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A historic dream? A weird meet cute?


I dreamt that I just woke up when my mother told me we had moved to a new house and asked me if I liked it.
It was very old looking, something from the 1500s I think and soon I noticed that my clothes was even from that time. Right outside was a harbor with large ships also from that time, bascially everything was old, okay? So I was just stepping outside to enjoy some nice fresh air in the new town that I hadn't seen. People were walking on the streets and some even went with horse carriage, since I was so busy looking at everything. I got kind of... lost. It was lovely but I wanted to get home before it got dark so I kept walking meanwhile the sun started to set. As my worried grew and I became tired, I didn't pay much attention to my surrondings and suddenly bumped into a man.

He looked like he wasn't much older then me, with dark brown curly hair and very fancy clothing. Obviously a noble.
The man asked me if I was alright and when I answered, with a kind of nasty tone that I was, he became some sort of annoying.
When we walked into each other he lost his shoe and therefor he kept whining about me handing it over to him. Or well he suggested me putting it on his foot for him, like Cinderella.
I pushed him aside and told him that I would never do it. When I looked up I noticed our house just a few meters away and hurried my way over there.
In the distance I could hear him scream out a question about my name but I never answered.

The setting was old historical, renaissance I think. There were many people in the room, but I couldn't see all of them for whatever reason. I just knew there were people behind me, but I couldn't see them.

My family in the dream was seated at one end of this huge table. My brother and I sat next to each other on one side and our mother and father on the other. We were at the castle because our parents had begged a word with the prince. The prince sat in a throne against the wall closest the head of our table, where we were. His people stood on both sides of him and near the exits of the room. I got the sense that the people behind me were his too.

Father began speaking to him of a child that was his in our family, my brother to be exact. He said he would no longer raise the child as his own because it wasn't. The prince should take him.

The prince declined saying what good is the son of a common woman. Did my mother think she was the only common woman to bear him children? There were many children in this kingdom from the prince's loins, but he would not lay claim to any. All women should thank him for blessing them with his seed.

Mom shrieked at him. Begged him to take my brother and give him work or teach him something. The prince wasn't having it. He ordered for us to be killed.

We ran, all of us. My parents pushed away my brother saying no, he's not coming, let him to die. That's the way they said it, let him to die. I grabbed hold of my brother's hand and looked him in the eye. I said, "You're still my brother. You will always be my brother. I don't care whose son you are."

Together we ran, nearly tripping over things our parents had thrown down behind them.

1. Dream about a Renaissance-era castle of sexual perversions. Each day was a new kind, or we found something new, and we as prefects went to tell the program director that something wasn't right. It was supposed to be a school or program or something, where normal, non-perverted behaviors were modeled, and we felt we ought to tell her. We never got a chance, because the dream ended as we were waiting. I was horrified, surprised, intrigued and enthralled all at once, and I am not sure I wanted it to end.

2. Dream about various male friends/past lovers. I kept moving from one bed to another, or I would stay in the same bed but my bed-mate would switch. I was confused, and I wanted my friends to be more than friends, but something was always not quite right, or someone was unsure, or confused, or embarrassed. I wanted them to stay, or I wanted to stay, but they or I always left.

Ah, horrible recall last few days finally broken.

1. My friend P.M. is renting a camper from a couple of Russian guys. He drives me to it, but when we arrive it's really a dump. He brushes it off and says he has something more important to show me. He's apparently invented a time machine! The dream transitions to a futuristic room, containing a machine with five chambers. In one chamber, a man in Renaissance garb is sent to his native time. In another, an alien that looks like a dolphin is sent into the future. Yet another chamber contains a single banana, which is sent somewhere unknown. I crack a smile at that absurdity. Finally, two quarreling lovers are sent somewhere. I false awaken and start to dream journal about it, then actually awaken (big failed RC, and screw you subconscious).

2. I'm a journalist, currently skulking around an abandoned African city. I go through the corridors and stairways of a dark factory, looking for the focus stone of a changeling child.

I'm in a big renaissance mansion in some countryside. I am hosting a party with my boyfriend? husband? ... donno what he is but his name is Robert. He seems pissed at me about something, he's flitting around mingling with guests, trying to avoid me. There is a haunted room in the house.

My friend Marianne has also come, and brought a man with her, whom I don't know. Everyone's kind of drunk. I am going from person to person trying to make sure everyone is taken care of and having fun, trying to explain to people about the haunted room and why they should avoid it.

There is some sort of kerfuffle and Marianne is upset with me, which I find really hard to take. I am trying to appease her, try to explain myself and the misunderstanding to her. There is an implication of something that I've done is inappropriate.

There is a weird fashion show going on.

I'm at a table at work, making a sign for the employees, something about encouragement. Char, one of my co-workers is annoying me, but I never remember why. I'm trying to find space on this poster board for what my manager, Brian wants. I think I ask Arayna, the day baker, if making a checklist for the employee's achievements is okay to conserve space.

Then it's Halloween and I'm putting on makeup. I don't remember the details, but my mom is there and we are in my old kitchen in the trailer I grew up in. I'm dressed in white, but the costume details are fuzzy. I'm waiting for my friend, Mark to come. I think he'll be impressed by my makeup job. I grab my orange pumpkin pail and head out.

Cut to a woman's house. It's down a dirt road, in the country. I remember white siding and a screened porch. I'm still dressed for Halloween and I think Mark is still with me. The woman gives me these old books instead of candy. They look like picture books from the 50's. I look over to her pile and see two art books on dragons. I ask if I can have one. She gives me one, but then I know the other has more techniques on "how" to draw the pictures inside. Mine just has the pictures. I ask for the other, but she refuses, says it's not for sale. She'll let me look though. This isn't enough and I wonder if I should steal it. The art inside is by Luis Royo, a Spanish (and my favorite) artist. I do remember some of the pictures, most of them had females, blond hair. (There's that blond hair again).

Then Mark is gone, and I'm inside this old mansion. I think I'm babysitting this boy, dark haired and around 12 years old. His mother is sleeping. Another fragment invades this dream and I'm unsure if it's context or where it truly fits. I'm outside in a red snowsuit, covered from head to toe, sitting in the snow. I'm warm and I'm burying myself inside the snow drift. it's sunny outside and I'm right outside my parent's window at their house.

Back to the babysitting, the boy runs away and I have to find him. Joey (friend from work) is there and opens one of those books the Halloween lady gave me. It's newer this time, looks like a travel book. He says the boy might have went to a place inside the book. I have to hurry before the mother wakes and realizes her son is gone. I go outside, cobblestone road under my feet, and there's all these alleys I pass, "hallways" from inside the house. Their walls were wooden, but the floor was the road. One at the end had a cabinet filled with glass tubes and bottles, like a lab. Others had storage cubbies and doors. I see a woman poking around, she has reddish hair and dressed in eighteenth century garb. I wonder what she's up to, but don't investigate at this time.

I go outside and into a marketplace. It's something out of the renaissance, but with goth people dressed in black instead of the renaissance clothing. I look down and realize, I'm dressed in a black dress myself, out of the eighteenth century, but my feet have gray socks, no shoes. I seemed unconcerned, even proud of this for some reason as I walk down the road.

I wander around and forget about the boy. Jewelry stands are everywhere, glittering with every type of jewelry I love. I reach for my purse, but have none. I wonder where Jenny and Adam are, my best friend and her husband. I know they are there, somewhere. I go back to get some money from the mansion, and realize the woman poking around earlier has my money. I see her dart between the hall/alleys and chase her down. I push her around a little, angry and she doesn't fight back. Hugh Jackman, dressed in the same style clothing I have gives me a sickle and says "You know what to do." I ask should I cut the woman's head off, and he laughs, says the sickle isn't sharp enough. So I angle it and slit her throat. She doesn't struggle the entire time, and I feel nothing when I do this.

Once dead, Hugh searches her body and gives me three pouches, one maroon, and two dark green. There's money inside, but I'm not sure how much. I know she robbed the mother while she slept, and apparently someone else besides me. I keep all three purses.

Interpretation:

The last dream was one I had right before waking, therefore, all the details were still quite vivid. No lucid. Which is, again, annoying, but I'm starting to notice a few themes I haven't before. The blonds are now looking dubious to me. Why the hell am I dreaming about blonds? Every night so far has had blond females. The art books are kinda self-explanatory as I wish to get back into drawing again, but I'm not sure of my skill level. Halloween is my favorite holiday...and Mark in RL is a makeup artist, among other things so yes, I would be interested to see what he thought of my makeup. Snow and the snowsuit...have no clue. A memory invading? I never owned a red snowsuit though. The jewelry and the whole renaissance bit is also simple. I love those type of necklaces and Ren fest is coming up this month. I'm afraid I won't have the money to buy anything. Not sure on my clothing or lack of shoes. Not sure about the boy and the sleeping mother, or what was going on with killing the thief. As for the work part of the first dream, not sure either. Maybe because things have been tense with the managers and district manager lately.

1. My research station colleagues are heading to a lecture on the different layers of the sun, but I am too busy to go. I need the information for a future test, so I manage to get a handout with lecture notes on it (failed RC). I work for a good bit and get tired, so I take a break. I get on my computer and go to YouTube, where I start to watch videos from Renaissance festivals.

I find a video from the start of the Ohio Renfest, taken from the Queen's box for a panoramic viewpoint. An old man delivers a witty poem about mortality and time, then the crowd separates into four factions grouped by color. At the man's signal, they begin a massive LARP battle, and after the dust clears the blue team is victorious. The old man then continues his poem, ending with the line "Watch out for that grandfather clock!" He then roleplays his own death very convincingly.

Somewhere in all of this, my viewpoint has transferred into 1st person on the grounds of the Renfest. As I walk away from the old man, I run into MB. She's dressed in blue, but her face is very red and I can see she has been crying. She greets me sadly but without any great surprise, even though I haven't seen her in many months. I ask why she's crying, and she says "We were supposed to meet at 6:30. It's 7:30." She then walks away, saying she isn't OK.

2. I'm in an alternate-universe Chicago university, where my band is preparing itself for a benefit concert. It's something to promote world peace, as in this universe the Cold War is still boiling. The concert doesn't help, and soon the Cold War erupts. My band escapes from the city as radio reports tell of millions dying.