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amberdreamsAh the weirdness of dreams. Warning for long rambling narrative - this is really just here for me.
(I also have no idea who the 'we' was. I know I wasn't alone most of the time, but my companion seemed to be some sort of amalgam of all my fanfriends).
I was at a convention but the room layout wasn’t the usual large hall. Instead we were in a much smaller room with only fifty to a hundred in the audience. There were convention chairs in rows like normal, but the table where J2 were sitting was at right angles to the chairs and wasn’t on a stage. It was more like a table for autos. Plus there were a couple of sofas, and I had to sit on one of those because I was late arriving. And because I was late, what happened next was all a mystery to me.
First everyone recited some sort of poem or speech in unison. Not being prepared, I couldn’t join in. Then everyone queued up in a line in front of the table to present Jensen and Jared with homemade gifts – which I hadn’t known about either so I didn’t have anything for them. I just sat on my sofa and watched, feeling miserable.
When everyone was done, they all filed out of the room, but Jared came back to see if I was okay. He had a big hand on my back, and kind of pulled me right up into his body and asked if I was all right. Of course I wasn’t – it was one of those occasions where you’re holding it together really well until someone gives you lots of sympathy then you crack. Jared was all warm and nice, so I told him no, I wasn’t okay. Then I spilled about missing Michelle and Rachel and my Dad, and he was just hugging me and it was kind of awful and lovely at the same time.
Then there was one of those dream scene changes and we were on a beach. Someone was drawing the scene yet we were also inside it, and there was a group of Viking settlers that started as part of the painting, before becoming real. It was kind of crowded on this beach now, what with the newly animated Vikings and also teams of fun runners in fancy dress. The bay was very pretty, with golden sand and surrounded by tall cliffs of jagged yellow rock. The cliffs were cracking and huge shards of rock were shearing off, but people didn’t seem to notice what was happening until nearly all the cliffs had collapsed.
Just as it seemed like everyone would surely die, the fallen rocks began to rise into sharp, pointed buildings that looked like London’s Shard, except made of the golden cliff stone and glass. It was like Inception or Dr Strange but without any feeling of danger. We were soon surrounded by a veritable city of these buildings with a few trees and plants breaking up the man-made environment.
We were all looking round, amazed. Then I noticed a row of people sitting in front of me, each holding a plant in a pot. The plants started to grow and to levitate. As they did, we could see everywhere there was plant-life rising up like the buildings had done moments before, and soon the city had disappeared, replaced by a dimly lit lush forest – which was somehow inside a room with a door that Jensen walked through.
This Jensen was half naked (yay!) but also very hairy. His chest and shoulders were covered in long tufts of wavy brown hair that stood on end like he was underwater, and his eyes glowed green like they were being lit from within. There were small mushrooms and moss growing on his shoulders and bracket funghi down his arm, and from the waist down he was even hairier. I was running my hand down his thigh and his fur was so soft, but as my hand reached his lower leg I could feel he had hooves. That was when we realised Jensen was actually a faun or satyr.
Which is when I woke up, quite delighted. Apart from the start where I’d been feeling isolated and sad, the rest of the dream was full of wonder.
And now I’d really like someone to draw or paint Faun!Jensen with his funghi. I might even try it myself.
(I also have no idea who the 'we' was. I know I wasn't alone most of the time, but my companion seemed to be some sort of amalgam of all my fanfriends).
I was at a convention but the room layout wasn’t the usual large hall. Instead we were in a much smaller room with only fifty to a hundred in the audience. There were convention chairs in rows like normal, but the table where J2 were sitting was at right angles to the chairs and wasn’t on a stage. It was more like a table for autos. Plus there were a couple of sofas, and I had to sit on one of those because I was late arriving. And because I was late, what happened next was all a mystery to me.
First everyone recited some sort of poem or speech in unison. Not being prepared, I couldn’t join in. Then everyone queued up in a line in front of the table to present Jensen and Jared with homemade gifts – which I hadn’t known about either so I didn’t have anything for them. I just sat on my sofa and watched, feeling miserable.
When everyone was done, they all filed out of the room, but Jared came back to see if I was okay. He had a big hand on my back, and kind of pulled me right up into his body and asked if I was all right. Of course I wasn’t – it was one of those occasions where you’re holding it together really well until someone gives you lots of sympathy then you crack. Jared was all warm and nice, so I told him no, I wasn’t okay. Then I spilled about missing Michelle and Rachel and my Dad, and he was just hugging me and it was kind of awful and lovely at the same time.
Then there was one of those dream scene changes and we were on a beach. Someone was drawing the scene yet we were also inside it, and there was a group of Viking settlers that started as part of the painting, before becoming real. It was kind of crowded on this beach now, what with the newly animated Vikings and also teams of fun runners in fancy dress. The bay was very pretty, with golden sand and surrounded by tall cliffs of jagged yellow rock. The cliffs were cracking and huge shards of rock were shearing off, but people didn’t seem to notice what was happening until nearly all the cliffs had collapsed.
Just as it seemed like everyone would surely die, the fallen rocks began to rise into sharp, pointed buildings that looked like London’s Shard, except made of the golden cliff stone and glass. It was like Inception or Dr Strange but without any feeling of danger. We were soon surrounded by a veritable city of these buildings with a few trees and plants breaking up the man-made environment.
We were all looking round, amazed. Then I noticed a row of people sitting in front of me, each holding a plant in a pot. The plants started to grow and to levitate. As they did, we could see everywhere there was plant-life rising up like the buildings had done moments before, and soon the city had disappeared, replaced by a dimly lit lush forest – which was somehow inside a room with a door that Jensen walked through.
This Jensen was half naked (yay!) but also very hairy. His chest and shoulders were covered in long tufts of wavy brown hair that stood on end like he was underwater, and his eyes glowed green like they were being lit from within. There were small mushrooms and moss growing on his shoulders and bracket funghi down his arm, and from the waist down he was even hairier. I was running my hand down his thigh and his fur was so soft, but as my hand reached his lower leg I could feel he had hooves. That was when we realised Jensen was actually a faun or satyr.
Which is when I woke up, quite delighted. Apart from the start where I’d been feeling isolated and sad, the rest of the dream was full of wonder.
And now I’d really like someone to draw or paint Faun!Jensen with his funghi. I might even try it myself.
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Date: 2018-03-24 02:51 pm (UTC)Apparently the boys are on our minds. I don't often remember mine, but this morning my 'waking up dream' was simply of being with Sam Winchester, drinking tea from a mug and looking up at the stars in a night sky - not sure if we were sitting or standing or what the context was, but honestly, I never felt so calm as waking up today. I am assuming that it had to do with the poetry prompt I asked for recently, involving the boys stargazing. I am really grateful I didn't wake to the vivid dream before it where my gerbils got out and the cats were in the house and somehow I acquired gunieapigs as well because that was stressful. Normally I don't remember dreams but my meds were upped so I am assuming that has something to do with it. Sam Winchester and stars? I ain't complaining.
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Date: 2018-03-24 03:38 pm (UTC)Hmm I haven't had a guinea pig dream for a while - I do tend to have those every now and then.
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Date: 2018-03-24 06:40 pm (UTC)I'm with you - I need to see some faun!Jensen art!!
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Date: 2018-03-24 07:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-03-26 02:38 am (UTC)And I'm not really one for other-species AUs or whatever, but dang: what with the moss and mushrooms and fungi(!!!), your subconscious gave Jensen-as-faun THE BEST FOREST AESTHETIC. :DDD
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Date: 2018-03-26 11:02 am (UTC)I've been having a few amusing dreams about the boys lately, just us chilling and hanging out, picnicing on boats (O.o) I also had that dream about Jeremy Renner recently as well, lol.
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