move. So I lay limp, flat on my back.
In my head, I prayed to the creek and any sort of woodland sprites for their help. I heard in my head, "Drink the water," and so I did. I felt myself shift as a sort of algae covered my neck and my body melted to be like the water.
It was a confusing transition: I recall someone sitting to my side, not noticing me as I had been transformed. Slowly, the magic disappeared and I became exposed.
Either a dead body passed through in the water, or a banner in Japanese floated along. I remember it.
All of a sudden then, it was like we were in a sewage tunnel. Mrs. Benioff was there, reading a banner in Japanese on a table. I read along aloud with her. Then another banner would pass, and I flew up into the air to look down to read the Japanese characters, but not aloud. I got asked to read it by an investigator type person and I hopelessly lied that I couldn't. Of course, they knew that I could when I was reading before.
I can't remember how I got to this point, but I had to hold tightly onto these two boys as a tsunami came over, somehow saving them.
The events are a little out of order since I'm writing this later instead of when I first woke up.
I was taking care of a boy in the hospital. There's surely a story to go along with it, but this is a scene I remember.
I had a family. I couldn't tell if Dylan Wilson was my husband or not in it, but he was there.
I wish I remembered. Why didn't I write it this morning.
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My Head When I Dream
बेतरतीबThis is a dream journal of sorts. I don't actually remember my dreams that often, so we'll see how this goes.