Xanous' Dream Journal

1) A Game of Skyrim Thrones

I am working as a stunt man but its like I am watching myself doing stunts and seeing how it all goes together in a movie.

Then I am sitting in a crowd and we were all watching me but it was on stage not a screen. The setting is medieval but modern. I am high born and I am sitting with other high born. We are all richly dressed and I holding a crown. It has no jewels but it is immaculate. It is solid gold and embossed with detailed design. It feels heavy.

I am engaged in deadly witty banter with my mortal enemy, Joffrey , but older and not as ugly and not king. I call him Joff.

So we are going back and forth with subtle but harsh insults and threats. He says something insulting and I say, "Yes, much like a man and his betrothed". By the statement I am cutting him with the fact that his betrothed hates him and wishes him dead. (Sansa?) Then I look him in the eye and stare him down unflinchingly. I tell him out right how I long for the day that I look down on his dead bloody body. I can see a vision in my mind of us fighting with swords to the death.

Then he is suddenly expected to do a photo shoot. He and his betrothed are told to do different dances while the photographer takes a picture. I see him glare at me from time to time but he does as told. It was expected of him. I jokingly think to myself that if I have to do this kind of thing at my engagement party I will die. I glance over at my betrothed who is quietly watching the party.

Then I feel a hand on my right shoulder. It is the signal. I know that if I look at the hand on my shoulder I will see a red leathered glove peaking out underneath richly robes. The Dark Brotherhood is calling. Yes, that's it! The Dark Brotherhood. I am one of their assassins. I could kill him but my love could find out and I couldn't have that.

I see a vision of her telling me she can't marry me. Her name never comes to mind but she is a beautiful and kind faced woman.

"Yes, I know my brother was an evil shit that needed to die. But he was my brother and I loved him. I can't love the man that killed my brother!"

No. I could never have that. But I could ask Astrid to do me a favor for her "brother". I know Astrid has a contract for me and is waiting but I need to draw up the plans for my own contract. I quickly start writing. I wake up.