East Coast Wobble

Dreamed on 2014.07.01.2054 The child knelt at the water's edge. Torches flickered on the surface from across the still pond and he heard the drums of a great celebration -- boom boom bot kaboom kaboom botototot and so on, coupled every few repetitions with ecstatic ululation. He had seen the women whirling their orbits around the fire before, the gathered crowd drinking and socializing in varied states of normalcy and revelry. But tonight the child knelt, alone, at the water's edge. He dipped his hands in the water, and raised them to his face, cooling himself despite the already cool night. At this point the child noticed a glowing in the water, ten paces out, deep beneath the surface. He tilted his head slightly and stared -- the only logical explanation was that it was a will-o-the-wisp, one of those tricksome fairy creatures that lured you into sure danger. He'd heard stories and always assumed they were legend only -- he never thought he'd ever see one. If on...

Dreamed on 2014.07.29.0942 Awesome tap-dance music video routine in a beautifully echoey elevator. Slow motion backflips off the walls. Kind know it's a dream, but having fun. Decide I should learn tap dancing. Don't want to get up. With eyes closed, imagine that I'm dreaming about doing backflips downward in an empty space until it actually feels like I'm doing backflips downward in an empty space. Awesome. Open eyes and write it down. Realize I'm still asleep. Rachel comes by and I explain it to her while she writes it down. Realize I'm still asleep. Open eyes and realize I'm the only one in the room. Try one more time before I realize I'm deluding myself. Open eyes, feel sore, tired, etc. Everything is so bright. Yep, now I'm awake.

Dreamed on 2014.12.07.0716 I was probably invited because I'm an empath, I suppose. One of my students had a younger brother, ages ago, but he died in an old stone building built into the side of a cliff. A ruin from another age. After he died, the spring sprang back to life in the old well at the center of it. I'm not sure how they knew that now was the time to help put the boy to rest, but that was their decision and I was invited along. We climbed the stairs -- large old crackling stone stairs winding up along the inside of the outer wall of the building. When we reached the top, there was a well, overflowing with water which let itself out into a sizable pool on the floor, which then flowed along a deep basin and poured off the edge of the building as a waterfall. I felt his presence strongly here, and I knew he felt ours as well, because after we said a few words, a thick, thick cloud of mist and fog rolled out from the well and enveloped us, then moved away above ...

Dreamed on 2014.12.14.1008 When you die, you stay in the same spot but time wheels backwards to your birth. You are a ghost, effectively, though elf is the proper name. You live in a different layer of the world now. There is some crossover (such as your ability to affect dreams, to move objects occasionally, and to interact with some younger children. But there are new things you can see, such as desires, intentions, and fears. I'm not entirely sure what my goal is. I know that most elves go back and watch themselves through life -- reflecting on and evaluating decisions that were made, occasionally influencing dreams. Those who are dissatisfied and try with all of their new powers to change their previous life - those fully consumed in selfishness and lust for power -- are usually the ones who turn into dark forces that haunt houses. I find a house with one of these haunting it. I find that I can talk to one of the young children in it, though I must be very careful how I...