J.D.

16.02.2010

Guarding the Pope (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was the main guard of an entourage protecting the pope in the middle ages. We were on some sort of cross-country trip through dangerous lands. The pope himself was in an armoured horse-drawn carriage. It was black and covered in metal plating. The land we were passing through was like something from an old movie. The sand of the desert and the sky were both an odd shade of purple due to the strange lighting effects. The entourage was about to enter a passageway through a mountain when I heard a commotion up ahead. I looked into the opening in the rock and saw an army of thousands charging towards us on horseback, most of them carrying blazing torches.



The very sight of the army turned me lucid and I thought about trying to stop them. It seemed like an ambitious challenge. As they bore down upon me, the first thought that came to mind was Attila the Hun. This was always how I imagined his army. I held out my palm and tried to freeze them all solid, but nothing happened. I really tried to force something to happen, but I didn't expect the outcome. The mountain in front of us flipped over. The entire area turned as if on a hinge and in a few seconds the mountain became a flat expanse of land, and the army was gone.