Sunday, March 7, 2021

dream: 3/7/2021

this part of the dream started with this woman, terri ryan (? the seven of nine actress) looking panicked and practically nude, in the snow. she was backing into this crevice in the snow, apparently horrified by something that she had seen. later, she approached the thing that scared her... it was this alien, an old cronish woman, with a jagged mouth down the length of her midline, filled with teeth. she was at that time lying down, looking at the terri ryan character cruelly... apparently, she had pursued terri ryan even to this remote place, to this remote community... and she (terri) knew that this time, the end was inevitable. there was no defeating these things, there was no escape... so that feeling of inevitability colored everything else.

so, there was this part, in a large field or something, where we were being pursued. no snow. no terri ryan. and we, unsuspecting, attempted to kill one of those jagged mouthed creatures... only, a bit after we had thought that we had killed it, it actually multiplied, and split into three of those creatures... and then, the pursuit was on.

later, it seemed we were in a big auditorium or cafeteria or church or something. something with many chairs, and large glass windows... there was no terri ryan. there was no apparent snow. but the aliens were coming to get us. and we had all decided that this would be the last stand... i remember this cat like alien attacking this woman on the back of her neck, and how i carefully stabbed it through its side until it released itself and died. i remember speaking to willow (who apparently was the inexperienced leader of this contingent in the room) about how the moment had come, that cruel woman was here, and it was the end. i told her (somewhat with a grim fatalism, an almost relieved happiness) that it was time to tell everyone that this was it. i saw the "wobbliness" of my daughter, and wished i could convey this sense of peace upon her, and upon everything else, that there was nothing else, and therefore, there was nothing to worry about. it was only up to us to give a good fight... but i couldn't convey that feeling...

i think the dream ended at that point, before the final stand really started.

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