I was walking in Ecclesall woods (in Sheffield)
keeping to the path you enter on, just past the fences of the houses. I had a
torch and shone it on a silver birch tree to look at the close details of the
tree. Suddenly the entire tree started growing pink, and eventually all of the
other silver birches in the woods glowed pink too. From this I got the idea
that all the silver birches were connected underground by their root system and
the stimulus of light was enough to make them all glow. One nearby tree was
upright but not alive and had two large-ish mushrooms growing from it. Here I
also gleaned a little bit of what it was like to be a tree: the mushroom
infected one told me its infection was somewhere between inconvenient and
urgent.
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I was in a fictional garden with a group of people at dusk.
They were discussing something when I saw a giant shadowy form loom into view
at the edge of the garden, it looked like a cross between the final form of
Metroid prime and the shadow creature from Stranger Things. I tried to snap
people out of their conversation so we could deal with the thing, suggesting I
go to the woods and ask the trees for help, but to no avail.
-
Me and a group of people were sitting on the rocky bank of a
lake. Again they were discussing some sort of problem and how they could deal
with it. Suggestions were being shot down as soon as they could be brought up.
I grew tired of the directionless babble so got up and left. Soon after, a thin
man with white markings on his dark skin tromped over to their circle and
listened to their plight. When the group had told him and asked for his advice
he vanished. The camera then cut to me in a nearby shanty holding a rock with similar
markings to those on the man’s body, I then realised that I had created an
astral projection of this man and headed back to the rest of the group to
reinforce my wisdom and magic ability, that they should listen to me. On my way
there I grabbed another rock off the floor with the casts of worms on it, I
said out loud to another group of passers-by that if the group I was going back
to “didn’t like circles, maybe they’ll like-” I looked at the rock to see what
patterns were on it “worms!”
-
I don’t remember the details too much of the final stages of
my dreams, it was in an academy and there was infighting between me and a group
of others, specifically one girl, as to who was best suited for a task. In the
end I think she and I both tackled the task at the same time, realised we were
both out of our depth and agreed to work together.
I’m not sure if this was in the same academy, but it was
night-time now and we had a manor house to sleep in. Bedrooms hadn’t been
allocated so people were just claiming rooms. Whilst people were claiming the
biggest or the nicest rooms, I sneaked around to find all the secret rooms and
slept in one of those. I think mine was at the side of the house, a small room
with a French window looking out onto the estate.
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