More O' That Sweet, Science Fiction Flavor
This dream has no definite beginning or end. The earliest image I can access from the dream is a third-person view of me peering out through a window from inside a stone keep. A battle carries on outside.
In eerie narration of the dream, a voice remarks resonatingly off the castle walls about the summary destruction of the goblin hordes who laid seige. At the same time my vision falls on the castle courtyard which separates my window from the battle, and encircles a smoldering mountain of goblinoid corpses.
I wish I had recorded this dream three days ago, because then I'd be able to recount the contents of the narrative about the goblins to you. I remembered the narrative for a few hours upon waking, and planned to transcribe it immediately, but didn't. Or, actually, couldn't.
Anyways, from my window I return my attention to the interior of the room I'm in. It has the opulence of a kings' chamber. The realization dawns on me: It is a kings chamber. It is the sovereign king's bedchamber and adjoined washroom. And I'm in there to fetch something important on the kings behalf.
Dispatched to secure his family heirlooms on my person, I begin overturning array after gaudy array of cushioned trays and velvet-lined drawers. The contents having been spilled onto the washroom countertops, I proceed to pick the objects specified for me to retrieve out from the ensuing jewelry heaps. These I will restore to the kings possession upon reuniting after the seige has ended -- wherever and when we finally reunite. I suppose myself the king's most exceeding loyal retainer and servant, and pursue my instructions with fiery determination.
Meanwhile I'm wary of sounds that occur inside the castle's interior. I hear footsteps and scrapings, almost undetectable against the backdrop of war. I don't actually encounter them, but the dream sends glimpses of my enemy flashing through my subconscious.
My enemies look like wraithlords out of Tolkien's saga: dark, ethereal, foreboding. It's imperative I act & retreat from the chamber quickly, as if at any time the seiging forces might penetrate the castle defenses.
I then prepare to depart the chamber, having collected every item specified in my instructions from the bedchambers. While leaving I spy a niche in the chamber walls. Two black, iron swords are propped up against one corner. One sword on the smallish, the other immense.
The closing scene portrays a starkly determined me, slashing the smaller of the two blades through the air in mock combat making mental vows to gain proficiency and someday graduate to the bigger blade. Just then the king storms into the room and clamors up the nearby stairwell dismayed. He is Tom Wolfe incarnate in my dreams, who is the dad in a family that's very special to me.
Ty
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Either way, after enough of them, you'll be ready for a movie and/or book deal. =)
Never figured you for a dream reader Barbos. Can you tell my fortunes too? =)
Actually, I think my latest crop of dreams really do signify a trial or conflict occuring somewhere in my life right now. As a seasoned self-analyst, something tells me their meaning will gradually become more apparent to me as time marches forward and life unfolds around me.
So be careful what you say to me, I'm a very fragile boy, emotionally, right now and might snap at any moment. =P
Dreams are a crazy thing. My memory will not hold with me long enough to remember most of them. They have been rather dry as I get older. I imagine this signifies the slow death of my imagination. =P
I guess each of us have many facets to our character. Some of yours are just lackluster and worn, while others are scintillating and bright.
...Like your car. =)
Actually, I notice that writing about my old dreams sharpens my ability to remember the new ones.
Maybe you would have some use for a Squarespace ; )
At this point, the analogy could be led into many different directions. I will let you choose the direction you feel applies to you. You should get the idea already. =)
Back to the car. I spent about 4 hours cleaning it last weekend, and it is once again shiny and 'purdy'. ^^