I think that a dream I had was about sott, maybe that is just my wishful thinking of "i wish it were about sott". I better tell it. Actually i see dreams extremely rarely (or, better, remember them). In 10 years I had only 3 very strange dreams I remember vividly in minute details, and in all of them I was able to observe myself from some distance, and the next moment, return inside the body, it was like being a cameraman free to choose what scene of dream to film from what position. Dream I think is connected to sott, I had it in the first week of June, just before Esoquest quit forum. Working name is The Unbabel Tower.
The setting was on the beautiful island, it felt like Wales or one of tiny English countryside islands. Island was bright-green from fluffy grass popping everywhere and was side marked by unapproachable rocky cliffs which made natural protection from intruders. First I saw island from the birds eye view, as three of us (2 women and one man) were flying around, flying somehow using only our bodies, to get acquainted with isle surroundings. It felt like we were a squad as all three of us moved really in unison. Then we landed in front of a strange building. It was the only building on that island, made of glass or like transparent material, very high multi-store cylindrical, with egg-shaped roofing. There were no other persons on this little island outside of the Tower. People inside that Tower greeted us. There was an adamant activity going on inside, i had a strong feeling something to be prepared, but not so many people moving inside the building. Actually our "squad" was taken on tour to see the glass tower. Inside each room had two-storied beds to sleep, a long discussion table, lots of PCs, kilometers of wires and cables everywhere. What struck me I didn't see any kitchen, anything associated with food storage and cooking in Tower. And then there were no kids, only adults almost all the same age. Busy, very busy. Every store and every room had the same activity going on: writing, discussing in small and larger groups, somebody visibly tired was sleeping, somebody typing. The next episode I remember our squad of 3 returns extremely tired and exhausted from something like a night shift on watch, we enter a room and land down on the edge of a discussion table, but we are too tired to participate in discussion. My partner in squad is a lovely brown-haired young woman, with curly-curly medium length brownish hair, brown eyes and round face and marvelous pinky cheeks as only girls in English - Welsh countryside would have. Very English, very Jane Eyre. We slept on arms of each other over a tabletop for a little while as it wasn't enough time to go to beds we had to do something urgent and didn't have much time to rest, the next thing I remember when I opened eyes in disbelief - right in front of us there was a couple engaged in sex not paying attention to anybody else discussing something on the other side of the long table. I raised eyes in disbelief to my partner in squad - what these are doing here? She answered: don't worry, they are here by chance, will leave soon. And the very next moment I looked across the table - the couple indeed wasn't there any longer. I remember we were discussing something regarding imminent attack from outside that island, which was coming soon from every direction. Imminence was like perceivable directly in the air (don't know how to explain better that feeling - attack and everything associated with intruders was perceived directly in a strange way, and intruders were not to be seen, but perceived like fast moving energy cloths greenish and brownish in color).
And we all were anxious as the success of our plan of counterattack depended on 3 young men sent in outside world with a mission. They had to return back with an object. I remember we all leaning in front of glass panels to see if they were coming. And finally somebody shouted: "They are coming! God! They are coming!" Everybody in that glass building ran to the side they were coming to greet them and one of them started opening a package he was holding to hand it to somebody ... and here I woke. I don't know what the object was, as it was enveloped. What a shame to wake on the verge of seeing cream of your dream!
Actually I don't remember seeing Laura or Ark but I think one of three men returning from a mission was like Joe. The only person I remember from dream really well is my partner, a woman with round face, curly hair, healthy pinky cheeks and very cheerful appearance. Since then I didn't have any dreams I could remember of. Maybe this one wasn't about sott, I tried to write down everything I saw in that dream anyway.
