Still been having sweet dreams, but haven't been recording them so much.
I had a very long and complex dream last night, but I forgot most of it - I remember many visual details, but not enough action to merit writing anything. It was another one of my anime-styled dreams; two android girls, some nobody guy who runs a diner but is secretly some kind of important person, explosive action scenes, quiet character scenes, all the good stuff. It even came in two parts, with a new main character, a woman, replacing the man and the younger girl, after I woke up briefly very early in the morning.
In lieu of details of that, here is a dream from a month or so ago:
This dream was in a little classroom, in present times; outside the windows, one could see green mountains, and a town and a bit of mining industry in a deep valley. Students would come in and sit in a circle and talk about books they had read. There were two weird students; they seemed, errrr, mentally handicapped, and one of them physically as well, but it turned out that they were some kind of witches. They were actually technically fine, but they had been warped by the magic they had read in strange books. There were a few adults in the class, and one of them was men interested in this witch business; at first it seemed like he was interested in it purely for academic or journalistic reasons, but when the main character of the dream started seeing "Wicked Words" in her books, even if she couldn't read them, he started encouraging her to talk about them, in such a manner as to suggest he had started the other two girls doing this.
But he was very surprised to find that, she wasn't seeing one or two words at a time, but whole paragraphs. They had a hard time discussing it, because whenever she wrote a Word down, it would quickly fade away, and whenever she tried to discuss a Word, she could tell the meaning in English, but could not say the Word, nor could she translate whole sentences or phrases, and he couldn't see any of the Words in the books anyways. She could only understand a few but, by the end of their discussion, all this talk advanced her knowledge of it. The next time they met to talk, she confessed that she had been seeing a man near her when she read by herself. He was dressed in the same sort of suit as the journalist, and had slightly better looking features, but he was red-tinged and had great horns on his head. The journalist went white at this, but she wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.