Weird-dreams-o-rama
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caitirin's dream report will wind up being much weirder than mine, but I had one that involved quite detailed funeral rites, so I'm going to record it for possible use later. And interest ^_^
In this dream, I wasn't quite somebody not me, but it was more like I was me as I would be if I lived in a medieval-type setting. But I wasn't exactly me. Er. Right. Anyway, I was with this bunch of people out on a huge wide plain, and they were native types in the vein of Native Americans or Northern Pacific Islanders (err... if that's the term. Native Alaskans?). I was an outsider, alone with them and waiting for a boy that I knew to come and find me. They had just had a battle or some such thing and there were dead people about.
So the funeral procedure went like this. After the person was dead, they would cut off their head (for some reason this didn't freak me out as much, I think because the person I was in the dream wasn't overly bothered by it) and lay them on a woven blanket on the ground. Then they had these things, which looked a lot like oars only they were made out of light wood and the paddle part wasn't solid, but was woven like a dreamcatcher. They took four of these, and stuck two, crossing each other, in the ground on either side of the body. Then they would light these on fire and it would cremate the body. The people watching would be kneeling, then stand up and clap their hands once. I was behind a bunch of the native people as they were doing this, and I was trying to do it too, but I wasn't fast enough to be in synch with them. Then they started this chant-song that I was trying to keep up with as well, but I didn't really know the words.
After that, we went under this canvas tent, which was up on poles like a pavillion. It was absolutely massive, like the size of a large house or a castle. Then eggs started raining down out of the sky, bouncing off the tent, and everyone was trying to grab the unbroken ones so we could store and cook them. But then the birds whose eggs these were showed up. They looked like seagulls only with much shorter, smaller beaks. When I tried to grab eggs, they pecked and bit me. They were attacking someone else, and eventually we just decided to leave the eggs and focus on getting the birds to leave everyone alone.
Procraaaastinating. Whee.
caitirin's dream report will wind up being much weirder than mine, but I had one that involved quite detailed funeral rites, so I'm going to record it for possible use later. And interest ^_^In this dream, I wasn't quite somebody not me, but it was more like I was me as I would be if I lived in a medieval-type setting. But I wasn't exactly me. Er. Right. Anyway, I was with this bunch of people out on a huge wide plain, and they were native types in the vein of Native Americans or Northern Pacific Islanders (err... if that's the term. Native Alaskans?). I was an outsider, alone with them and waiting for a boy that I knew to come and find me. They had just had a battle or some such thing and there were dead people about.
So the funeral procedure went like this. After the person was dead, they would cut off their head (for some reason this didn't freak me out as much, I think because the person I was in the dream wasn't overly bothered by it) and lay them on a woven blanket on the ground. Then they had these things, which looked a lot like oars only they were made out of light wood and the paddle part wasn't solid, but was woven like a dreamcatcher. They took four of these, and stuck two, crossing each other, in the ground on either side of the body. Then they would light these on fire and it would cremate the body. The people watching would be kneeling, then stand up and clap their hands once. I was behind a bunch of the native people as they were doing this, and I was trying to do it too, but I wasn't fast enough to be in synch with them. Then they started this chant-song that I was trying to keep up with as well, but I didn't really know the words.
After that, we went under this canvas tent, which was up on poles like a pavillion. It was absolutely massive, like the size of a large house or a castle. Then eggs started raining down out of the sky, bouncing off the tent, and everyone was trying to grab the unbroken ones so we could store and cook them. But then the birds whose eggs these were showed up. They looked like seagulls only with much shorter, smaller beaks. When I tried to grab eggs, they pecked and bit me. They were attacking someone else, and eventually we just decided to leave the eggs and focus on getting the birds to leave everyone alone.
Procraaaastinating. Whee.
