Oh my, I might go crazy over board as I have a dream journal that needs lots of art revisingā¦
"Aspen Haven"
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/Silaria/Aspen_Haven_by_MeliHitchcock.jpg[/img]
Journal Snippet:
This time I was totally determined to reach that top [of the hill mound] no matter what. Grabbing hold of the grass and dirt, I used them to pull myself up slowly until I reached the top. Laying on my tummy on the fresh green grass, I pulled my legs up onto the edge of the hill then stood up. Taking in the atmosphere, I was totally in awe at my surroundings. It had been completely untouched by human hands and I saw nothing but silvery white flowers and trees all around me. Carpeting the ground were white ĀflowersĀ that looked very similar to Dandelions when they had their seeds; all round and puffy like. Towering above them were white aspen like trees with silvery leaves that shimmered on the soft wind. I began to walk through the area, feeling drawn into the location by itĀs sheer beauty. I soon found myself turning down a narrow passage flanked by two rock faces, and just beyond the passage it opened up to reveal a town. This small village was nicely kept; very neat and orderly. And, to my delight, was populated solely by various artists of different professions: musicians, painters, potters, writers, poets etc. No one worked for a living, rather, when new people came they were given a home and everyone contributed willingly within the community. People traded their craft with others who needed things. I ended up walking into a gentlemanĀs home, who was quite happy to meet me, then through the small streets looking at the various shops available before I woke up.
"Will you aid me in my efforts?"
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v687/Silaria/Will_you_aid_me_in_my_efforts__by_M.jpg[/img]
Journal Snippet:
I was traveling with a guy across a field when we happened into this forest area. We were traveling down this wide dirt road, talking about how we needed to elude this pursuer. Anyway, the guy I was with hands me this large black sheet and proceeds to tell me to wrap it around me and make myself āappear like them.ā Well, I wasnāt sure who ātheyā were, but I did know that they were out there searching for me. Quickly I wrapped this large velvety cloak like blanket around me, pulling it over my head to obscure my features. No sooner had I done this, when a noise of large flapping wings came behind me and settled into the tall dark trees. It was one of them, a ringwraith, and I could feel the gaze and breath of the fell beast he rode on but I was too afraid to look at it.
āI am seeking some one, perhaps you would be willing to assist me?ā He asked in a deep, hissing voice to the man. The gentlemen, shaken, shook his head no and said that he was on his way to a friendās house. So the wraith then addressed me. āPerhaps you, female? Will you aid me in my efforts?ā
āNo, I fear I cannot.ā I said, trying desperately to cover my face from view. āI am going to visit my sick sister.ā
With that, the large winged creature took to the sky and disappeared into the horizon in search by himself.
I really hope that the additional text isnāt too much. There are some dreams that I remember a LOT of detail and they can be winded. If itās too long Iāll try and edit what I can.
Would it be acceptable to put descriptions about the image from the dream? Like clips from the journal itself?










Usually what happens is if they are seeking me out, IĀm running and hiding from them. If IĀm seeking them out, they run and hide from me. ItĀs like a big game of Catch Me if you Can. IĀm sure somewhere in my subconscious they are representing something about myself but I have yet to figure it out so I just sit and enjoy the dream. Though I get pretty frustrated when they run from me
