I was at my Aunt Cath’s house, but she didn’t live there. Instead, there were bizarro versions of people who used to be our neighbors when my mom and I lived at that house. The father seemed like a caricature of brutal huge drunks and he beat the crap out of the son, who was named Steve, and he was old enough to be living on his own, but was back for whatever reason. It seems like the beating focused on Steve’s face, and Steve called for help when I came in the back door. The father said “oh, he’s just whining,” and when I saw Steve’s face I ran out the front door and down the road. I think I was looking for a phone. I ran across part of the yard of the “Bear in the Big Blue House” (what we call the guy that lives in the house next to my current house) and the guy was in the yard and yelled something about jogging. I jogged over the tracks and realized how easy it was to run for me, and thought it was kind of odd.
The ambulance came, somehow because I had made it to a certain place on the road (as if there was a sensor or something) and it whooshed by, so I started to jog back. The ambulance stopped in the road, and I realized it must have struck the drunk father and I was relieved, but felt like I shouldn’t be relieved. I bent to look under the ambulance from behind, but instead of seeing the drunk father, I saw my cousins’ father and felt acute horror drop through my body, because I knew I was in the past and thought it meant that my cousins would never be born. I felt like such great preciousness had just been destroyed, and then calmed down enough to start trying to determine where in the past I was. I was old enough that Kayla had been born and then I was trying to figure out if I was old enough that Rachel had been born when I realized I was awake, and figured out I was probably around fifteen in the dream and Rachel would have already been born, and I relaxed, although I was awake. I thought I could return to a dream if I willed myself to do so without coming out of my mental state, and so I slipped back into a dream.
Dream 2:
I was in tunnels of white stone that had its own diffuse glow. There were perfectly round pools carved into the floor that had been filled with water that appeared blue, lit from beneath by the stone. There were many people, and I was following a Indian woman dressed in gauzy robes. She had some kind of headdress, or perhaps a turban, and she pointed out the various pools and the effects they would have on the energy of a person who bathed in them, how the energy of the pool would shift if there were two people in the pool, and how the effects of the pool would alter throughout time. The tunnels followed ley lines beneath the earth, and the pools were carved in the spots where lines crossed. When the pools had undesirable effects, carved stone lids that were laughably too small would be pulled over them, and when the lid overlapped the edge of the water, the pool transformed into a carving, and the lid was lowered into the center of the carving. I saw many people down in the tunnels and it seemed like a great place to be.
Then came the conflict of our story. A woman came marching down the tunnel, and the camera of the dream took over, watching the woman walk from behind as she approached us. She wore long metallic flesh colored boots that seemed fused into her skin and did not follow the shape of her legs, ending with some kind of circular base rather than a shoe shaped sort. She also wore a gauzy type robe, but hers ended above the knee and a back panel of it fluttered while the camera watched her approach. A front shot of her revealed her to be not completely human, as her face looked more like an alien of some kind, with an elongated skull covered with soft downy hairs. She carried a crossbow, and aimed it at the woman in the turban, who told the person who was standing beside her (no longer me) to get the others to a safe place. People started capping the pools, even though the non-human woman threatened them with the crossbow. She could shoot an arrow through the tunnels and it would shoot through the center of the tunnel, using some kind of magnetism or something. She shot a man who it seemed used to be her comrade or lover, and she knelt beside him, stroking his hair and saying good bye.
