oui, c’est magique
September 24, 2022
My dreams last night were tres magnifique et exuberant!
For one, they were lucid, and at one point I said to myself that I was not dreaming but experiencing an alternate reality, because the visual aspect of the dream was so clear. When I became aware of my own consciousness, I started running around to intake more visual data before waking up. I also took out my phone in the dream and took photos, in case I actually had entered another timeline and would be able to find them on my phone after waking back in my normal reality.
In the first part of the dream I was in a large building with beautiful architectural details—crown molding, mahogany wood everywhere, dark academia meets patriotism? It was like I was in an old president’s house that had since been converted into a museum. The architecture seemed to be from the era that preceded hallways; the rooms led into each other and were spacious. As I passed through the master bedroom, I noticed two men in regency wear speaking threats to each other, but in a dramaturgical style that made me think I was observing a theatrical production. I also thought this because, even though the men didn’t outright acknowledge me, I could sense that they were aware of my presence yet still needed to complete their dialogue.
One of the men joined me on the bed and gave me a potion or salve of some sort and ~ this part is fuzzy ~ indicated that I was going to either die or become paralyzed. I determined that leaving the room would in effect take me out of that reality, so I exited.
Suddenly I found myself in a new realm where everyone spoke French and was wearing Victorian clothing. When I walked in, I was wearing a long-sleeve, white Victorian nightgown. I noticed a woman gesture toward another woman, then to me, to indicate that I needed to be clothes in some sort of underthing. I can’t recall the name she used for it, but it was pastel pink and green—everything was pastel pink and green—and its function was to provide a layer over my nightgown, to convert the ensemble into something functional but a bit more formal for moving about the garden and common areas of the villa. I wanted to speak to them but the only phrase I could think of in French waws “Oh, oui c’est magique:” Oh, yes it’s magick.
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