Raivess

Always a fun thing, to be attacked (even in your dreams) in your bedroom. I was kneeling, for some reason, on my bed towards my dresser. It's not unlikely, I have a habit of doing that if I'm looking for something there or setting my phone/other gadgets to charge.

Someone came from behind, totally silently, and injected me in the neck. When I turned, there was no one there. My boyfriend came in soon after and I told him (though I don't know how my dreamself knew) that I'd been dosed with heroin.

Now, not knowing what heroin actually does to a person, my mind got creative and decided it would make time do strange things. One moment, I was in the bedroom still, talking to my partner. The next, I was in a shopping centre. I'd completely lost the time where I was travelling, but in my dream I knew that there should have been time. Then, as I was walking, everything started moving really quickly, leaving me standing still in a stream of relentless and rapidly moving people.

I slipped into a charity shop to be out of the flow and, without knowing what I was doing, started looking through the wares. They had second-hand mobile phones, and I looked at one that had an old style RPG game. I played it a little, but it seemed familiar. I finally figured out that my boyfriend had the same game (he doesn't, but... in the dream.).

When I woke, I felt a very strong urge to check with my partner to make sure he had that game, even though I knew he didn't.

Now, this one is totally my fault. If I will play games about defeating Elder Dragons, then I will end up dreaming about being chased by them!

Of course, I don't know why this dragon had the face and voice of Prince Arthur from Merlin since I haven't watched it in ages.

In any case!

I was at my parents' house, downstairs in the living room. I was with someone; I knew them in my dream, but I can't picture them now I'm awake. I don't think they're anyone I really know. But the important thing was that there was a dragon in the basement. (They don't have a basement, but that's fine!) This dragon was mean, large and it didn't like me much. It took great delight in telling me so, growling loudly as it fought to escape its basement prison. We knew it wasn't going to take much longer for it to break out, so we decided that evacuating the house and escaping was an excellent idea. While he (I'm sure the person I was with was a he, though I couldn't tell you why) got all the doors open and made sure the escape route was clear, I ran upstairs to the bus we had there (don't know WHY we had a bus upstairs!) to evacuate the Asurans hiding there. (If you don't know what an Asuran is, it's one of the five main races in a game called Guild Wars 2. They're short, clever little fellows with big ears and eyes.) There were two of them, one at the front of the bus and the other hiding on the back seat. We ran down the stairs and out of the house, feeling the ground shaking with the dragon's efforts.

My parents' house is in a smallish village surrounded by mountains. One of the main ways out of the village is up the road, around and over one of these mountains. It was this way that we ran, thinking that we could slip off the road and find cover. It was night and, as we ran, shadows helped us when the dragon finally burst out of the now shattered remains of my parents' house! We scrambled from the road and found a deep lake beneath us. Out of options, we jumped into the water and hid among the reeds and plantlife.

I get the feeling that we were there for a long time; days maybe. I don't remember anything the dragon said now, but it was sadistic and enjoyed the chase. He liked playing the waiting game, perfectly content to wait for us to come out or make some mistake that would lead us to him. While we hid, he toyed with us, talking and mocking, taunting and making his own presence known. It felt as though he was saying 'I don't need to lie in wait or try to catch you by sneaking. Here I am. You're mine.'

I was hiding against a wall, with no clear idea of where the others were, sliding along it with ivy or some kind of water-loving hanging plant concealing me.

I woke abruptly and, uncharacteristically, I was really nervous afterwards. Normally, exciting and adventurous dreams leave me really happy - like I took part in something fun! This time though, I crept through my house to the bathroom and it wasn't until ten/fifteen minutes later that I started to think in my usual way. I felt like the dragon was about to come for me in reality.

Now, I really have to start noting my Dad as a reality check. Dead folks don't tend to appear in reality, so... Well, yeah...

We were in my parents' living room, as it used to be when my Dad was alive and healthy. (Come to think of it, it's probably the way it was when I was younger - the dresser was against the wall it used to be when I was a kid.)

Dad had bought a model set of a circus train, with the name of the circus brightly painted across the sides, and with open carriages for the animals. These models were incredibly detailed, but the carriages looked more like the carts you get at a fairground (like a waltzer) - Round, with a dip in one side that acts as the door (though how the elephant was supposed to get out of it, I couldn't tell you!) He was showing me the animals and how, if you turned them a different way, they sat in different poses.

I had three mixed dreams. The first was set in a very Merlin type world. A king, possible Utha (spelled right?), had forbidden paper in case it was used to plot against him.

The second, I was in an audition. We each had to sing a song, but I'd never heard it before. Everyone else seemed fine, but I was totally lost! I picked it up as I went along though. (When I woke up, I was actually able to hum the tune for a while. Interestingly, as far as I could think at the time, it wasn't any song I knew. Composing in my sleep??)

The third was a little longer. I was on a bus as a passenger, and the road we were trying to go along was closed because of these massive gas cylinders that were, for some reason, in the middle of the road. The bus driver ignored the signs and managed (barely) to scrape through.
He was told off by a police officier. Instead of sending him back the way he'd come, he was sent a different way. This driver was very impatient and rude, and drove through a small market place, nearly knocking over fruit stalls that lined the road.
He asked for directions from a fellow who seemed determined to be vague and unhelpful - he kept talking about going through warehouses and all sorts! The driver told me that he was tempted to sneak out the way we'd come in and hope the police guy didn't see.
For some reason, I got off the bus. Immediately, a storm kicked up around us and lightning struck nearby. I told the driver 'I think that's a sign that we shouldn't go back. I think.' More strikes followed, which ended in me being struck. The last thing I remember was lying on the floor with cartoon style crackling running across my body.

I dreamed of my father. This is one of those dreams where you know - positively know - that there was a lot to it, but can only remember one stupid little detail. I remember dreaming of my dad. He was with me and my mom, and he was tired. We were at the top of a set of stairs, and he lay down right there, on the landing at the top, and went to sleep.

I think I dreamed of him because I wish I could talk to him. Whenever I was in trouble, or if I needed advice on something, dad was always the one I turned to. Lately, things at work have been tough, and his advice would have been of great use and a great comfort to me.

My partner pointed something else out to me. He said that perhaps I dreamed about him sleeping at the top of the stairs because, for the last few years of his life, he didn't sleep upstairs in his bed. He wasn't very well; he couldn't breathe very easily, and going upstairs made him too breathless and lying down was worse. So he slept downstairs in his chair, or at the kitchen table.