Dream: In which I am a bad ass.

I moved in and out of being this man who was leading a group of men in this small town. At first it seemed kind of like the old west, but that might be just because of how small the town was. I was young at first, like a teenaged boy. I remember going through parts of walls to get from room to room, crawling through ducts, and hiding from everyone else, like my mom and my sister, who I heard but never saw. I remember taking a drill and hollowing out a baseball bat as if I was going to either put something in it. This upset my mother for some reason. I think it made her nervous and she wondered what I was going to do with it. I remember thinking the broken pieces of an infant's skull would fit inside of it if I wanted to plug it back up.

Later, I cut part of the top of someone's skull off, with a saw, but it seemed to be electric or something because I didn't seem to have to use my arm much. I cut my thumb and my hand very shallowly, but I was a little surprised that it hurt. My fingers were thicker and my hands were bigger. I was wearing a thick silver ring, and the first time I looked it was plain, but the second time there were etchings in its surface. The man whose skull I was cutting was proud that I was the one doing it because apparently I was known as a vicious creature. He remained alive even though part of his brain and skull were missing, and he seemed like he wanted to please me. He was probably forty or fifty something, was missing teeth, had sparse, grey hair and didn't seem to be very mentally 'there'. I went back over his skull later in the dream as if to even it up. Apparently I had increased my skills.

We killed a great many people, but it seemed to unravel because it all came to a point where we seemed to be at war with the rest of the town. There was a woman in a wedding gown, and someone accidentally shot her and looked sad about it, but he wasn't her groom. He might have just known her. I don't think I was in the man during this part because I wasn't actively doing anything, I was just watching what was happening, or maybe he was just watching without actually being there, because he had a mental conversation with himself that consisted of feelings of everything going wrong and falling apart, rage, and that he and his men would kill everyone.

Dream: A beautiful otherworld

There was a very fantastically colored world at night, populated by peoples in very elaborate garb that seemed to cause the air to sparkle around them in colors that matched the hues they wore, mostly deep violet, emerald and midnight blue (which is nothing like the actual sky at midnight, so it’s dumb to be called that, but what can I do?). There were also black sparkly lights, though I don’t know how I could even describe it.

These peoples seemed to shift gender whenever they wished, and I was there along with my absent companion, but we were either threatened by these things or just uneasy because we had no way to communicate with them. It was suspiciously silent there, and our footsteps and voices seemed incredibly loud. Everything else, from the stone courtyard we were in, to the people themselves, seemed to be more made of ethereal color than actual matter. It was beautiful and quite lovely, but very creepy and simply weird at the same time.

The color reminded me of another dream in which everything began as black and white and then became bluish, which eventually added green. I could control the entrance of other colors into my vision. I don’t recall where I was walking, but I was rushed by someone else, so they didn’t see the wheels of a toy thing take on yellow and then burst into orange before slipping back to a barely reddish blue-grey.

Dreams like this don’t help me understand why people insist (especially my mother) that everyone dreams in black in white. I remember which dreams I have had that were in black and white very well—one of them being this man turning my cousin into a pair of mittens and unraveling her.