from the night of 12/19/2010

Last night, I met Death.  The details of the dream before I met Death are a bit hazy, but I remember it started out almost sexual.  I would be changing clothes or something, and I’d catch a glimpse of the Reaper in the background, watching me.  As soon as he was noticed, he’d disappear.  Then, one time, I saw him and he did not go away, he just continued to stare at me, into my eyes.  I asked him to leave, and he said no.  I told him it was not my time yet, I was too young.  He said I had made a mistake, and I had failed.  I had nothing left to accomplish, my mistake had ruined it all.  As he spoke, he had moved closer to me, and was now standing a few feet away.  I could see his face.  His skeleton face was actually just a mask, floating in front of his real face.  Now the mask disappeared, and behind it was the face of a friend.  I tried to think what mistake I had made, how I could have altered things in my life so drastically as to completely ruin the course of my destiny.  Then I looked her in the face and told her that I did not believe that anyone was capable of making a mistake that could not be fixed.  She explained that the mistake was not the problem, but my attitude.  I would continue to make this mistake, and so it could not be fixed.  I told her that I could try.  She smiled, and decided to give me another chance.

Then I was standing in front of a sort of wall.  I could see fields and meadows, but it was like in a video game, where it’s just an illusion, and you can’t really walk past the wall.  I could see words at the bottom, and I tried to make sense of it.  I can’t remember all of it, but one of them started with a “Pa” or “Po” (not pandora) and another said Summerland.  She told me it was not a sentence, but the names of different places I could visit.  I chose Summerland.    We flew through the wall, and then we were flying over meadows and a stream.  I could see music and clusters of diminutive fairies, and in the river was an island with a makeshift hut.  The hut seemed to be made of two halves of a thatched roof placed side by side, just a covering as there were no walls.  A small fire burned near it, and there was a hook for holding a pot/cauldron, and the cauldron was on the ground next to it.  Flowers grew in random patches throughout the meadow.  There was a mountain to the left; we were in the valley.  And to the right, over a small hill, was a plain.  Everywhere green grasses grew, the sky was blue with just a few well-placed clouds set into it.  In front of us, but still far away, was a forest.   We hovered briefly to the right of the river, across from the hut.  That’s all I remember of Summerland.  While I was there, I only had the sense of sight–all other senses were absent.  (Perhaps that’s why I could see, but not hear, the music?)

Next, I was going down through a tunnel, and ended up in a house.  I was myself, but I was in another girl’s body, and I had to play her role.  I didn’t really have a choice in her actions, I was simply playing the storyline.  In fact, all the people and scenery in this place really resembled a video game, an older game when graphics were just starting to get good, but still weren’t very realistic.  She had blonde hair, and wore a blue tank top.  (I’m not sure if that’s significant or not, but I’m trying to record all the details I can remember.)  She went to see the boy she liked at his house, but he wasn’t home.  She went to find him, and another girl tried to get in the way, but she didn’t let her get in the way.  When she found him, he was upset about something.  She helped to comfort him, but she still didn’t tell him that she liked him.  He seemed to be bound, something was in his way, and at times, he literally could not move his arms or legs, but was bound and being pushed along.  (I know it sounds strange.  These were actually different scenes, but I’m not sure of the order they came in, or how we got from one to another.)  She freed him from the binds, and it was obvious that they both liked each other, but still, neither spoke of it.  They had a closer friendship, but there was still a distance between them, and the distance was uncomfortable.  Then the girl was bound, and being pushed along, and I was her, and we were in the tunnel.  We finished up back in the house I had started out in, playing the story again.  But this time I had more freedom.  This time, I tried to change things, because I saw how sad they were, but I still couldn’t seem to get things quite right.

And then I woke up.


1/17/2011 — Edit:  I’ve been thinking more about this dream lately, and I tried to find some paintings of “Summerland”.  Instead, I found some photos, and the ones that most resembled my dream were from a trail at Mt. Rainier, in an area that they call Summerland.  I have never been to Washington, and had not heard of the mountain or its Summerland before seeing these pictures.  While they aren’t identical to my dream, they are pretty close.

This one, minus snow:


And especially this one: