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The Silver man

The Silver Man

11th March 2013

I found myself in my grandfather’s house. I was having trouble seeing; a combination of tunnel vision and darkness. There was four other people there, one was my grandfather and another was Wyvern though I didn’t register this for some time, it was Stephan in appearance, but I didn’t recognise this person as Stephan, he was sat in the old high-backed chair we got when I was child and gave to my grandfather soon after.  There was a woman there too, she had a sense of being both old and young.

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Wyvern and the Butterfly

Wyvern and the Giant Butterfly

May 16th 2012

I found myself in Wyvern’s bedroom sitting on the right hand side edge of his bed, it was dark as though the room was in a basement. It seemed to be longer than it was wide. Wyvern was playing with a giant black butterfly, the markings on it were silver with shades of blue/indigo[1][2].

I climbed into bed as he was playing with the butterfly, he placed it at the bottom of his bed between his feet and we slept. When I awoke Wyvern seemed to be panicking, he had lost the butterfly. I rolled out of bed to a sitting position hoping neither of us has rolled onto it in our sleep. The next thing I hear is a roar of anger from Wyvern…

*jump*

We were in the living room of my old house now, I was sat between the sofa (which my mother was sat on) and the chair (which Wyvern was sat on.) Wyvern was asking why he didn’t see it coming, why he let it happen. I kept trying to answer him, but the words wouldn’t form in my mouth, it was like a cross between a severe stammer and a mental inability to speak the words, as though some mystical power didn’t want me to answer it.

Eventually I manage to say that it was because he had shut himself down to protect himself. Something to do with the after effects of an earthquake. I felt, but was unable to say, that there were some strong spiritual sensations revolving around the earthquake. [The best way to explain the feelings would be to say, it was like a form of extra sensory perception, but the earthquake made/would make everyone more sensitive, so those who could feel it normally would be overloaded by the sensations.] I was unable to determine, whether this earthquake was something that had happened or was about to. As Wyvern understood what I was trying to say he had a moment of clarity and the dream ended.

 

 

[1] After a quick google search I found this.  http://www.flickr.com/photos/nick_land/3400982719/ it appears to be exactly like this photo, except the white markings were bright silver and the bluish colour in the lower centre were much more vivid.

[2] The imagery of a butterfly in a dream relates to the freed soul and immortality. There is no need for the soul to be trapped by the physical body. To me it would suggest that losing the butterfly means if you aren’t open at the time, an opportunity maybe lost/missed.

House Guest

House Guest

3rd June 2012

I found myself walking down Lightcliffe Road, I was with a group of people. I recognised Jessica, Stephan and my father who was a little ahead. I didn’t recognise the other male or female. My father was holding my violin and bow and started to try and play it. I was annoyed and yelled at him to stop before taking it off him.

As we rounded the corner there were three people in the road playing with what appeared to be bow and arrows. One of them fired in the direction we had come. I ignored them and kept walking. Somewhere Jessica and the others vanished leaving only Stephan with me. We continued down the road to my house.

*jump*

We were climbing the stairs, and I looked back. The front door was in the wrong place, it was on the side wall [in reality that would have lead into the front room] I warned Stephan to hold his breath in case my step-brother had his door open because he really stinks.

He pushed passed me and up the stairs, saying something about being right he does stink. He started to turn left at the top then went right. I told him he doesn’t want to go THAT way. I grab him and turn him back the other way pushing him into my room. My room looks different. The wall paper is blue and the bed is not in front of the door as it normally would be.

The Origami Wyvern

The Origami Wyvern

9th May

I found myself walking with Wyvern, he was wearing browns and blacks and had shoulder length hair. He was treating me to a gaming experience. It was a large indoor gaming arena based on the GTA world. It seemed to be partly holographic, working in a similar way was the holodeck in Star Trek.

As we wondered through this strange world, we came to a room that contained a body of water with a boat on it. The boat was owned by the mob, there was some strange challenge associated with it but I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention at the time.

We continued to make our way around the game world, committing random acts of violence. We reached an area where there were other players. I heard my phone beep, I waited a little before checking it, not wanting to pull it out in too public an area. The phone was low on battery.

As we were walking down a small corridor Wyvern made an exclamatory noise: “Mmhmm, found it.” He said; referring to a small door ahead. The room beyond was intended as a ‘downtime’ room for people looking for a break from the game. On the inside there were two red couches around the left and right walls, directly ahead was a smaller three-seater sofa. Wyvern sat down in the middle and I sat next to him on his right and we talked for a while.

*jump*

We decided to do some more exploring, more random acts of violence as we made our way back to the boat room. The puzzle was fairly simple, I had to stop it sinking. Easy to do when you can change your size relation to the other objects. I picked up the boat with one hand and fixed the damage before placing it back on the water and returning everything back to normal scale.

My reward was some detailed information of mob characters/bosses of the game as well as maps and other goodies. I showed Wyvern who seemed interested in one specific part of the map. He decided to return to the downtime room, I decided to throw some cars around and cause havoc before joining him.

The three-seater was gone, replaced with a large double bed. I climb on next to Wyvern who was now in Wyvern form. He rolled over, placing his head on my chest. A young blonde male, maybe 16-18, came into the room and sat on one of the sofas talking endlessly about something. We didn’t really pay him any attention. Another slightly old male with black hair came in and the blonde left. He appeared to be some kind of staff member, wanting to make sure my feet were clean on the bed.

*Jump*

We were back in the game area walking down a street, as we reached the end of a small alley something grabbed my attention from the area we came from, I quickly headed back. Finding nothing I took out my rage on car, throwing it into a shop windows. Turning around a car with no roof came passed, I grabbed an elderly man wearing a flat cap from the back seat and threw him against a wall. Blood spurted out of him like he’d burst against the wall.

As I came back down the alley way to find Wyvern, a loud noise seemed to startle him and he took off. I ran to the area he had been and could see his little red arse running down the street towards a highway. I broke through some wooden building frames and walling and followed him. We approached a large highway that lead up to a bridge. As I got closer the little red one jumped into a tree.

When I got there the tree was full of pink origami roses[1]. As I searched the tree I heard a disembodied voice say “no wyvern here”. I tried shaking the branches of the small cherry blossom to no avail. A group of white origami birds flew down, landing in the tree and sent two of the roses floating down into my hands and knew it was a goodbye message.

[1] A pink flower is a sign often shown to mediums after communicating with spirit as a way of saying goodbye. It’s a way of showing peace and love to the message recipient.