07/07/04
Raptor Hunt

I took notes of this more memorable dream from the bunch I had last night, but even with notes I can barely remember it now; I can't even read some of my writing. :( Well, here goes, I guess...

I have written down first of all "raptors killed woman's family"--this is something that happened outside the scope of the dream itself, and is the point which I remember least; I remember thinking as I took notes that I should take note of something a bit more, like the emotions of the people involved (including me), but I didn't, so I can't really give much detail. :/ I'm guessing it's just as it said--raptors, as in velociraptors, the dinosaur--had killed this woman's family, and now I think that she, plus at least one guy and myself, were going to set out to find the raptors and maybe study them to learn about their behavior to prevent future attacks. Even though I sense that the woman was vengeful, I don't get the impression that we were going to just go in and kill the raptors. Though I could be wrong.

We were in the Glen's parking lot getting ready to take off. We would need to fly in a plane to where we were going. It was just a tiny plane, and I don't remember actually seeing it. I just know I got into something and then rose into the air--I don't even remember going down any sort of runway. It was sunny and cold out I believe, winter, and I seemed to be leaving my own family behind in the parking lot. I was supposed to be in this small plane with the woman and at least one other person--I don't know who the pilot was--but it's just like I was levitating into the air without the aid of anything--there was nothing visible around me whatsoever. Like flying, literally! (Remember my description of the "ship" I rode in "The False Pirate"--it was exactly like that, only flying rather than sailing.) I was sitting in a seat but it was probably invisible for all that I know. I leaned back in it as if gravity were pushing me back and looked skyward. Now the angle of things got all weird and wrong, because we were going almost straight UP (more like a helicopter), yet I got a very good view of what would have been outside the plane's window had it been tilted way on its SIDE--there was supposed to be landscape below, to my right--then as we went I was watching the scenery unfold on the OTHER side, my left. Even while I was still leaning back in my seat, heading almost directly UP. Like I said...very weird and hard to explain or describe. It's like I was heading in one direction while I was supposed to be heading in another, and had views of things lying in the different directions which would have been beyond my field of sight. That's the best I can do. *shrug*

Like I said, at some point I leaned forward to look out the "windows" to my right and seemed to see, instead of Cheboygan or Glen's (it had been to my right when we took off), a blue-green patchwork landscape far below, because I remember thinking of how that was how it was supposed to look from a plane. But then we were still rising and taking off from the parking lot and I turned my head, lying back in my seat again, to look to the left. Even though I was almost flat on my back I had a great view of the landscape down there--it was closer than it should have been considering how high we were going--and it tilted at an odd angle as the plane seemed to tilt. (This reminds me of my own difficulty controlling my path of flight in dreams when I'm doing it on my own--rather than soar, I always hover and dive and wobble and jerk and tilt all over the place as if I am hanging from strings and can't quite control my own motions. I have yet to have a peaceful, wonderful flying dream. :/ ) And instead of the Glen's parking lot, there was now some sort of giant lake or ocean, even, down there, with gorgeous pale, pale aqua green water cresting in to the shore (which could have been the parking lot asphalt, I don't know). I noticed a very tiny little ISLAND sitting in the water not far from the shore--it was barely more than a large lumpy rock covered with vegetation, like small pine trees--I wouldn't even rightfully call it an island, just a rock formation; it would likely sustain nothing more than birds. But in the dream I remembered somehow on seeing this that this area was supposed to be scattered with literally HUNDREDS of such tiny islands, and this must be one; more would come in the future. I anticipated this, because the scenery was so pretty. The plane continued ascending and tilting and I believe the pale green water and the little island went out of my view.

We just kept going up, and up, and up, and I believe I wondered how high exactly we would go. One of the people--the man?--seemed to express amusement at my puzzlement and concern (I didn't want to go TOO high!), and maybe he found an indirect way to answer me, or else illustrated his answer by steering the plane even higher. Not sure.

At this point I have written down what looks for all the world like "Bratarn" or "Bratain"--I can only guess I meant to write "Britain," although that leaves me equally clueless. o_o I get the feeling there was a particular place we had to look for the raptors' hideout, so maybe it was somewhere in Britain that we were traveling to. This did not seem nearly as preposterous or long distance as it would be in real life; the place of the multitude of tiny islands made me think more of an area much closer to home, as there are lots of islands scattered in the Great Lakes. (Though no Great Lake has pale aqua water like that!)

Anyway, the plane began to at last descend for a landing. We were still over a large body of water, though now it was more the color of an actual lake rather than a tropical sea--darker, like midnight blue--and the long, concavely curving shore was lined with a smallish beach and then pine trees, going way into the distance. There was a sort of concrete walkway along the shore close by and one of the people I was with said something about us landing on or near the "jetty." The plane came down, down, and finally I just kind of dropped to the concrete on my feet, wary of losing my balance. Yep, that was the "landing"--me just landing on my feet, kind of awkwardly. I swayed and then caught my balance and looked around myself to see that this concrete "jetty" (that's what they called it in the dream, although it was parallel to the shore, not projecting outward from it) appeared to be made up of different sections, like a sidewalk, and much of it was crusted with thick transparent ice. I actually seemed to land almost out a bit over the water itself, and then stepped onto the "jetty," though maybe that's just me, because I didn't feel fear at first...until I noticed that I was standing atop this THICK layer of ice which appeared to completely fill in this big gap in the jetty. This gap must have been at least two to four feet across and at least five or so feet deep--and it was just FILLED with this thick layer of ice! The ice was striated with bits of dirt and air pockets and cracks and such, but it was so clear that I could see straight through to the bottom--right beneath me! It was almost like standing on air! I gasped and immediately jumped backwards onto the concrete section of the jetty behind me, not wanting to fall through the ice (even though there was nothing but a smallish concrete room formed by the jetty beneath it, and this ice was SOLID) or into the water or something. I got the feeling I had to seriously watch my step else I'd plunge into the lake or whatever it was, and you know how terrified I am of water!

I ended up on the concrete section again, still staring down. (Even though the plot of the dream is all hazy now, the sight of the thick transparent ice and the concrete of the jetty--and the sunlight hitting it, the slightly soiled (dusty) feeling of the place, and the feeling that it was winter--are all still very clear in my mind. I picture that concrete and feel as if I can literally place my fingers against it and feel the gritty, cold cement, and then want to wash my hands.) I don't know what happened to the woman, if she was still with us, but there was at least one man--maybe the one who had come with us, and maybe a British(?) guy there to greet us--with me now, and he chuckled at seeing my reaction to the ice. He told me I would have to watch my step around here, because a lot of it was treacherous like that. I just kept staring down at it in awe, unable to believe that ice that thick could be that clear.

I can't speak for any of the rest of the dream, but I'm pretty sure the "raptors" part was inspired by my browsing of a "yiffy" dinosaur art site the day before this--the site had numerous pieces of artwork featuring anthropomorphic raptors and other dinosaurs engaged in adult situations, and some of the stories behind the artwork very much intrigued me and affected me emotionally.



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