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.