Katherynn

My dream last night was non-lucid and, for most if it, it is a blur.

I was sitting in a chair--like one of those from the Elizabethian Era--reading a book. There is a fire going in the hearth and it's dark outside.

Someone says my name, though it's not my actual name.

I turn around and there's a man. He's familiar to me but I can tell I'm not supposed to trust him.

He says my name again and then there's blackness.

When I surface I'm in a place that I take to be Egypt. I'm holding a knife while several large men surround me.

One tried to grab me and I manage a deep cut in his shoulder.

Then there's more blackness.

I'm floating in the blackness until I wake up.