Slytherclaw Bits #17 by SlytherclawPadawan on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Another dream worth noted!

Sequence 1: The Peacock

[I forgot most of the parts] there were about 20-25 girls / women in the class room, locked.. it's dark, cloudy dusk.. the sky was dark grey and soon turned to night.. we were trapped (abducted) by some woman with the vibe of the queen / evil step mother in Snow White, got an impression that she's a disturbed teacher.. she wanted to be the fairest.. one by one girl in the room disappeared (murdered?), the scene was not so clear but in a way the disturbed teacher wanted our beauty, either by embodying our physical body one by one (like trying an outfit) or absorbing our essence of beauty..

it's my turn next! suddenly I was wearing a very gorgeous, lavish, thick gown with red & green colors, peacock feather pattern, lots of elaborate foldings.. she's calling me forward, calling out my first name as if it's a mantra (that means) "Beauty.. Beauty..".. at that point my aura went back to my old self before the Nova, still sweet & rather naive (though already a lone wolf)..

I've tried to bust out of the room before but didn't succeed, the glass windows were abnormally reinforced, all doors were tightly locked, no alternative doors anywhere.. but now just before she got a grab of me somehow I managed to figure out how to break out the reinforced windows - I only needed to concentrated within and with my psychic energy shatter those 'layers of protection' outside, then also the glass windows themselves! I shouted to the others to do the same and YESSS we broke all the supernatural layers and the windows and we were free!

I could even FLY, still with the colorful, heavy gown!! I see the others down below, they're running in all directions throughout the dark corridors (or outside the building already?), apparently only me who could fly..

Sequence 2: The Town of Roses

I was attending a lecture [can't remember the subject] with the other 15-20 young adults.. but we're walking around the building, almost like a guided tour.. and somehow I just knew that the professor (single, about 40 year of age, it's like Scott Glenn as Jack Crawford in "The Silence of the Lambs" only a bit younger) had been hitting my closest friend, rather obsessed [there's no name in the dream, but I remember that she was beautiful with a fair skin, brunette hair, a beautiful Italian woman face, good sense of fashion, but curiously with the same skinny, rather short physical body type a la Asian girl like me, only slightly taller].. my friend though didn't have the same feeling, she just laughed it off, amused by the fact..

but out of the blue at that moment my instincts sensed that the professor would lock all of us here (not only her) just to be able to be with my friend, I got panicked but tried to stay calm so he wouldn't recognize.. while everyone was concentrating in his lecture me & my friend sneaked out of the group looking for an exit door of this very large building (like an old museum in Italy), I convinced her that staying around would be dangerous although she's more excited & amused by the idea of running away than being afraid.. too bad there's no way out, my instincts were right, he already locked all doors and every alternate exits..

amidst that anxiety suddenly I heard the professor called us from across the room in a surprisingly casual manner, "Hey, where are you going? It's all locked, you need a key. Here, come and get it..!"

my friend took the key from him, the other students just looked at us also in very casual manner.. she gave the key to me who's been busy with a small silver lock with a rose carving.. I found that the key was also as beautifully carved with a rose figure.. now somehow my feeling changed a bit for the professor, I said to my friend, "Hey.. these lock and key, they're deliberately carved.. yes he's hitting on you but he doesn't seem really obsessed, these works of art are 'well-controlled', and he actually let us go. Maybe you might want to.. consider it?"

she turned confused, "What? Nah maybe you were right, he's obsessed alright, let's get out of here."

[the key turned, we got out of the gate into a Venice-like town with rivers, canals, bridges, and boats here and there.. then the scene changed a bit (as if moving to a very slightly different universe): my friend changed from a chique academia to a tomboy, blonde, rather not-so-pretty sheriff officer about 4-5 years older than me but still being the object of passion of the professor]

wow.. the old town out there was covered by roses - not fully but they're here and there in almost every spot you could see! I moved as fast as I could because it seems that the roses were alive, having a certain level of consciousness, literally breathing and keeping on growing, covering the ground and walls, I think I could smell the subtle rosy perfume in the air (curiously not overly sweet, really subtle).. pink and red roses seemed to follow or reach out to me as I walked and climbed like the slow version of a parkour runner.. so now I & my friend were investigating this strange phenomenon..

suddenly I heard the professor's voice (behind me? telepathic?), "Why would you want to run away, let alone investigate and maybe destroy it later when you found the cause / source? It's beautiful here. Why not try to stay? Just give it a chance for a moment." his tone was casual but I could sense a flirty note almost as if he's flirting with ME instead of my friend (she still took it lightly & amusingly but willing to investigate with me)..

I thought to myself, "No way! This growing rate is not normal at all, and I don't think I want to be your next object if you fail with her later." ..out of the blue I got this insight that the professor was only capable of one kind of emotion: this intimate relationship kind of passion - no anger, no sadness, no other form of happiness, I mean I think even though he's going to be rejected later he wouldn't get angry or sad or overly stalking, he would just continue loving the person or turning to love somebody else..

we continued on moving through the town of roses investigating, although now personally I was more inclined to GETTING OUT of here than looking for the source of the plant's growth..

[I woke up!]

Insights

Both antagonists were teachers / professors (it's been a long time since I attended school or courses in real life) either they're jealous of my beauty or got obsessed with me.. just why??

[Sequence 1] I do love the 'honor' of the evil teacher calling me "Beauty" (and loooved the gown, I BARELY RECOGNIZED MYSELF!), felt like she's decided that I was the fairest of all (and those wanted to devour me most) - thank goodness I managed to be a SURVIVOR. Again. XD

[Sequence 1] I truly loved the fact that I barely recognized myself in the gown, believe it or not it's not about an overly sense of pride but more like a hidden potential within a personality - I decided to just take that feeling with me in my waking life..

[Sequence 1] But I loved the most the sense of FREEDOM while FLYING! It's like through an enemy I discovered hidden potentials within and managed to break through a huge obstacle and eventually celebrate that potentials!! I noticed though how the state of my spirit went backwards far years ago to when I haven't experienced the Nova so gotta be very careful to stick with the current higher frequency.

[Sequence 2] The 2nd sequence seems like a mix of real & metaphorical setting / scene (rose = passion or beauty), quite easily interpreted: it could be my subconscious mind who's experiencing a passion for someone but afraid of the wildly growing emotion, I tried to understand it or maybe even destroy it to some point. But if that's the case why the dream told the story about the passion directed to a close friend instead of directly to me? My coping mechanism (denial)? And why I don't feel really attracted to the professor?

[Sequence 2] Curiously the character (the professor) having that obvious expression of passion didn't look creepy or anything, it's like the emotion at the purest form, almost nothing sexual, he's also not really obsessive with the fact that he gave us the key, letting us go, albeit still trying to suggest us to stay. In other interpretation it could be my take on passion for knowledge ("professor").

Despite the difference of the story both sequence were telling the same theme: passion (intimate LOVE and BEAUTY), very curious.. I barely thought about this lately!

I wonder if this was more of a legit intuitive telepathic dream - could there be someone out there thinking about me or admiring me that much bordering on destructing jealousy or love-interest obsession LOL. If that's the case I don't think I know him since I didn't recognize his aura / vibe / frequency, not that I ever had a dream like this and proved it to be a telepathic case, haha.. (To be honest I hope it was him who thought of me, although I don't think I want a commitment with him.. or maybe the universe has something MUCH better in store..)

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Fact Check

[Sequence 1] I barely ever imagined myself wearing fancy outfits let alone some elaborate gown, I'm more like a slobby L Lawliet or Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes (the female version of course) LOL. Maybe it's time for a change? :giggle:

[Sequence 1] I've never felt being "the prettiest in the class" again since high school - yea believe it or not I was a popular nerd-maverick, huehue..

[Sequence 1] I tend to imagine myself as an owl not a peacock.

[Sequence 1] My real first name means "image", not "beauty". But somehow I do intuit that that name do suitable or synonymous with "beauty" or even giving an extra aura of "beauty".

[Sequence 2] I wasn't thinking of anything like these before sleep, didn't even watch "The Silence of the Lambs". The nerdy professor in the dream was not really my type - although I do would like a SLIGHTLY older man (older = hopefully more mature, haha..).

[Sequence 2] I don't really have a friend, or a friend with this type (either the sassy student or tomboy sheriff LOL).

[Sequence 2] I'm more of a cactus than a rose lover, unless it's a rainbow rose.

[Sequence 2]I've never been to Italy, and I'm no longer an academic type of person.