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i’m craving cigarettes so badly right now and that’s strange, because I rarely smoke cigs. but I am dying for a Camel No. 9 menthol for some reason. being 17 is shit.

barefoot-sun-child:

MUST BE FOLLOWING, I CHECK. no likes and can go over.

I’ve lost some of the details since I’ve woken up but I’ll do my best to wrap my head around it…

It started off with some sort of traumatic disaster, i’m not sure what it was exactly but it had the same effect on the people that 9/11 did- people were scared and trying to stick together.

then I was at some party in this really posh mansion, with Forest. and there was a fair sized group of us, kids/teenagers upstairs in this balcony area and adults downstairs in a foyer type-thing. and then this really irritating girl started bitching at me about Forest, like dissing him and telling me to stay away from him and such, and so I lost my temper and started trying to punch her in the face, except my fists just kind of bounced/slid off of her. then all of a sudden these tiny, tiny little explosions started going off. I thought I was in trouble- I was being violent, and now karma was about to bite me in the ass. but somehow I made it through that round. the bitchy girl, however, didn’t. one of the explosions went off next to her, and she just disappeared. most of the adults downstairs disappeared too….

somehow all the survivors moved into this very sterile room. everything was white, even the bombs. the bombs, more like little hand grenades, really, appeared out of nowhere, falling on the ground in a grid pattern. everyone in the room was laying on the ground, face down, trying to roll out of the way when the bombs landed. not everyone could. when the explosion went off, the floor pixelated and opened up, and people fell/floated down through the floor. I don’t think they were dead. soon, the number of survivors was extremely low. some adult, one from the party, I think, yelled that we all needed to let go of our bodies and leave them behind. and somehow, we all intuitively knew how to do that. I detached my nerves and reeled in the spiritual anchors wrapped around my spine, and felt my soul lift out of my body. around me, I saw others doing the same. initially, the souls coming out looked almost the same as the bodies, but as time went on, the likeness faded away and they became more glowing, more beautiful. We flew into this warm, transparent tube of sunset colored light, one by one. I distinctly saw Jesse leading the line, followed by Forest, then me, then a short line of other beautiful souls behind me. as we went on, the sterile white room faded away and the outside world turned to black, but a soft, transitory black, and the reddish light of the tube continued to glow brighter…..

at the end of the tube was a holding room of some sort. it was sort of like a shrine, very majestic, with Indian influence, I think. the colors were deep and rich, the same sunset-colored spectrum, with untarnished gold serving as cement between the tiles on the floor. in the center of the room was a circular depression, surrounded by a short edge. as the stream of souls flew into the room, we sat around the edge. by this point, we had become human-shaped knots of monochromatic linework and henna-type designs. Forest was on my right, and initially, he was a smooth purple, but as we sat longer and more souls filtered in, he changed to a rich, wine-colored red. I was a dewy grass-green. I looked to Jesse, who was sitting to the right of Forest, and I couldn’t see his linework. I distinctly remember seeing black hair on his head, but he didn’t look like us. my hand was already outstretched to touch Forest’s leg, to comfort him, but it reached past him and I touched Jesse instead. he just looked at me with curiosity. I expected him to fade away, because he didn’t look like the rest, but he stayed.

I can’t remember what the others in the circle looked like, but I do know that there was one adult, and only about 11 people. I never actually counted, but the number 11 just seems to make sense to me, I don’t know why. Just 11 souls, in what was obviously a higher place than earth.

at this point in the dream, I could feel myself waking up. I rolled over in my bed, hoping that if I got more comfortable, I would be able to fall back into a sound sleep and experience whatever happened next. but as I did that, an incredibly bright light beamed into my face, making my heart skip a beat and my eyelids snap open. energy surged through me. my eyes adjusted and I realized it was just the sun through the window, but it took me by complete surprise-I’ve never seen it so bright before, first thing in the morning.