soaring, bruised and cut hands

I dreamt that both my hands were hurt. I can't remember how I got the first injury on my left hand, that was full of small bleeding scars and bruises, I do remember though how I hurt the right one; I was in a public house when somebody collapsed on a table full of glasses, shattering them and causing a rain of fragments of crystal. I had a deep cup between my thumb and my index finger that would probably need stitches. I kept it closed and immobile and waited patiently for help. A fat woman that resembled "Harry Potter's aunt Petunia" and due to this similarity I expected no good from her, was very kind and brought me a cup of tea. A group of doctors appeared on the spot and took care, very quickly and painlessly, of my left hand and arm. When I looked at it, it was full of small scars, pink but closed. They left the other hand for later. I could see small pieces of glass sticking out of small dried wounds, that made it very painful to pull them off. While I was waiting I was talking to people but no one would help me remove the bloodied chips of my hand. I kept both hands immobile. I was afraid to touch them.

Later I was in a classroom in the office of my land-lady. She had a huge space available for me to work and the job I would be doing was teaching art to toddlers. My hands were still hurt and fixed in a safe position. I had the children sitting in a round table and started talking to them in a very gentle and slow manner so as to get to know each-other. The land-lady's desk was on a higher level in the room and I was standing on the stairs that linked the two floors. As I was speaking I went lower and nearer to the table and when I walked around it I saw that there were some significantly older boys in my audience. Non of them had a cheerful face. On the contrary, they all had an expression of teenage aggression. I did not approve of them being there among my other young students. I went to the land-lady to ask what was going on. She said that they were students of the neighboring school and that it was their break-time. I still did not trust their faces to be near so young kiddies. Soon my worries proved to be plausible as they started being rude and attacked me verbally. There was an uproar but I can't remember anything in particular.

In my third dream of the night I was with P. My hands still felt stiff. I was afraid to touch them but I did and saw that there was nothing wrong. I had just arrived at my studio space in the school of fine arts. I had a wide white desk in a corner. Everything was white, despite the dust. I also had a bicycle, white apparently. I had just sat down and was thinking of my new work when I heard that some kind of professor was there. She was a woman and I did not feel like discussing anything with her. I got up and went into the next room where we kept supplies. There were large sheets of iron screens. I thought it was a brilliant material to do millions of constructions and forms with. I found some smaller pieces and started experimenting with them when P. came looking for me. He told me he had purchased something from a weird girl that worked in a near-by bakery. We took my white bicycle and drove there. We were looking for sweet and sour snacks when the large baker-lady came out to bring more stuff. She was very plump and friendly. Before long I saw the girl with whom P. had had his weird transaction. She was a big girl indeed, with a round cheeky face and blond locks hanging on each of her shoulders. She had a beautiful, warm smile. She was a big Sapphic and she had her eyes fixed on me. I smiled back. The backer-lady brought a tray of snacks and she nailed it on two up-standing loafs of bread. I was amazed by their flexibility. I seemed to have lost part of the discussion because she gave me a very nice, vintage, original flexible bowl by Tupperware! It was occasionally yellow or blue and it could transform from a storage bowl to a salad bowl! I was transfixed. She had two identical ones but she said she would only give us the one. We took our food and our tupper and got on our bicycle and took off towards the sky.
When I woke up I wondered if my hands were still hurt. They were numb but I could move easily every finger. I found no cuts or bruises.

Magic cushions. A big black empty building

I saw three magical objects, they were three basic principles or states or concepts of magic. They had originally been person that had taken the form of black velvet hats that looked like cushions with a light pink fury stripe. They flowed in space, next to a big arched gate and granted permissions. They would communicate with each-other and at some point one of them had to have a corner trimmed.
In another dream I saw that I had got trapped in a big black empty building. It was as if its purpose was to trap people inside and make it difficult for them to escape. All the walls were black and very dimly lit. I had to go up and down stairs and pass crawling through passages and short, narrow doors. I think I was in contact with somebody outside. When I managed to get out I found the person to whom I was talking to when I was in the building and he had a grey car. He suggested that I should drive. We were in a sparsely populated district, possibly an agricultural area. I drove the car into a ditch next to a cottage. I think that I had some explaining to to, subsequently, probably to some law enforcement officer. Yet I did not want too much trouble because of my previous experience.
I can't remember anything else clearly.

Mutans!!

I was walking on a wide road near a port. It was a street vertical to the coast. The dark was falling, yet the road was brightly lit by yellow lights. There were wires, from side to side, with yellow light bulbs hanging from them. I was on the right-hand-side pavement, as I was facing forward. At the side of the pavement, next to a tree that was surrounded by a heavy iron fencing, I saw a vividly colored pile of furniture. I went closer and saw that it was mostly children things: a mattress, some bags and other things. They were in rather good condition and I started taking some of them for myself. I found two identical pencil-cases that were wet and soiled with sand. It made me think of children spending their summer break by the shore. I moved on and saw another similar pile of objects. This time they were more neatly put, there was a table and some of them were hanging from the tree like Christmas decorations. I was looking at them and had started piling my loot in front of me when I was surrounded by a group of men. I thought they were annoying but not necessarily a peril. They did not seem aggressive at all, merely curious. An English-speaking tall boy with lightly colored hair and a shortly trimmed beard kept finding nice pop little bags at the higher branches and giving them to me. To the group of men was added a group of "hens". They made such a ruckus that made me want to leave, so I moved onwards. Along with me came a skinny nice girl. We went past something that looked like a pop corn booth and had fruit stalked on the wall behind it. At this point I should mention that there were no cars at this road, and that their absence made it look even more mysterious. The thin girl with straw-blond hair and sunken blue eyes stopped at this site. It was advertised by a big-breasted woman dressed up as a pin-up in yellow and red, with fluffy brown hair. It was run by a man that had a set of tinny medical scalpels. He would modify the skin with these and create figures that looked terribly mutated, but with a certain symmetry that made them look like naturally born monstrous entities. I could see him cutting the shoulder of a man and forming a flowery shape with the detached skin. The girl that was with me showed me isometrically bright red scarves on her arms. She looked like an abnormally neat suicide attempt.
I took a turn and walked in a dark-lit alley. It must have been a pedestrian's road because the luck of vehicles there did not strike me as something odd. I was with T., a friend of my sister. She would help me go higher up the city safely because we were at a very dodgy part of the city. I remember seeing two of the oddly mutated men whispering to each other and grinning. They were particularly large-built and they had fleshy spiral formations everywhere, at their legs and thighs and arms and neck. They looked so abnormal and I was sure that they had an equally mutated mind. We went through a bar, up some stairs and then we had to walk on a stone wall. It was wide enough and not very high but I felt my fear of heights taking over me. My phone rung and I tried to pick it up, I could not see who it was though. All I could read was "knitt-it-....". I thought evil about whoever tried to talk to me at that point. Also because the phones battery was dying and I wanted to call P. later. I picked it up but could hear nothing. Then I thought it must have been E., an annoying acquaintance of mine. I felt terribly dizzy and told T. to move on because I couldn't follow and that I would find my way on my own. The wall on which I was standing was making a curve in the bar. I spoke to a man that was having his drink bellow me that I had frozen from fear and that I could not get off! He pointed at me for the waiter to see. They moved aside and left an empty space for me to fall. I asked politely the waiter that was also very tall and wide to catch me when I fall. He did. I fell on his chest and he put me down. I went outside. People were really dodgy! I started walking towards another direction but came to a dead-end street. A group of approximately four women with long curly hair in obsolete hair-dos surrounded me with bad intents. I swallowed my tongue and walked away. There was a strangely disfigured girl on a wheel-chair. She went into a dodgy building. I was standing in front of what seemed to be a fortune-teller's booth, with a curved neon, multicolored sign and heavy black drapes on the door. Other people were there as well. The girl in the wheel-chair, that had looked rather small when I had first seen her, came rushing out, screaming. She came near us and got up. She was massive with a really wide formation of flesh around her head (at least where her eyes were). She was holding an official paper and was screaming in rage that "they don't help at all! It took years to get a certificate that after a very complex surgery that took eight hours they managed to form a functional body again! But do you call this functional? Have you seen lots of girls pooping from their foreheads and eating from where their anus used to be?" I observed then that only her arms and legs had their original place on her body. Every other part had been terribly misplace making her an indistinct mass of body tissue! Her colon seemed to have been placed on her forehead indeed and she made a dark brown turd as she mentioned it. Subsequently she held a large bowl with something white and mushy under her feet and started eating. I felt sympathy and disgust at the same time.
I saw more mutants telling their stories! There was a man that was saying how he had almost dyed when he jumped off the wall from where I had fallen earlier. I can't recall the details or his face clearly though.
I have the impression that P. was coming for me because I had vague visions of him being around and I felt safer.
The next thing I remember was sitting around a small round table, with people I don't know but felt keen on, and telling my dream about the mutants. I started from the pop-corn booth but then I remembered how it had all started and then I woke up.

Dumbledore, again- me in two bodies

I dreamt I was with Dumbledore in a group of people . He was homosexual and he was performing scientific experiments. In one of these he turned me into a man. I cannot remember what I looked like. He did not transform me back into a woman but, instead, he used some genetic material of mine he had taken in the past and re-created me as one. Thus I existed in two different bodies but I seemed to be using only one brain to think, so I never saw in my dream both types at the same time. We went to a beach. I think it was in an abandoned military camp. The opposite coast was quite close, in a distance that most people would swim without too much effort. Yet non of us showed any intention to get into the water. There were more people there.
Apart from the beach I also saw myself in a house, in a room with lots of others. There was a tall thin rock singer- the cocky, full of drugs kind of rock singer- that got interested in me. I had a cold attitude towards him until he lost his excitement and I gained some. Yet, since I had turned him down I did not dare to make any moves towards him. I just kept staring discreetly and wondering why this might be happening to me, not paying any attention to someone that fancies me until they stop, and then I want them desperately. My male self found a sweetheart as well. There was this girl that used to be a friend of mine some years ago. She is quite cute, tall and thin and despite the fact that my male version was much shorter than her, I decided to give it a try, and asked her if she would like us to spent some time on our own. I was standing a stair higher than her but she was still taller. She accepted this and invited me at her flat on the next day, around eleven o'clock pm or midnight. I don't really like getting out of my house so late and I felt reluctant to do it, but I said I would be there. I was quite nervous as it would be my first date with a woman. On the account that I had kept my original brain in my male body I started wondering if I was a lesbian. At the same time my girly self managed to arrange something more intimate with the rock singer. Things were getting confusing. I might have been able to be at two places simultaneously but I still had only brain to do the thinking for both bodies! I asked a random girl that was there, if she would mind listening to me for a little while and maybe tell me her opinion on a subject that concerned me. We went into the bedroom where people were leaving their coats. Other girls kept coming in, and since it might be good to listen to more individual opinions I decided to have a bigger audience. Some men infiltrated in the room but we kicked them out. The last one to stay inside was a tiny gnome, hiding under the bed. The last person I wanted to tell my problems to was a gossipy magical creature. I made him leave the room as well. I started telling my story about the two heterosexual bodies and the one female mind. I asked what to do with the chick since I had never thought as a lesbian before. A short and chubby woman with fluffy black hair and a black skirt that became very tight around her wide, round bottom as she sat, told me that she had been equally disappointed by men and women. I thought that I would have never guest that she was going both ways and that I was too much prudent after all.
I woke up.

Stake and kidney pie

I can't remember how this dream started but we 'll take it from the following point onwards. I had taken a bath and all the green colour of my fringe got washed away, leaving my partially blond. It was not that sickly light orange I had before the application of the green pigment but a nice vibrant, almost white yellow. I didn't like it anyway and wondered if I would have to wait for my hair to become dirty again before I tried to change the colour. Next thing I remember is being in a butchery. I was looking at the butcher, who was my brother, in his white, blood-stained robe. He had thin, blond, shoulder length hair and a warm, friendly grin on his face. He was a head taller than me, well built and with wide shoulders. He hugged me. I had mixed feelings about him, I liked and respected him as a brother but I was also slightly intimidated as if I did not know much about him and the mystery that surrounded him made me feel uncomfortable. He was religious and, in addition to that, he also had holly powers. I was holding a plastic bag with small balls of dough and I asked if I should have sanctified them or if he would like to do it. He said he had crossed and thus sanctified "this" and pointed towards a plastic bag full of pieces of meat. From their textures and colour I understood that some were kidneys. I assumed I would have to cook stake and kidney pie.
I walked back home were I met my old friend G. (I haven't seen this person for so long I am no longer sure we are still friends). We were flatmates. From the discussion I deducted that we were leaving on the next day. I fell off the clouds because I had not realized it would be this soon. Apparently he had made all the arrangements with the movers and he had booked our tickets and I had not made a note of the date of departure. I also had to cook and a million other things for the flat and I had not got cardboard boxes so as to pack my things! I asked if had any spare ones. The answer was negative. I started by packing my shoes. They were less than I expected them to be. While I was doing this I found a few more boxes I had stored in the bigger box I had used for my shoes.
Yet, I did not know if I wanted to leave. I seemed to have adjusted rather well after all this time. I did not feel as I did when the decision had been taken. I kept packing shoes until the dog started barking.
I got up, put on my sleepers, asked her to shut up and slowly proceeded to the kitchen to make the essential morning warm beverage that helps turn a zombie into a functional human being. Loo, toothbrush, green fringe still there. "Morning Captain".