After checking out an abandoned local mine, I checked out a yard next to it, and saw a bunch of deactivated, unmarked arcade cabinets. Apparently, someone had set up a video arcade in their home. After perusing the arcade for a bit, I started to watch a video about a man with a horde of fluffy animals, due to dream logic, I wound up meeting him, and eventually I settled into the sofa, where I was swarmed by cats and rabbits. One of the rabbits got grumpy when I stopped stroking him, and kicked off, grumbling and stomping. Eventually, the dream became about travelling to the distant past of the Elder Scrolls universe to correct the timeline into something more "hopeful". The bullet points of the premise were... the King was ambitious, aiming for the whole of tamriel the King had a son eventually, during a hunting accident, the King's son suffered a stroke. the son died, and the King was left in mourning. the King died soon after. Eventually, it turned into an escort mission with me casting spells left and right trying to ward off threats and heal the king and his son.
I've been playing Skyrim a lot lately, so there's no doubt as to why this dream came about! ~~~~~~~~ I'm in the beautiful realm of Skyrim, trekking along the path, happy as can be. Then, suddenly, the great Greybeard Arngeir approaches. I've never seen him out of his home in High Hrothgar, so this is quite the oddity! (Keep in mind I was not lucid in this dream.) Arngeir says he has something important to show me, something he's been waiting to show me for a long time. Confused, but curious, I follow him to the bottom of the mountain, then climb up the thousands of steps to Hrothgar and toward the Throat of the World. Once we get there, I'm expecting to see the Greybeards' monastery, but all there is is a little modest house. Confused, I ask Arngeir what this means. He says this is an illusion, but an important one. He continues on, saying all the Dragonborns have come from a similar place, and eventually had no family to their name. Then he told me about "my" family, where I came from, childhood memories I had forgotten, etc. I ended up crying, then woke up. Then I fell back asleep, thus came the next dream in this journal.
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