Admeth

Alright, tonight was a rather strange assortment of dreams, and I hope I can recall them with some decency.

The first dream I had revolves around something like a jail break. I apparently know these two guys in this sort of
posh prison. It's not so much a prison, as it looked way more like a boarding school than anything. The headmaster
of this institution is blind, and I'm working with this girl to get my two friends out. through some sneaking around, we are
able to notify the two guys that tonight was the night they were going to break out. We ran up to their rooms, told them to rush it and pack, and
then, somehow, we just walked through the front door, albeit rather quickly. When we got outside, it was almost as if the scene came
from an old fairy tale. I smelt pine in the air, the streets were clear of frost but you could still see your breath, and I could hear
the soft movement of water - not too fast, not too slow.

It was at this point the phone woke up and I was broken from this scene, but as soon as I could, I drifted back, focusing on that very spot. When
I got there, I could tell the world around me was fading, so I opened my eyes (in my dream) and spun around. It actually worked in keeping
the dream alive!

There is a bit of a disconnect between how I got from there to this estate, but the next portion of the story takes place there. We talk to who I assume to be the father
and mother of a sister and brother, though I'm not sure if they are the same people in the jailbreak or not. They invite us out to ride their multitude of horses, and
we take a turn around the track that surrounds a lake (again, still on their estate). The son of this couple and I both take black horses, his a stallion and mine a mare, and we take off. There are more people on the track than just us, but they're just sort of there, racing along, being people walking around the lake, things like that. Anyway, we're racing and we round the first corner round the lake. The son, who had passed me on the turn, couldn't keep his hold and fell off his horse. The horse proceeded to run and jump in the water; that was the last time I saw that horse. I was about to keep going and just finish up the lap, but then a little boy falls into the lake. I get off my horse and, along with some other characters, pull him out of the water onto the bank. At this point my own horse disappears and instead turns into a girl (around the same age as the boy we had just pulled from the water). The girl runs to the small pond next to the road, on the other side of the lake, and jumps in. I ask if she wants to continue down the track, and she adamantly refuses. I turn back to look at how long the track really is: maybe a kilometre or two - tops. By the time I turn around to face her, she has vanished.

At this point I notice that no one else around me has horses, and they are merely walking about. I follow suit and take the not so long walk back to the estate. A discussion there ensues about what we ought to do, and the father and mother suggest another race. Instead of the multitude of horses, now I see they have but a few, and the black mare I had ridden previously was no where to be found. I instead got a grey mare, slightly spotted with black around the hooves and snout.

We mount up and ride again, but for some reason we stop; the son and I take our horses, his being a blonde, chestnut mare, mine being the aforementioned, and let them circle the pen on their own. We go back into the house for a little while. The son, whose features and voice I cannot distinguish, was talking to his sister, whose features and voice I can also not distinguish, about the records he held with horses. He was missing the times for a dash of some sorts, and that it needed to be below 20 seconds.

The siblings then start discussing how riding while reading is quite easy and fun, but I realise that it doesn't suit my taste to multi-task in that fashion. The father and the mother say the best part of riding IS riding, so you shouldn't do anything else but that. The father then offers to go with me once more around the track.

We get up and walk towards the pen where my horse and the son's horse are taking small warm up circles. Upon seeing up, they jump over the end and sprint past us. The father said to just go and wait by the pen and the horses will come back and then we can ride them around the lake once more. Upon entering the pen, I realise that I am not alone, but instead I'm with another handful of people.

I see my mare running towards the pen, but she then turns into this blonde woman, decently tall in stature, delicate, but not petite (but she was by no means fat; she was, rather very realistic with a decently slim waist, decent bust, blonde hair that fell to her hips, and clad in a dark green dress that fell to her feet). She was carrying a sort of pouch, and somehow I knew that you needed to be the owner of a certain artefact before you could call her yours. I was not the first to point this out, as one of the people standing in the pen said what she had on her mind: "you're looking for the one with the bottles, aren't you?" She responds with, "Indeed I am. Can you point to me who is my master?" The character she is talking to looks over in my direction and says, "the one in the grey shirt."

It was sadly at this point I woke up. I got out of the dream so quickly, I didn't even realise it was fading around me. I tried to re-enter the dream, but was sadly unsuccessful.

During the first part of the dream, the jail break part, I knew I was in a dream, yet it was more like the story was unfolding and I wasn't in my own body. I was merely a visitor in this scenario. When I left the dream due to the phone ringing, upon re-entry I feel like I really "opened my eyes" to the dream world. The details became clearer, I could hear things, smell things, really have a grasp on the world around me. While I don't remember how I got to the estate, I do remember that the riding was a big deal.
What was really interesting, but something that did seem quite normal in the dream, was that the horses turned into people. From what I gather, the boy that me and some dream characters pulled out onto the bank was actually the son's black mare. Once I got off my horse, she turned into a girl of roughly the same age, who refused to take me along the track, and instead wanted to play with the ducks and such. My second horse turned into a beautiful woman who, thinking back on it, seemed like she was garbed in more Celtic-like gear than anything else.

I'm still not quite sure what my "dream signs" are. I am simply aware that I am dreaming, perform a reality check to confirm, and go back and go along with the story, as I thing it's supposed to happen. There doesn't seem to be a real consistent theme in the dreams I've written down in the Dream Journal. But, from the last one to this one, what is consistent is that I'm with a blonde girl right before my dream fades. Although the one from my last dream and this one were completely different (the last one was petite, bubbly, very playful, whilst this one was not fat, just taller and slightly bigger in stature, and far more calm). Not sure what it all is supposed to mean, but hopefully some recall on future dreams will shape what my dream signs are and maybe show the significance of the girl.