Posted on: 2012-01-01 by gha-ling

My dream last night came in three stages: In the first stage I was working in a conservation center in the amazon filled with animals that seemed normal but that were different in a slight (but crucial!) way. For example, one gorilla had forearms that rivaled the size of a giraffe's legs. I remember being afraid of the gorillas. Finally, the blond curly haired woman that was guiding me showed me to the back room of the building (btw, the building resembled a mansion from the 19th century with yellow walls, brown doors, several floors and weird stairways) which was filled with water creatures. She told me about a problem they had been having with snakes recently. That's when I noticed that an orange snake had slithered in the stream from the outside. Everyone started running and screaming but apparently this happened a lot and people were actually having fun like those games you play when we were kids in which you do something scary bur then laugh about it. After running upstairs with a group of people we started looking for these pills that would prevent the snake form hurting us. As soon as i took it I started seeing strange colors illuminating from people's backs. 2) Something I can't remember happened, and then I was in the freezing water of the Atlantic after the Titanic sunk. The rest of the survivors and I made for lights we saw in the distance and soon came across a settlement of blue moth people who had an affinity for japanese restaurants. The restaurants were directly on the water and the reflections were beautiful. It was like 'spirited away', the japanese movie. Unfortunately for many of us, the mothpeople were racist. they only allowed the Irish survivors to enter the restaurants and would (i suspect) have hurt anyone else from trying to get in. Still, people were fighting to get in to avoid freezing to death. So my companion and I (who later turned out to be a psychiatrist) swam around the bend to the other side of the complex. No one was here yet, but a black tentacle spirit engaged me in a philosophical debate that i won, which annoyed it, so the psychiatrist and I climbed up onto the table and ran, jumping from one restaurant to the next. 3) at some point in time we left the freezing waters and found ourselves in front of a large brick building with immense windows. Inside we saw a poor young boy being beaten by his father. the psychiatrist and I decided we needed to help the poor kid and waited until everyone was asleep to enter his house. After a series of flashbacks we discovered that the father had lost his beautiful brown-haired wife who liked to dance among the pines, and then had lost all his money in the great depression. we felt bad for him, and helped him (..somehow?..) then i woke up