Zelkova's Dream Jounral: Part Two

Notes:
*When to bed around 7:30 PM. Woke up around 3:30 AM to write this. My sleep habit is mess the fuck up but that may be the reason for the dreams lately.
*I may have a dream fragment before the two dreams but I not really sure. So category wise no fragment. Also the two dreams may be seen as nightmares but to me if I don't wake up scare then it not a nightmare. The two dreams wasn't even about me.

Dream 1:

There was a girl crying in a haunted looking house. She was in front of two seals (that you may see on the show Supernatural to keep demons/ghosts/angels away) which both broke as soon three ghosts appear.

All three ghosts are stereotypical white ladies wearing white torn dresses (more like nightgowns), they start talking to the woman in the old fashion Ebenezer Scrooge kind of way. The first told her how they died then show a god awful creepy face. It was between of becoming a demon and just melting away. She turn back or she stay that way? I wouldn't know...I don't even know what she said. The next told her how to play their game then show a god awful face. I then went to the next dream without waking up.

Dream 2:

Vikings living in a town where the main character is a big giant stereotypical double edge axe wielding viking with a block shape build to his body. A tournament was being held and he was in it. (False memories) Somehow we skip a scene or two in the story was the next thing I know is that he been attacked and blinded. Both of his eyes have white in them but only the right eye had the eye pupil pure white even though the left have more white on the outer edge. He was blind in the right now.

He was walking injure-like to a different part of town (he was more hurt mentally as he was VERY depress) where a giant Alf:



Yes...I said Alf...Was there. This thing have the body like this:



How the hell do I remember that cartoon? Anyway the first image, he was pretty much more or less sitting like that against a building. He was about the size of the short bus. He have brown fur all over him but part of his face, he seem to just have gotten a shave but shave his face leaving hair to give him a mustache. >.> Odd but clever.

Anyway the Viking and the Alf monster seem to be friends and the naive monster asked "what happen? Something seem different about you" or something like that where then he requested the viking to get closer. The viking then make a comment once they were face to face like "Funny how there is more white on my left eye and yet I can't see out of my right."

Very depressing...Then again it sound like a horribly made cartoon story with a bad ending. I guess you would have to live it to know how depressed the viking was. How would you feel losing one of your eyes knowing you will never get it back?