This might be a little random, but I thought it was fun :-) This is a recounting dream I had today during my afternoon nap. It was so exciting that after I woke up I went over the details again and again in my head so I wouldn't forget it, and I’ve put in as many details as I could remember. I’ve had many running dreams, but I’ve never flown before that I can remember, and in every single other running dream I was always running away from something that hurt me, never anything like this! So anyways, I decided to write it down, and maybe it’ll make you laugh :-)
I was dreaming that I was at my friend Jessie’s house (only, of course it looked nothing like her real house, I just knew it was hers) and I told her “Jess, you need to invite me over to swim sometime because I got a new bathing suit and I haven’t been able to use it yet.” (now, this is true, but when I said this in the dream we were already floating in her pool (which was in ground, unlike her real above ground pool) but I was in my clothes.)
Next thing I know, I’m swimming in the pool (in my bathing suit, because this is another day) and Jess has gone inside (the house was hers, but now the backyard belongs to me, even though it’s the same backyard as before). It’s sunny and comfortably warm for a summer day. All the greens are bright and illuminated by the sun. The yard is like a small valley, surrounded by four hills, each about three feet or so high (this is important later) with the pool on the right half, and a large tree with a hammock hanging from it in the other half. Along the back of the house is a garden, and in the garden is my trellis from our old Michigan house, and my irises are growing near the trellis. I'm swimming, and my mom, brother and sister are sitting on one of the hills reading.
I look up and see the most beautiful butterfly flying above me. I point to it and yell “Mom! Look! That’s the most beautiful one I ever saw!” the butterfly has large, gossamer wings (this is the word I think in my dream, gossamer) and it is colored with a shimmering, pastel rainbow, and it’s body was gold. The butterfly landed on a low hanging branch of the tree, above me in the pool, and I studied it as it rested.
Suddenly, the butterfly took flight toward the trellis, and I got out of the pool and followed it. I sat down under the trellis and held up my left hand and the butterfly landed on my index finger, and then it fluttered up above my head. I was sitting Indian style on the mulch, and when the butterfly started flying above my head I held my hands up to my chin and giggled like a Disney princess (these were my exact thoughts in the dream: “I should giggle like a Disney princess now.” No, I’m not kidding!). Then the butterfly did the most amazing thing! It grabbed hold of the end of my ponytail, and started pulling me across the yard! I ran up the soft grassy hill to the right, turned around and ran back down into the yard, across to the hill on the other side, but just as I was about to begin climbing the hill on the left the butterfly lifted me to the top of the hill! I turned around and headed back to the hill on the right, and the same thing happened! I somehow understood that the butterfly needed my momentum from running to get that final lift, so I ran swiftly and lightly, and she lifted me as I reached each end.
I was yelling for Jessie, “Jessie!! Come out now! You’ve got to see this!” and for my mom and brother and sister to watch me. I started yelling for my brother (it was Ben) to grab my camera that he had with him (and was part of the beginning of this dream which I cant remember) and take a video. Every time I passed him I’d yell for him to get it, but he kept trying and couldn’t get to video to work.
One time, as we ran passed the tree, the butterfly magically lifted the hammock so I could run under it. Then she lifted me so high that I was between the electrical wires! But when we went that high I told her “oh, that’s a little high for me, a little too high for Ashley.”
On our next trip passed Ben, he took a picture, but only of my feet. “Video! Video!” I yelled (by the way, all this yelling and screaming was the kind I’ve always experienced in dreams, where I’m trying to scream, but nothing but a weak gurgle comes out, I can never get my screams passed the phlegm in my throat. But this means that if anyone were around while I was having this dream, I’d imagine they would have been able to hear me talking and moaning in my sleep). Finally, Emily exasperatedly put down the book she was reading and showed Ben how to get the video. But as soon as he figured it out, the butterfly gently put me down and flew back into the tree. I somehow knew that she didn’t want to be filmed.
And then I woke up.
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