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    Entry six

    by , 06-14-2021 at 06:12 PM (37 Views)
    Last nights dream was super interesting. I was in an older era, at what seemed to be a Victorian finishing school, and we were meeting possible suitors. It was rather interesting, there were about a dozen girls including myself, and we were dressed in lovely silk dresses, silk slippers, and had our hair done in intricate styles. I recall some of the men wore powdered wigs and long waist coats- one in particular was blue and gold with silver buttons. I also recall one had taken particular interest in me, but I did not find him to be as interesting.

    We were on the grounds of a lavish Estate, with many trees and flowers. There were no other properties nearby, but there was a lake which connected to a small river which ran up the side of the main house. We were allowed to use the rowboats, but only with a suitor. We were watched over by a small amount of staff, strict older ladies who were very good at keeping an eye on us. I thought it was strange that the men were allowed to stay in the main house, but if there was anything untoward going on I didn't notice.

    One major part of the dream was a dance, we were dressed in even finer dresses and stood in a line to see which suitor would choose us. I was picked by the man in the powdered wig and waistcoat. The other girls thought I was lucky but I didn't have any interest in him at all. My dream kind of fast forwards here, as it's now a different night and I'm outside with the rest of the girls. Things seem to have taken a dark turn, as Mr. Powdered Wig is going on a spree of violence. I am hiding in tall grass, and can see 4 or 5 of the girls on a row boat in the river. Since we were never allowed to use one, they were idly floating and didn't know how to use the oars.

    One of the girls runs up, she is heavier set with dark hair. I can see her dress is a lighter color made of silk, and she seems very scared. She starts yelling about..something, and trips over a lump in the grass. Mr. Powdered Wig shows up shortly after, armed with a shovel. I watch (as do all the others) as he raises it and brings it down on her body. Naturally, the girls in the boat scream in terror, and I cannot seem to find my voice. I seem to gain some lucidity here, so I stand up out of my hiding place and start walking towards him. I feel no fear, as I can control the dream if I need to. He turns and stares at me, and I embrace him. He doesn't attack me, which I was expecting. Instead he drops the shovel and I wake up.

    I tried to go back into the dream, but I felt too rested and was not able to.

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    Updated 06-14-2021 at 06:22 PM by 98536

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