D R E A M S

I was enrolled in some sort of mystic arts school. Kinda like Harry Potter, but much darker. It seemed like the system of magic was derived from a living force that had to be tapped, but that was very hard to control. Whenever I would cast spells, I would be visited by this veiled figure, much like the classic black-robed death archetype. It would fly toward me as though walking without moving it's legs and at a very high speed and then it would get very close to my face and then disappear. I don't really remember much of a plot to this dream, though I think there was one. My dreams are much less vivid upon waking lately and I find it disconcerting. I don't know how to remedy this. Perhaps I need to meditate more in the waking life?

Later in the morning I dreamed in animation. It was somewhat Simpsons-like, but there was way more absurdity. One this that stood out was an elephant that lived inside of a wall, like a mouse. I also remember there was a lot of nonsense-language, but I can't remember any of the phrases now. We were all watching for something, but I don't remember what.

In either of these dreams, there was no one I recognized, including myself. Every feature was entirely synthetic, including location.

Brian posted at 8:49 AM.