'Her words were the vacation of his meaningless'
For the past half a year, I've been having incredibly vivid dreams. Before this, I'd hardly ever dreamed save for nightmares when I was a child, and the occasional zombie apocalypse dream (I walked in on my bro watching The Shining when I was a youngin and the decomposing zombie lady thing fucked me up a bit).
Anyway, last night I had what felt like several dreams, mostly unconnected. But to cut to the chase, I was in a community hall type place, and there were gays and drug users and all sorts of 'scum' in there, but I was cool with it and was talking to them openly.
I sat down on a couch and checked some downloads on a laptop that had suddenly appeared in my hands. There was a girl sitting next to me who said something, so I turned to her and asked her where she was from. She was beautiful in that way that some girls who aren't.. conventionally beautiful are. She had pure white, freckled skin, yet had quite exotic features.
She began speaking incredibly fast, staring straight into my soul with these blue eyes, telling me she was half-something half-something else (could've been half-human, I didn't catch it) and she spoke with an incredible accent, literally a mishmash of all sorts - I thought of french, eastern european and english all at once.
I think she told me her name, or something in some bizarre language I didn't understand, and translated it as 'the boy who sleeps under a troubled well.' This was part of a story she seemed to be telling now, which felt like it involved me even though it was being told in the third person. She was still speaking so quickly I could barely understand the words she was saying. As I stared into her eyes, a bright white light began to glow behind her head, and her gaze grew ever more penetrating, but benevolent and understanding too. She seemed to grow to fill my entire field of vision. The strongest love began to grow in my chest, literally the most intense feeling I've ever had. She finished her story with the line 'Her words were the vacation of his meaningless' or something similar, and she just stared into my eyes for 3 or so seconds, while I felt like I was going to burst, and then said, smiling, 'Now go.'
I woke up that instant. Today I've felt so peaceful and content.
I'm not a religious person and am quite skeptical. Could it just be a figment of my imagination, the gem produced from my unconscious mind, produced to strike at the source of my unhappiness, and to let my mind rest for awhile? Or could it really be an outside influence?