Plants

Plants – that’s what most of this dream was about. Strange fantasy plants that I could use in my book for sure.
I can’t remember the beginning of these dreams, but I’ll start off where I can remember.
Someone had found a strange plant that produces a type of mutating pollen. When this pollen touches other plants, it causes them to grow 10x faster and larger than normal. This had gotten out, and suddenly there were giant plants everywhere. Tomatoes the size of a beach ball with vines as thick as a mans forearm. Giant trees would sprout in minutes, tearing through buildings and roads, wreaking havoc. The entire world ground to a halt as the plants seemed to reclaim what is rightfully theirs.
But something else happened too. The pollen mutated more, and humans began to be affected too. Humanoid plants would grow right out the side of a pine tree, or another would grow grass atop her head instead of hair. Some of these became carnivorous, and snatch unsuspecting victims from a hiking trail or bike path, and slowly consume them as they screamed hours on end in agony.
The world had changed, and dangerously at that. The world no longer revolved around humans, but instead around the plants that had now taken over. There were wars fought, humans against an entire forest or weed patch. In the end, the plants always won, and soon mankind learned to live as one with the green of the world.
I’m standing on a grassy hill overlooking a lush green valley, what was once called Albuquerque, in the high desert of New Mexico. The Rio Grande sparkles as it takes its course down towards the Gulf of Mexico. A small jet of some sort is circling what used to be the ABQ airport, and its getting lower as it tries to find a place to land. I shake my head no and yell at the top of my lungs to be careful. But I knew it would not matter… The forest would have its blood. As I finished the thought, a giant vine shot out of the heart of the forest and grabbed the jet out of the air like a lizard would a small bug. A small crunching was heard this far away as the metal was torn apart and its contents consumed.
Now I’m walking through the forest towards my home, careful where I’m stepping. I was watching the ground when a small vine suddenly grabbed my wrist, while another vine, tipped with a razor sharp edge, cut my upper arm open. Before I can yell in pain, the Eye plant inserts two lemon sized eyeballs underneath my skin and then let’s me go.
I frantically tear the wound open further to get the eyeball seeds out of my arm. I knew if they were left there I would take root right here as I became an Eye tree. I manage to get the seeds out of my arm and chuck them back into the forest. The seeds could not grow without human blood, as that is the tree’s origin. The Eye tree is exactly what it sounds like, a large tree with Eyes the size of lemons as its fruit. Thousands of eyes as its seeds, but it could use them to see as well. Nothing passed its notice.
The Eye tree seemed to be shaking now out of mirth at my demise and now bleeding arm. I hastily run away from this tree towards home….
Awake

The End of the World is Beautiful

I had a rather strange dream. One where I’m about to die, but before I do, I seemingly witness the end of the world as we know it.

I’m walking on a cobblestone street in the dead of the night. Street lamps glisten wetly off the stones of old buildings as they made clear to announce the echo of my footfalls to all who cared to listen. At first I think this was set in an old English town circa 1800’s, but no these were modern times, only an old village somewhere in Europe. I can smell the salty air of a sea nearby.

But none of this mattered for I was having heart problems. But much more serious than any time before, this was serious. I had the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I was going to die. My heart began to beat out of control as if a little drummer boy had gone crazy with his sticks. I looked down on my shirt in the light of a city night and I could visibly see it pounding against tissue and bone. Fast fast fast fast stop… fast slow fast slow fast slow.

A thought occurred to me that I should find some medicine. I hadn’t any idea where to get some, but hurriedly made my way to a nearby neighborhood. I saw a house, seemingly empty, and broke through it’s back door. A dog began to bark and when I found it near the upstairs bathroom, it was asleep. It had probably been dreaming, much as I was. I quickly found the medicine cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom and grabbed the bottle that I needed. I up-ended it’s contents and flushed it down with some water.

Just as I began to swallow, an enormous tremor shook the Earth herself and sent me sailing through the window. I landed hard on the grass and quickly recuperated. I looked towards the starry night and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Multi-colored patterns were seemingly cloaking the atmosphere with bright pin-points of lights, like bursting stars. What is this? I thought in my dream, perplexed. I made note that my heart problems were gone, and that I was now running towards the sea, along with everyone else from the town.

The patterns in the sky were colored similarly to the Northern Lights, but they were not ribbons of electrical discharge. They were something far more beautiful in what I could not explain.

I soon noticed that my father was running next to me. I had only seen him run twice in my entire life. “Dad! What’s going on? Why are we running towards the Sea?”

“I don’t know son, I think we’re about to find about though.” As he finished saying those words we reached the shore. My eyes were glued to the horizon.

The sea was calm, not a single wave broke it’s waters. It was like a polished mirror, and it reflected the galaxy. I could see every star and every planet that we know and didn’t know of on the horizon. And they were coming towards us. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The multi-colored lights were intensifying and the bursts of light were getting brighter. Suddenly, I was weightless, floating with the others. The others were screaming, and I was laughing. I couldn’t find my father, nor anyone else I knew. Slowly I began to forget about everything else and I just stared towards our galaxy converging in on me. I saw Mars, in it’s entirety. It’s hills and valleys and craters. I turned to my right and I could see the Sun. It was gigantic and rather dimmer than I had remembered. I could see the plasma radiation surging out of it in waves and it developed dark spots very quickly, as if taken over by some cancer. It was also growing larger by the second, and I had the sinking feeling that we were traveling towards it. Everything was, the planets and the rest of our galaxy. Or were we headed towards the center of our galaxy? The thought of a black hole drifted across my mind.

Then everything exploded in techni-color and smells I had never smelled before. Bright light soon engulfed me as everything was ripped apart. I laughed with glee.

I awoke immediately to find Patches looking at me intently. She seemed to know what had happened. And. . . she almost seemed to smile.

More death

It seems as though I’m constantly in the position of having dreams with much death invovled.
Last night was pretty interesting as I dreamed I was already on my camping trip with Briana up in the mountains.
It was late in the day, the twilight advancing quickly on us. We were cooking something over a fire for the evening, when we hear a roar behind us. Turning quickly we saw that a bear had stepped into our precence and it was roaring at us. With the swiftness in a dream, I ran towards the bear with my full tang hunting knife and jumped onto the bears back, quickly and deftly slitting its throat, then plunging the knife deep into the base of its skull. I rode the back of the bear during its dying thrashing. I screamed a victorious scream that echoed throughout the forrest. We then ate the bear.
Strange dream at best. Oh well.