Very strange dream

[helen99]

I am in my mom's room at my parents' house. Only it's my room. Suddenly I hear outside, some wild singing, sort of like wild elves in the woods. I peek out the window and see a Company dressed in white (or shining brightly in the darkness). Only "across the street" is my street, not my mom's, and the creek is over there. Then I begin to see details of the company, and they're not elves, as I had supposed, but some sort of family picnic christian impromptu gathering of some sort, only they're singing like wild elves in the woods. They're making a lot of noise, and it's late, so presently the cops come (I can hear sirens in the distance). The "christians" or whatever they were, quickly pack up their picnic baskets and kids, say "let's high-tail it outa here", and vanish into their cars and drive off before the cops get there.

I speculated on what they were after I woke up. I hoped they weren't bean sidhe (their wild singing reminded me of that). They weren't elves, though I thought they were at first. Maybe they were Rosicrucians (my mom was interested in them in her youth). Nah. They were too ... prosaic. Picnic baskets, kids and all. Maybe they were baptists. A flash mob of baptists. That must be it.

But that singing... it was very eerie...

Comments

[silenti77.livejournal.com]

That strongly reminds me of the Irish fae stories in my "Irish Folk Tales" book, specifically the story "Feetwater".

Elves, no. Fae (Fair Folk, 'small folk') of some sort, yes...

[helen99.livejournal.com]

They weren't small - they were people-sized. Methinks the astral is getting a wee bit cluttered, and the fae are conforming to the shape of their container. This is so not good.

[silenti77.livejournal.com]

I think 'little people' became a generic term because brownies and such were small...most fair folk were people-sized, as far as I can tell from the stories.

Then again, the only kids-and-picnic-baskets sort of thing in the stories generally referred to trolls or hobgoblins that were cheerfully eating human flesh, so a flash mob of wild Baptists might be preferable...

[helen99.livejournal.com]

I don't exactly know what they were, but they were connected to my mom in some way, and they were otherworldly. She just turned 86, so this makes me nervous.