Okay now I have had strange dreams before but last night's dream had to be one of the strangest.
Apparently I'm living in the middle ages, somewhere, and I've been captured by the enemy, whoever they are. Along with me are these two girls. I don't know who they are or what they look like aside from the fact that one was blonde and one was a redhead.
Anyway, the three of us kept trying to escape from our jail cell by breaking through the door but we were unable to. Then I look up and see that the ceiling is just a rusty old gate that is supposed to open down. Well I reach up, grab a part of the bars, then twist upside down with my feet on the gate and start pulling. Eventually it it bends away and creates a small opening. I repeat this a couple times until the opening it large enough for the three of us to fit through. We then start running away along the countryside. But apparently they have become aware of our escape because millions of soldiers are chasing after us. We look around trying to find someplace to run and hide or something, but the only kind of structure around are these old, open ruins that, conveniently, have three weapons on an altar in the middle of them. We each grab a weapon and get ready to fight when these two large guys, apparently the generals or something, get upon us first. We start to fight and one of the guys throws a bunch of throwing knives at me. I try to deflect them but they end up hitting the back of my hand. (This is part of what makes the dream weird because at the moment when those knives punctured my hand, though I was asleep, I felt a tingle on the back my hand eek )
Anyway we manage to defeat those two but the rest keep on coming. We fight and fight and eventually the three of us fall. But then a weird memory pops up of this "godess" type person appearing to the three of us saying something like if any one of us fall in battle we shall be resurrected and have the chance to fight again. So we are brought back to life to the point before we entered the fight and it started all over again. And we kept dying and were resureccted again and again and again, and never did we finish off all of the soldiers. That's the point where I woke up.
I don't know what you all think but that was one strange dream for me.
 Tsukihito · Tue Mar 15, 2005 @ 06:27pm · 1 Comments |
