My Boyfriend's Father is an Evil Wizard
Okay, I'll start off by talking about myself. I'm a female college student, in my senior year, not currently in a relationship, with a keen interest in fantasy and rolepalying (DnD in particular) and a favorite hold in Dragonlance. I'm, by disposition and nature, a fairly dark person and regard intellect as a virtue.
I don't remember most of the beginning of the dream. I remember bits and pieces of being in a complex that I believe is the hallways of a university (I don't believe it's my university because the halls are generally not so bright as these). I was walking with people discussing something, but I don't remember what.
There's another gap of what I remember until I am in what appears to be the front yard of the house I live in in my hometown (I did grow up there for the large part, but I still live there between semesters), except that it is larger in proportion, the vegetation is overall better and thicker, and most neighboring structures are either not in sight or replaced with older-style buildings (largely stone or hearty wood; almost middle-aged). The road I believe is either not there or replaced with stone/brick road.
It is twilight, and there is a man by one of the trees. He looks like a mix between Wagnard from Record of Lodoss War and Sarek from Star Trek, and his voice is that of David Warner (in fact, he has a very Ra's al Ghul feel to him). He wears an elaborate wizard robe with a lot of red and I believe some black. In the dream, I understand him to be the father of the guy who I understand that I am dating in the dream, and this guy I am dating is Raistlin Majere, to make things a little stranger. The father is reading a parchment letter and seems troubled, so I ask what's happened. It turns out that his son will not be accepted to this sort of Dark Magician's Brotherhood (an institution that I understand in the dream as prestigious and useful for furthering your career as a dark mage), for two reasons. The first, I've forgotten, but it was a fairly legitimate reason that I believe had to do with Raistlin's disposition or quickly-growing abilities. The other was that Raistlin was being found as attractive by women (an odd disqualification) and they didn't want that somehow affecting their image. The father has been part of this organization for years, being an evil mage himself, and he dislikes the idea of his son being excluded.
In the dream, I feel very high respect for him, and I am quite in love with his son. As he explains the situation to me, we go towards the side/back of the house, by some wooden fence and a wall on a hill, and we've stopped at the herb garden on that hill.
I make myself seem tentative and voice that I might need to leave with this revelation. The father, understandably, seems shocked, and asks if I'm leaving his son because he's lost prestige/opportunity. I say of course not, but explain to him that the second reason might have come partially because of me, since I had voiced in passing how I admired his son in a book I had (apparently) written. This was all actually something of an act (the tentativeness and the suggestion of leaving) on my part, to make sure that the father understood the circumstances but still enjoyed the idea of me being with his son. Which he did, because he quickly reassures me that there's nothing to worry about and more or less explains to me how much he likes me being in the family, more or less, and how well its done for his son. He does hug me, and its a very warm and comfortable family moment, despite that we're a family of evil, cold, calculating warpers of the natural fabric, and we go into the back yard, talking.
I draw a blank between this and the next thing I remember. The next thing, I'm walking into the back yard again, but this time it looks much more like what my yard normally looks like, and I'm with a college friend. This friend is one that I hang out with occasionally, and she insists in real life that I am one of her favorite people despite the fact that I have a cruel disposition. I had been drinking, apparently, and I begin dancing with her like a hornpipe or a jig in the backyard, in fact, we separate into another two people and they also dance. Some more people from college and a few of my high school friends that I still talk to come into the back yard, all intending to dance. One girl has brought a hardwood dresser with her that she intends to dance with. There is music playing, and most of the people that appear are also musicians/have music majors (I am a music major as well).
What really strikes me about the dream is my date and his father. The father seemed very significant to me, perhaps since I respected him, and the first thing I did when I woke up was try to place his voice since it sounded like a very specific voice actor to my head (I stayed up the rest of the night trying to find him, and eventually did). And my date, Raistlin Majere, although I don't remember it, I'm fairly certain there were parts that I was with him in the dream, and I think his brother Caramon was at least understood to exist. But another note on Raistlin as my date: this is the third time I've had a dream where I was dating him. In all of these dreams, this is an important point, but it is not the focus.
Well, that should sure as hell be enough info for you guys. Thoughts?
