Okay... I had a
really weird dream last night. The sort of vivid dream you have sometimes where you don't realize it's a dream until you wake up, you know? And what's more is that it played out almost like a movie and a video game in my mind... only with me as the main character, or one of the main characters, if that makes sense. I'm having trouble remembering some of it now, but it was strange.
First of all... I think me and my family, and possibly some other people, were... well, I can't remember exactly, but I think we were either going somewhere, or we had just arrived somewhere. But me and three friends decided to be rebellious, so we went off on our own, and I think we only intended to go a short distance away from everyone else, and try living on our own for a little while.
It was the middle of winter, and we were all dressed up in coats, hats, boots and gloves. And somehow or other we found ourselves attempting to cross a small stream or something, and we had to be careful as we went because the ice kept cracking and breaking beneath our boots. Finally, we made it--just barely--to the other side... only to make a shocking discovery.
Somehow or other... we found ourselves on the other side of a giant, rushing river--and I mean, it was huge. And on the other side was a huge, rocky mountain, and it was a beautiful sight, though kinda eerie. It looked just like something out of a movie. And we were up on a mountain ourselves, and when we looked down from the edge of it, we could see the rushing water below us, with chunks of ice in it.
Well, we knew that our famliies were on the other mountain, way over on the other side of that ice cold, rushing river. We had no idea how we got where we were now, or how to get back. We also knew that our families would start to wonder what happened to us, but we weren't ready to go back quite yet, and we didn't know how to get back, either.
So we just waited... a while, I think. I'm not sure how long we were there, maybe it was just a day or two, or maybe it was a few weeks, but finally we decided that it was time to head back to where our families were. So we began to dress up in more winter clothes, putting on extra coats, extra pants, extra socks... whatever, anything to try and help keep us warm. Because we were going to jump into the ice-cold river, and swim across to the other side, because there was no other way to get over there. We also didn't know how we were going to get up on the other mountain when we got there, because it was high and steep, but we would figure that out when we got there.
So, once we got bundled up, I jumped in first. And to my surprise, I didn't feel cold, or... anything, really. And to my further surprise, apparently my extra winter clothes were helping me float! So basically I just had to move my arms and legs to swim, without much effort at all, toward the other side of the river. My two friends jumped in as well, and I think they started to swim, but soon they held onto me, and I sorta towed them to the other side.
When we finally got to the other side of the river--which really take long--I knew that we couldn't get up on the mountain, because it was too steep, and frankly there was nothing to grab onto or climb on. I knew there had to be some way to get up there, but I couldn't figure it out, and I was too lazy to figure it out. So I used a "cheat" (like in a video game) to enable all of us to jump high and we landed on top of the mountain.
Then we began to explore, and... somehow I guess we were perfectly dry and everything, heh. I soon realized that I was back home, in the woods I had grew up in. I had no idea where our families were by now, but I was attempting to remember the old pathways in the woods, the ones which were very familiar but I had almost forgotten.
I was starting to make some progress of figuring out where we were and which way to go when we encountered some animals.... one of them was a very friendly dog, the other two were a couple of cats. At first I wanted to be friends with all of them, and actually I leaned more toward being a friend of the cats. But then, even though I didn't like the dog at first, I somehow found myself growing closer to the dog, because he was so nice and so gentle. I especially began to grow closer and more protective of him when the cats started to act up--for some reason, they started to act meaner, almost gang-like, and they wanted to kill the dog.
I decided to turn on the cats, then. And these were pretty large cats, and they could talk. Their ring-leader was going to attack the dog and kill him, and the dog was not even going to do anything to defend himself. Either he couldn't or he just wouldn't... or maybe both. But anyway, I started to kick the cat, knowing that I would have to kill it in order to protect the dog. It became sorta like a video game, in a way, heh. I kept kicking the cat, knowing that it should die after about three kicks, but even I after I delievered three, well-aimed kicks, it was still alive, and I started to feel a bit helpless, even a little frustrated. I just wanted to get this done, so that it would be over and I could get on with other things.
Another weird thing is... I could tell the cat didn't like being kicked, and it was being hurt, but at the same time it was... laughing, I think. And it didn't really do anything to fight me or to defend itself, it simply tried to get around me, to the dog. And I was just trying to keep it from getting to the dog so it wouldn't hurt the dog, and the only way I could do that was to keep kicking it, and I was getting tired.
Anyway... um, that's when I woke up.
This was probably one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a long time... perhaps it might have been something I ate
