As my first dream entry here, one with much change, vivid detail, and strong emotions hopefully will carry your interests. Nominated, in my world, for best visual effects, best actor, and dream of the year 2012, it's a sci-fi meets Brady's world classic, sure to capture the imagination of like-minded dreamers, and new dream readers everywhere!
In the same place slept for six months (sister's couch), and during the near month to spring, and in the night, a dream began... the memory starts at the end...
I saw a Bigfoot. He was huge, and just close enough to me to make out his huge silhouette through the darkness in this deep, lush ravine. "Don't Move," I thought, and "get ready." He stood near the stream leaving the pond, and I was higher up on the path towards the mouth of the ravine. Both of us still, I began to believe he, also, knew he wasn't alone. He, then, started walking the far side of the pond, very slowly at first. Keeping sharp watch on him, it was now that i could have reached for my phone or camera, but to me nothing mattered except experiencing this.
I would get a few slow paces closer to the end of the dangerously steep path, while Bigfoot was still behind some bushy trees across the pond. I looked to spot him again, and now he was looking right at me with little dots of yellow light in his eyes, and he was peeking from behind a tree. Fear weighed in on me, and I saw the true nature of this being. He was a ghost or spirit..., or something else, and I could see through him like a black fog. I took one more step and the Bigfoot spirit reacted. He moved towards the mouth of the deep ravine, so I make a break for it. Everything moved into a slow-motion-like, blurred perception, as we both ran in the same direction, toward the end of the ravine. My path, skinny and treturous, his path, swampy with thick trees. In the side of my vision, Bigfoot raced ahead, appearing as a black blur leaving tracers of black light in its wake.
The spirit of Bigfoot had disappeared into the darkness. I had turned a corner and the fear had all but changed to the same sense of wonderful mystery I had felt when I first saw him. People were coming, and I would tell them of my sighting. They had cameras and cargo and told me they were Bigfoot hunting. Nobody believed me... I didn't have "proof."
Down hill, the path opened up, and tall trees and high cliffs, morphed into massive concrete structures. I was walking into a huge down ramp when someone caught my attention from above. I turned their direction and a door appeared on the wall of the steep down ramp.
Inside, tight hallways of doors to classrooms seemed to go on forever. I opened a door to find a few students being taught by an older teacher about the mythology of Bigfoot. I told them of my experiences. The students laughed at me, but the teacher just looked at me and smiled. I wasn't startled awake and can't be sure if other dreams happened before i awoke, but I felt well rested with a sense of adventure!
Before any of this Bigfoot spirit dream happened I was in the high corner of my old high school gym. The dream gym was made into a skate-park and below me, a few groups of friends gathered. Somehow all at once I was on the floor looking up at where I was just viewing the gym. I was looking up at a beautiful young woman with gorgeous eyes and spiking pink hair. She was a long way away, but I was viewing her in a close-up frame. A few times when paralyzed by fear with Bigfoot, I thought of her, and it helped me be strong.
Spirit of Bigfoot
