Just FYI, I've been in Core classes for the past several days, and have had a lot going on in my head, and out of it. There've been a lot of breakthroughs there, and even more when I've come home, between and among all of us. It's been trying, and terrifying, but GOOD.
Anyway, the dream...
I was on a school bus, with a bunch of other people. All adults, so it was like a tour bus or something.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
blckwngdorcl was there, but he wasn't sitting next to me. I don't think I knew anyone else there. Sometime during the ride, I ended up talking to my sister on the phone. Not sure who called who. (Note: This is rare in real life.) Anyway, in the middle of the conversation, the bus ends up in some sort of crash. I wasn't really hurt, although it was bad. There were several buses in our group, and it was some sort of mass accident, except we were in the middle of a field or something - no roads. The bus I was on was broken in half, with the back half hanging by a thread to the front half, and the front half was grill to the ground, perpendicular. I was in the front half, on the left, and was able to crawl out pretty quickly. After I got out and brushed myself off, I noticed that I'd gotten a text message while I was talking to Naia. I looked at it, and it was from blckwngdorcl, and he was saying that he had gotten a vision of something terrible happening. I looked around for him amongst all the people. Strangely enough, I wasn't really interested in anyone else. I don't get the impression that anyone was badly hurt, but then again, it seemed like there were some. At any rate, I paid little to no attention to anyone else there, had no interest in stopping and helping, etc.. I was interested in finding blckwngdorcl, though, and eventually did. He wasn't hurt either, and I spent some time walking with him, discussing how fucking cool it was that he had this premonition and texted me about it, JUST before the bus crashed.
Anyway, from there we ended up at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tc_borderpagans, which was perhaps the original destination. Except that it wasn't at Borders, but this big convention-hall-looking place, kinda posh. People were milling around, and I saw a few people I knew from a distance, although bulwerk was the only one I got close enough to hug. I was looking around for blckwngdorcl, 'cause I'd somehow lost him again, and saw him sitting at a table, so I headed over there. On the way there, I saw Fig sitting at a table very close to blckwngdorcl, who, for some reason, I figured would have recognized him if he'd been looking in that direction. I moved over to sit by blckwngdorcl, and somewhere in there, the tables changed to something that was a cross between bleachers and pews. A band was playing, heavy-techo-alternative mix, but no one I could recognize, nor any songs I recognized - I'm not even sure they were pagan-y. Anyway, I could see Fig better from that angle, although he couldn't see me. His hair was different. Straight and thick, poorly cut anywhere from his ears to his shoulders, with an equally haphazard color job that included everything from black to copper and several shades in between, all of which was partially covered by his hat. I pointed him out to blckwngdorcl, not sure what he'd do, or how he'd take Fig being there. I was rather confused about it myself, since Fig was never pagan (although we shared many views), and was in the process of converting to Catholicism (for Jessica) when I left. Anyway, now that we were close, and he had that weird hair goin' on, I wasn't really sure if it was him. So I watched a bit. Later, he drew out this very feminine pink phone. I got the impression it didn't belong to him, and it had been specially given to him so he could call one specific person. Jessica, of course. (Although, in real life, she hates pink.) I still wasn't sure, so I watched him, to see the number he dialed. I watched him clumsily dial a 770 number, which confirmed that he was calling her. (At least it seemed to in the dream. I was looking to see if he called Illinois, which would have been 815 where we lived... but somehow 770 confirmed it in my dream.) Sometime after this, blckwngdorcl left. I don't recall us talking about it, but I did get the sense that he was sorry, but he just couldn't sit that close to Fig, knowing how much my relationship with Fig had hurt me in the end, and how much negative affect it had had on our marriage. It was move or start a fight, I think. I was sad, but I understood, and in a way, respected him for it. Sometime after that, Fig turned around and our eyes locked. It was weird. Recognition followed by blankness, but not in that I'm-pretending-I-don't-know-you kinda way. Just like someone had wiped his mind away for a moment, but periodically, he would look at me again, like I was interesting for some reason he couldn't quite put his finger on, like he was trying to grasp on to a memory of me. I didn't wake up immediately after that, but that was basically it.
Anyway, the dream...
I was on a school bus, with a bunch of other people. All adults, so it was like a tour bus or something.
blckwngdorcl was there, but he wasn't sitting next to me. I don't think I knew anyone else there. Sometime during the ride, I ended up talking to my sister on the phone. Not sure who called who. (Note: This is rare in real life.) Anyway, in the middle of the conversation, the bus ends up in some sort of crash. I wasn't really hurt, although it was bad. There were several buses in our group, and it was some sort of mass accident, except we were in the middle of a field or something - no roads. The bus I was on was broken in half, with the back half hanging by a thread to the front half, and the front half was grill to the ground, perpendicular. I was in the front half, on the left, and was able to crawl out pretty quickly. After I got out and brushed myself off, I noticed that I'd gotten a text message while I was talking to Naia. I looked at it, and it was from blckwngdorcl, and he was saying that he had gotten a vision of something terrible happening. I looked around for him amongst all the people. Strangely enough, I wasn't really interested in anyone else. I don't get the impression that anyone was badly hurt, but then again, it seemed like there were some. At any rate, I paid little to no attention to anyone else there, had no interest in stopping and helping, etc.. I was interested in finding blckwngdorcl, though, and eventually did. He wasn't hurt either, and I spent some time walking with him, discussing how fucking cool it was that he had this premonition and texted me about it, JUST before the bus crashed.Anyway, from there we ended up at
tc_borderpagans, which was perhaps the original destination. Except that it wasn't at Borders, but this big convention-hall-looking place, kinda posh. People were milling around, and I saw a few people I knew from a distance, although bulwerk was the only one I got close enough to hug. I was looking around for blckwngdorcl, 'cause I'd somehow lost him again, and saw him sitting at a table, so I headed over there. On the way there, I saw Fig sitting at a table very close to blckwngdorcl, who, for some reason, I figured would have recognized him if he'd been looking in that direction. I moved over to sit by blckwngdorcl, and somewhere in there, the tables changed to something that was a cross between bleachers and pews. A band was playing, heavy-techo-alternative mix, but no one I could recognize, nor any songs I recognized - I'm not even sure they were pagan-y. Anyway, I could see Fig better from that angle, although he couldn't see me. His hair was different. Straight and thick, poorly cut anywhere from his ears to his shoulders, with an equally haphazard color job that included everything from black to copper and several shades in between, all of which was partially covered by his hat. I pointed him out to blckwngdorcl, not sure what he'd do, or how he'd take Fig being there. I was rather confused about it myself, since Fig was never pagan (although we shared many views), and was in the process of converting to Catholicism (for Jessica) when I left. Anyway, now that we were close, and he had that weird hair goin' on, I wasn't really sure if it was him. So I watched a bit. Later, he drew out this very feminine pink phone. I got the impression it didn't belong to him, and it had been specially given to him so he could call one specific person. Jessica, of course. (Although, in real life, she hates pink.) I still wasn't sure, so I watched him, to see the number he dialed. I watched him clumsily dial a 770 number, which confirmed that he was calling her. (At least it seemed to in the dream. I was looking to see if he called Illinois, which would have been 815 where we lived... but somehow 770 confirmed it in my dream.) Sometime after this, blckwngdorcl left. I don't recall us talking about it, but I did get the sense that he was sorry, but he just couldn't sit that close to Fig, knowing how much my relationship with Fig had hurt me in the end, and how much negative affect it had had on our marriage. It was move or start a fight, I think. I was sad, but I understood, and in a way, respected him for it. Sometime after that, Fig turned around and our eyes locked. It was weird. Recognition followed by blankness, but not in that I'm-pretending-I-don't-know-you kinda way. Just like someone had wiped his mind away for a moment, but periodically, he would look at me again, like I was interesting for some reason he couldn't quite put his finger on, like he was trying to grasp on to a memory of me. I didn't wake up immediately after that, but that was basically it.
