Dream: Rainbow in the Dark Redux

The ninja and I were alongside a building set upon a hill. It was night, and rather cloudy, and the faint glow of the moon was visible from behind the clouds (in the south). A rainbow split through the clouds and arced across the entire sky, south to north, I believe. There was no dip towards the earth in either case, and I could walk under it and see that it was three-dimensional, like a twisted ribbon rippling in the air. I kept commenting to the ninja about how wonderful it was, and he slipped and nearly fell on the hill’s wet grass. It was drizzling slightly.

I mentioned again how awesome and beautiful it was, and he seemed to be rather frustrated with being there, cold and wet, and people (two girls) appeared in a north facing window of the building (to the south of us) and I made a startled sound that was quite loud.

Dream 3:

I must have been walking around before I looked at myself in the mirror, and I remember talking to my mom right before it, but I was wearing a bright blue wig that looked like it would glow under black lights. It was long, but had two short little pigtails on top. I was also wearing dark bloody red lipstick that was worn off in places, and fake eyelashes. I looked at the lipstick up close and realized that my skin looked very old somehow more textured and not quite as smooth as it usually is. I thought about how I would draw the wig and lipstick for a dream journal, but I wasn’t sure if that’s how it was when I awoke or if I became faintly aware that I was dreaming. I was also wearing this kind of shimmery burgundy vest, with nothing underneath it. I started to unbutton it and pulled off the wig, and my hair was much longer, about midway down my upper arm, and thought about Cloud’s sister and her hair, because it seemed somewhat similar.

In the mirror if I tilted my head a certain way, I could see through the back of my head, reflected on the mirror. I could lift my tongue back into Khechari mudra, and there was a space where I could see this split where the nasal passages met the throat, and when I sniffed, I could feel something cold and metal rising in it. At first I thought I had stuck a pen in the passage, then pulled this metal can from the passage. It looked more like a horseshoe sort of opening.