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This dream was a reward bestowed upon me from my subconscious for having a really rough night sleep. I experienced a little REM atonia that I was unable to transition into a lucid dream from. Then I couldn't get back to sleep for ages. Then this lovely non lucid dream happened:
I'm recounting this dream initially as narrator, because for most of the dream I was merely third person observer, and entirely unaware of my existence. It started out with a king whose name I don't know, his queen named Elizabeth, the Kings mother, and a small but suspicious looking staff. The king was not a bad man per say, but he wanted the best for Elizabeth. He wanted a big castle lots of gold and servants. But he was not a rich king, so the way he made his riches was by going from kingdom to kingdom and swindling the current king out of his castle and staff and gold. The way he would do this was by betting the king that his mother could make a handful of marbles disappear under some cups. It's not really understood for sure from my perspective if his mother actually had any magic powers or if she was just a really good con artist too, but every time the poor king made this bet, the richer King would lose and the former king and his queen Elizabeth and his staff would inherit the castle.
The dream really started to get rolling when the poor king inherited a beautiful castle on top of a Mountain with a very steep cliff. The poor King liked the richer King so much that he allowed them to remain on staff in the castle without having to leave or be banished. Now I say that the poor King was not a bad King or inherently evil in anyway, but he was rather greedy. It seems like enough gold was never enough for his queen. sometime went by while they were at their new castle, when the king started to get worried that he wouldn't have enough gold. So he turns to his original staff of servants, who has now been promoted to nobleman and councilman to the king, for ideas on how to acquire more gold and riches.
The creepy staff started to show their true colors on this one. They met in a conference room in the castle, and this is kind of important: there were seven staff members. This will come up again later. They told the king to tax the peasants nearly to death, and give them the opportunity to make the money back by participating in brutal gladiator style sports. The nobleman would pay gold to watch the sports. Then the peasants would pretty much all die from these bloodsports. So basically the king only made money and lost none with this idea. The queen was in the room during this discussion, and begged the king not to do this. But the king had changed somehow, from fear of losing money and losing her and brain washing from this evil staff, he wouldn't listen to her. She pulled on his arm and begged him to look at her and change his mind, when he yanked his arm out of her grasp, reared back and smacked her in the face.
The queen asked what her punishment would be for standing up to his Royal highness. His face looked evil now, as he said that her punishment would be to be beaten in the dungeons and then banished where she would probably just get killed by the peasants. So she backed away from him towards the door to the balcony if the conference room and begged him for one last drink of wine with him from their marital chalices. He had an expression on his face like it was a stupid idea, but he turned to fetch the chalices anyway. The moment he did this, the queen jumped from the balcony to her death. The king screamed her name and rused to the balcony.
This is where the dream took a really odd turn for me specifically. I was suddenly not so much observing the story as I was a little bit a part of it now. No one could see me but I was able to walk to the balcony and stand right next to the king where we both looked down. You couldn't even see all the way to the bottom. All I could see was a final wisp of the Queens red silk dress as it disappeared beneath the fog. I never even heard the sound of her hitting the ground. At that moment I flipped over to the other side of the balcony and hung onto the edge so that I could face the king, willing him to see me. I said "your majesty, we have to do something. Your queen's dead body is on the ground and someone is going to see it." The expression on his face looked as if he could hear me a little bit, but couldn't see me. I repeated myself louder, and suddenly his wide grief-stricken eyes were directly upon me. I told him that I would go get the body before somebody saw her, and I told him that I would be his new counsel from now on because I believed that his current seven members were evil trolls in disguise as humans. He simply nodded and turned around and left.
So I let go of the balcony, and floated slowly down to the ground. I remember thinking to myself that I must be some kind of fairy lol. I couldn't see the queen at first so I kept walking down the gutters that were all along the base of the cliff. I finally saw the wind fluttering through some red material. It was the queen's dress, but it wasn't the wind moving the fabric, she was moving. I rushed up to her and I noticed that she was very much alive. I was worried that she was in a lot of pain and probably dying from such a fall, but she sat up and looked at me. I asked her if she could walk, and she stood up but stumbled a little. So I decided to carry her back into the castle and hide her to keep her safe until I managed some kind of plan .
Of course there was an elevator in the castle. My silly ass subconscious. I got on to the elevator still holding the injured queen, when I noticed there was a staff member operating the elevator. Not one of the original seven, but one of the original staff of this castle before the poor king inherited it. I asked for the six floor, because I knew there was a library on that floor. For some reason that seemed important at the time. The queen suddenly looked up at the elevator operator and recognized him as a troll in human disguise. I asked if he was going to turn us in. He said he would not. Not all the trolls in the castle were evil, and he hinted that he knew I knew which ones were.
The only way the queen could have survived that fall, as well as being able to recognize disguised trolls, was if she were also magic in some way. I wasn't sure if she was a fairy or troll or what, but I took her to the library on the 6th floor and was able to turn her into a wisp of smoke and hide her in one of the books. A red book. There she remained for the next 6 years, healing and gathering strength, while the king and his 7 continued with the plan to extort gold from, as well as the lives of the peasants.
It didn't feel like 6 years, it was just referenced by someone, I forget. But I did watch some of those 'games.' They were awful: partially dismembered peasants limping and crawling through a muddy coliseum, trying not to get mauled by wild animals or trampled by gladiators on horse drawn carriages. There was lots of blood and mud and screams. I decided it was time to finally end this madness.
I went to the library and grabbed the book with the queen. I also grabbed 7 green books, and kept them all concealed. I spoke to the queen in the book, telling her it was time to confront the king again, and that I would take care of the 7. She expressed concern that it was one thing for a king's ego to sustain the truth about being wrong in the moment about a single wrongdoing, but it was another for the same ego to withstand the force of realizing he had been wrong for 6 years. I told her this had to be done regardless. Besides, seeing that his beloved Elizabeth had survived might soften the blow.
I went to the conference room to speak with the king, but of course the 7 were with him. I asked for privacy but they wouldn't budge. So I turned them into wisps of smoke and hurtled each one into a green book, while keeping the book of the queen still hidden. I told the king to listen to me and keep an open mind about this. I pulled out the queen's book, a red silk book similar to her dress fabric, and opened it, facing the pages toward the king. She poured out of the book into a pool of silvery smoke, and barely took on a corporeal form. He tried to embrace her but couldn't. She told him to listen to her, as tears streamed from his eyes. He said, "Elizabeth" so sweetly, and she just began to take on her human form once again, and them I woke up.
I'm pretty sure everything turned out OK.
Nonlucid.
I don't recall how the dream began, only how I was leaving a store of some kind. The store's security guard, a sweet looking old man, was standing outside. I walked past him toward my car then heard a ruckus behind me. I looked back at the guard and noticed a 10-12 year old kid was kinda messing with him. "Lemme see your handcuffs!!" The old man obliged, and then the kid handcuffed the guard to a newspaper dispenser and took his keys. He ran to a car where 2 women, who were clearly his mom and a friend, sat in the front 2 seats chitchatting and paying attention to nothing going on. I ran after the kid and said "Give me back those keys you bitch." The 2 women stopped talking and stared at me. The kid, clearly feeling busted, gave me the keys. I looked at the kid and yelled "Fuck you kid," then looked at the 2 women and yelled, "Fuck y'all too!"
Bitches.
I went to the guard and freed him, and he said to me, "Well you didn't handle that very well. You shouldn't have cussed at them."
Bitch.
Later on I had a dinner party and those 2 women showed up. They said they felt uncomfortable about me saying "fuck you" to them earlier, and left, and took all the other guests with them.
Bitches.
Non lucid, but super fun rpg-ish kinda thing! I'm a little foggy on the order of events, as dreams tend to have that non-linear thing going for them anyway. I'll try my best to make it make sense for us all. There's going to be a Part I and a Part II. The two parts are only slightly related, but can stand separately, in case you want to read one or the other but not both.
PART I - The Cube, the Sphere, and the Triangle
I have no memory of my sister's name, or mine. Just her boyfriend, Charlie. They met at a Ramen Noodle house and fell in love and started dating. Charlie was a scientist, and he was working on inventing something that was pretty controversial. Meaning everyone either believed he couldn't do it, or that he shouldn't do it. My sister unfortunately, was occasionally on the "shouldn't" do it team. Not because she really felt that, but because she was bipolar bat shit crazy. Half the time she was my sweet, smart, pretty, blonde older sister who I looked up to. But then she'd randomly spaz out and get these fits of paranoid delusions and try to start attacking people. Charlie and I started to get a little closer about the time my sister started trying to attack him with syringes.
Why my sister went cray cray: I don't recall my past, but I believe I was raised by our parents. In England. Because I had an English accent in the dream (don't laugh) but hers was American. She was kidnapped as a child by a freaky American woman who claimed to be her Aunt Ruth (<< I remember it was a name that started with R). Sweet Aunty Ruth told my sister that she (my sister) was brain damaged. She wasn't really, but she grew up believing it. I don't know how or when we were reunited, but the damage had been done. Most of the time she was normal, but you never knew when she'd have one of these fits, or what would trigger it.
Charlie was almost done with this project, that was basically a tiny but powerful apparatus. It reminded me of that thing Doctor Oct was trying to make in Spiderman. But instead of this thing having the same power as a small star, it had the capability of producing massive quantities of water. Oh yeah, there was a water shortage on earth. Charlie set it up in a park, hoping to help keep all the plants and animals there alive, and then see how green things could get from it. It's hard to describe, but he set this little shiny metal box inside a giant clear sphere. The sphere was full of teeny holes. When the box was clicked to "ON" I guess haha, it just exploded with water. Once the sphere filled with water, the force of it shot out through all the tiny holes in very fine sprays. And there was some electricity involved because I remember he turned it on at night, and the water reflected all these different colored lights. It was AWESOME I wish I could draw it. It looked like a very fancy water fountain installation, except the water came from itself.
My sister had tried to stop him at the apartment we 3 lived in earlier that day. She attacked him with syringes and he fought her off. She ran off and we hadn't seen her since. So I went with him to the water installation site because I believed in it, and him ofc (yeah you know where this is going). The sphere put out sooo much water, that it began to form a small creek that was moving downward through the park. I grabbed Charlie's hand and pulled him into a run, so I could find where the water was headed. It was already connecting to the town river, which had been dried up for ages. He said it was better than he had planned, and I felt proud In retrospect, I sure hope the cube had an "OFF" switch
Later on Charlie and I were back in the apartment, waiting for my sister. We talked about her past and stuff, and he seemed to have an unspoken forfeiting despair about her. Or was that just wishful thinking. Hey it's MY dream We stayed up a while, and I remember him trying to do some experiments on the drugs in the syringes she was attacking him with. Turns out they were tranquilizers. Where on earth did she get those? Anyway, we both laid down on opposite sides of the same bed. I think it was my bed, yeah it was, because my phone and charger were on my bedside. We both fell asleep, but my phone went off at 5am, and I swear that this was a glitch alarm. It went off and Siri said "It is 5am, and you need a massage." "Charlie, I swear that this is a glitch on my phone, I didn't make it do that." He just laughed and started rubbing my back anyway. A moment of silence please while I recall the massage ............
It was not the kind of massage that you give to your girlfriend's little sister, I don't care HOW crazy she is. But I was the one who supported him and believed in his work, and you were the one attacking him with needles then running off.. [shrugs]. Neither of us said a word, he just kept rubbing my shoulders and back, while we laid on our sides, and I kinda kept scooting closer, and so did he, until we were practically spooning. Then he stopped, and took one of my hands and just held it over the covers. BUT he held it over the part of the covers where is tra-la-laaa was. And I could tell that the massage had an effect on him too, and he was making me painfully aware of it. Many times. I rolled over and laid on his chest, and wound my fingers around the elastic band of his boxers, but went no further than that. His heart was pounding in my ears. It was too much, I felt guilty. So I got up and so did he, and we sat at the breakfast table playing with blocks, waiting for my sister still. I got sleepy after a while and decided to go back to bed. I kissed him on the back of his neck and that was the last time I saw him. Because after I went to the bathroom (didn't go back to bed), and put on this amazing costume and did my hair and makeup, I went back to the kitchen and he was gone.
Part II starts out as me looking for Charlie, but ends up being something quite different.
Part II - I'm an Ancient Wizard on a Mission
Charlie was gone, which was too damn bad because I looked crunk! I was wearing a dress that looked like something Arwen would have worn. Lots of dark maroon crushed velvet and black lacey stuff. My hair was down, dark red and all the way down my back. I looked like some kind of ancient sorceress. No idea why I did this, but I believed I WAS an ancient sorceress too. I guess crazy runs in the family. I left the apartment and was now in a huge fancy hotel. I felt like a wizard in the wrong time. I was confused by elevators and phones. But I managed to find my way to the lowest level bar, which was decorated to look like something from the dark ages. It was as if the hotel was holding a convention for LOTR, because folks were dressed that way there as well. Ahhh! My kind of people. Maybe they know where Charlie went. I walked around the bar, and people looked at me with mixed fear and interest. I got a few wolf whistles and ended up shoving an approaching man away from me with magic. No Charlie here..
There was a section of the bar roped off for VIPs, but at the time, I didn't know what VIP meant. I just knew that there was more bar to search for Charlie. It just had one guard, so what. "Ma'am this section is restricted for.."
"I LIVE HERE!!!!!" I opened the door furiously with more magic, and he let me by. There weren't many folks in this bar, and none of them were Charlie. I asked a waitress if she had seen him, and she said she hadn't, but if I would like she could contact me. All she needed was my cell number or an email (wtf is a cell phone or an email?) "Not necessary, I will be back." (Cue Terminator Theme) I walked around a bit more and one guy had a pet wolf. The wolf ran up to me growling, but before it could attack, I tamed him with a thought. Then he wouldn't leave my side until I decided to go. I gave some verbal command in a made up language, and he ran back to his master. As I tried to leave, my foot got caught in a phone cord. "Damn you 21st century!!!" I hissed. I tried to hang it back up the way it was, but you could still hear the dial tone. I just looked at the waitress and said, "It appears to be broken." And then I left. Had some trouble with the elevators then woke up.
Charlie was played by none other than the very handsome Paul Greene:
Ahhhhh.... thank you subC.
I dream these alot with my current or past pets.
As with any dream, something might morph into something else. So what started out as Snuggles the Siamese, turned into Ziggy at some point. But that's not the point.
Sofie was grooming Snuggles/Ziggy, behind a couch. And where she licked him, which was on one side of his ribcage, the hair was gone, and the skin was like cooked salmon. I freaked out and tried to tend to the area, but chunks of fishy skin would flake off. I kept telling myself that new healthy skin would grow underneath and replace it. He didn't seem to be in pain. Fortunately as I was examining the flakey skin, he turned over so that the affected area was against the floor. I just didn't want Sofie to lick it anymore.
I love how no where in the dream did I consider a vet or sequestering one cat from the other. I was glad to wake up from it though. Yuckypoo.
More missed dream signs.
Non lucid nap. It was super snowy outside, and I played in it. Slid down and around it. Even messed up the virgin snow as much as I could, like I always do in real life.
Later I was in high schoolband/orchestra. I volunteered to play 3rd chair behind Stephen: the talented horn player who could never get out of the 3rd band rut because they needed a good horn player in the 3rd band. Politics. At any rate, I was happy to play 3rd chair behind his 1st chair. And I think my subC mixed him up a bit with the horn-playing Stephen that I dated in college.