Slept through the day, had some cool dreams. I don't remember much about any of them, but they make for interesting snapshots.
One centred around three young girls who had special/magical abilities and were charged with protecting the world/area by some sort of greater power. I can't remember exactly what they were protecting things from in general, but there was some rival trio of young girls, apparently in charge of a different area, and the two groups came into conflict.
I think they both answered to the same authority, and couldn't just fight openly, but the second group were far more sneaky and manipulative. Also sentient cats were involved at some point? I think maybe one of them
was a cat, who knows.
I wish I could remember more of it, with the second group trying to trick either their boss or some other hero into casting a fireball on a cat, but my memory's way too fuzzy.
The next scene I remember, possibly much later in the same dream, I was in a city.
There was some huge drama going on, big upheavals and what-not, and the entire populace was waiting on some important decision by the powers-that-be, hoping for a positive answer. The answer was broadcast somehow at last, with the powers deciding against whatever proposal it was, and the streets filled with unhappy people crying out their displeasure.
Literally crying, in fact- things got a bit surreal, with tears just flooding the streets, pouring from tall, monolithic buildings either side of the small lanes I was in, everything blurred by tears as though in a thunderstorm. The streets were packed, as in, people jostling each other to move packed. I was shoving my way through all these countless people, many of them crying, and I bumped into my penny-pinching brother, who lived somewhere in this city and was apparently on his way back from one of his regular discount-hunting expeditions. He was carrying a pack of canned drinks and some other items, and I jokingly asked him if he'd bought any bottled tears. He said no, and I suggested perhaps now would be a good time to buy up.
Then we went our separate ways and I can't remember any more of that. Weird.
The moment with tears pouring down everywhere like rain was quite surreal.
The last dream-snippet I can remember, perhaps the most coherent(I can't remember, it may have been attached to the earlier dreams), involved myself, my mother and some girl- possibly a distant real life relative of mine, or possibly one of the "magical girls" from the first dream- looking at a house that my mother planned to buy/rent.
I think she might have already bought or rented it, but whatever the case she was very set on moving in there.
I was looking around through the rooms, quite impressed with it. It was an amazing house, very nice-looking if somewhat spooky... it had a Gothic kind of vibe to it, the sort of house you'd expect to be haunted.
I was just about finished looking about, overall quite pleased with it, but something was bothering me, nagging at me. Eventually I realised that it was a smell, just the faintest hint of some unpleasant smell. So I followed my nose, searching, catching the occasional whiff of it as I went through the house, and became convinced that it was the smell of decay.
Getting quite creeped out, wondering just what the previous occupants had done here, I kept searching, and eventually found myself in a bedroom at the front of the house. It was fairly well-lit through a frontal window, I believe there was some sort of built-in wardrobe/cupboard on one side of the room(not unlike my old room IRL, now that I think of it), but the thing I was interested in was a discreet trapdoor that I just barely noticed amidst the floorboards.
Feeling apprehensive, I reached down and opened it, revealing the end of some sort of object concealed within an open grain sack. It seemed to be the source of the rotten smell. I didn't have time to investigate further, as there was a furious scrabbling from within the bag. I shuffled back quickly, but not quickly enough- suddenly dozens, hordes of mice started leaping up out of the bag and charging towards me, past me, brushing against me as they ran out into the house.
I didn't dare to move lest I stood on one, and I do believe I screamed in fright. It wasn't so much the
mice I was afraid of, but whatever they'd been eating in that bag...
As the bulk of them passed me (they were heading towards where my companions were in the house, no doubt they panicked) I quickly hustled outside and turned to look back in. And then either I woke up or my recollection of the dream ends.
Thinking about it, that dream is quite relevant to my current situation- my mother is searching for a house to move to, and recently discovered a few rental properties said to be haunted. (Which sounds totally awesome to me, just saying.)
Weird.
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