Dream a Little Dream, with Dragons and other Mythical Beasts.

Ask anyone I've lived with and they will attest I have some odd dreams. Not that I have lived with psychics or anyone involved in any Inception-type activities, but I just have the habit of letting it pour out. I also have read that the reason our dreams seem so odd is that we go through multiple cycles and we wake up it is the order that has gone out of wack. With that in mind, stick with me.

On a family vacation to the west coast, some unknown part of California that looks surprisingly like the Dominican Republic. Everyone is enjoying the beach and I wander off to this old gothic cathedral. I speak with the father there and he begins to speaks with some apprehension about the travel group we went through. He gives me some directions to the sublevels of the cathedral and tells me to come back later with my camera. I return to my family and enjoy the beach for a bit. Someone points out how odd the waves look. The water is a beautiful teal/light blue but when the waves crest and roll the water turns a deep red. I bring up the "seas running red with blood" quote from The Bible and reference the end times. Someone corrects me saying that was only for Moses in the Old Testament. Everyone is captivated by the red tide. Never mind that during this: there is a plane that leaves a dotted jet-stream with each dot looking like the plane itself and slowly fading out (this was explained to me as a way to keep track of where the plane came from, as if a normal jet-stream didn't hack it); a double-decker plane/bus/boat with the shape resembling a dolphin; an amphibious RV that drives into the ocean over beach goers; and creepy men in black trench coats combing the beach. Apparently, everything else is normal.

I run off to keep my appointment with the father and get semi-lost wandering around the cathedral which is now a castle(?). Every stone in this place is three times my size and lighting my way is no torch nor flashlight, just the glow and flicker of some invisible light source right in front of me. When I reach my destination the father is waiting for me on a boat at the end of a rickety dock, which leads out into a gloomy swamp with an odd yellowish hue to the light. I hop aboard and we venture out through the twisted trees, murky water and an over-abundance of spanish moss. We arrive at a small land mass with some luggage and the father just points for me to look closer. I slide into the murky water and get closer to the luggage, there are no tags or indicators, but I know this belonged to someone using the same travel group as my family. It was a larger bag opened up with a smaller piece of luggage inside. As I investigated this, the luggage was extremely worn and had some awefuly strange red/brown stains, I realized at this point I needed to show my family; alas, I forgot my camera. I continue to investigate and inside the smaller case was A CAMERA! with no SD card :( (So close yet so far.) The father tells me we have to leave now. The sky is growing dark and stormy and we rush back. Everything is a blur as I return to my family and we get in our plane to leave, it is after we are in the air that things begin to slow into something recognizable again.

So our plane is more like a house with an open floor plan, still shaped like a plane, and flies. The spaciousness of this plane puts AirBus to shame with three levels, multiple bedrooms, a full-size kitchen, dining room, two bathrooms, 3 viewing decks (open air, no windows, nice breeze while flying though), and more open sitting rooms than I can remember. Plenty of storms in the area and I start to get a bad feeling. I tell my sister to take the kids somewhere safe. Weird shapes are flying through the clouds and ominous roars and screeches are now heard. For some reason my nephew runs up to me holding three really big knives (practically short swords). We come under attack by little flying creatures and we're all running around trying to defend our plane/house. Jess and my Mom hole up in a closet somewhere with the younger kids. Kanyon escapes somehow and helps be fight leprechauns, while we wear orange and green sunglasses that protect us from the spell of their songs. (What the spell does, I don't know, I just know it's bad.) Kanyon has the leprechauns on the run and my mom walks by, but something isn't right. I chase her down as she ducks into a bathroom and before the door closes I burst in. My mom is standing there smiling, I'm in a rage with my knife (a much smaller one as I traded with Kanyon), my mom's features shift. Literally, the shape and color of her face changes slightly. Awesome, we now have a changeling on board. I grab it by the throat and it does it's best to hold my mom's form while I threaten it. It breaks it's form as I scream, "SOMEONE, I NEED A BIGGER KNIFE!!!" (and it appears to have a brownish/purple skin, no nose, and elf ears) and confesses.

It relays a tale of how the travel group we've gone through has thoroughly destroyed many habitats of mythical creatures to make resorts on special beaches and other locals. He explains the reason why so many vacations feel "magical" is because the very place they are on is magic. A group of the creatures have created a resistance to destroy the travel group and they target travelers and destroy them to create bad press for the organization, but the travel group is so well connected that the stories never get out. We are interrupted by a louder-than-normal roar. I trust the changeling now and he seems to regret attacking innocent travelers, all fighting aboard the plane has stopped. We step out onto an observation deck and out of the clouds giant black chinese dragons (long snake-like bodies, tiny legs) slide towards us. I ask the changeling how to stop them since all the other creatures have stopped attacking us (as Kanyon continues to wrestle a leprechaun while laughing). He admits, once the dragons are released they are of a single mind and are not deterred till the target is destroyed. I rush to gather everyone so we can all make a last stand. I find Jess with Noelle, both motion sick. Mom is covered in some slime; Jeremiah, Cully, Anitra and Hogan are all holding weapons and the clouds are now glowing with fire-like flashes. The dragons seem to toy with us. Flying circles around the plane, nudging it, eating the plane-shaped jet stream we're leaving behind (almost a taunt of what they could really do) and generally stressing everyone on board. My family huddles together knowing there is no way to stop this and the dragons begin to latch on and pull the plane down with their weight. There is no crying or screaming, no prayers to be heard. We all just look at each other, waiting, smiling.

And I wake up.

I hope you found that as entertaining as I did. No, I didn't eat anything weird or stay up unusually late. I'm just glad I got to share as Jess was off early to work this morning and I knew there was not much time to get all this in. It needed to be written down while fresh, so thank you blogspot for providing the outlet (this was so much easier than handwriting it).