|An involved, emotional, and obviously very significant dream.
||[Jan. 12th, 2006|05:43 am]
I was in an old mansion with Heather, Mary, and some people from work. It belonged to an old wizard who was very dear to us, and yet it had been overcome by a "horror in the walls" which was spreading into the rooms rapidly. We knew it was our job to save him, for we were the only ones who could.
I was outside the entrance to the catacombs, standing watch. My friends had all gone inside, yet I felt horrible for not going in with them. What if they died? I would have helped them not at all. Though, I knew it was something which had to be done: I had to keep the light on for them, so they could see the end of the tunnel when and if they came back out. I kept switching on the light, only to find out that without my knowing, it would go off again, switch and all. And yet, there was no difference to me between dark and light.
There was a sword hanging on the wall. It had chosen me to bear it, and yet I had no clue why it was up there and not with me. I wanted to go take it down from the wall, and yet if I did I'd be so far away from the lightswitch and any defense my friends may have.
Then suddenly, I heard meowing. Minuet's meowing. It was coming from behind a door, which I ran to and opened without another thought. She was there, and had apparently been forgotten. Her food bowl was empty! How long had she not had food? How long had she been there? I pet her for awhile and wanted to take her out of that tiny horrible foodless room, and yet I knew nowhere that would be safer. I was so scared of leaving her, because so many rooms were alike and I didn't know if I'd be able to find her room after this.
The scene of the dream changed, then. I was on this horribly creepy train-ride, trying to find where everybody had gone. Mama was there, and she said there was a point to this but I didn't know what it was. After a time, the train took us back to Daddy and Linda's house. Only, they weren't there. I was the only one who lived there, it seemed. One of the women from the bookstore (Michelle) and her family lived across the street.
Then, I saw a car crash. I knew that Ari had died. He had gone out to make sure things were alright, as had everyone else. I know now it wasn't a car crash, it was more a fight with a monster, but that's what it was called in the dream. I called his family, and they said they had known for a while. They said I had a very promising future, and one day I would recover and love again, he would want it that way.
And then I hung up the phone and started screaming at the wall about why this had to happen. I remembered that Minuet was still in the house, and the wizard had died. My friends had made it out alive, but spirits would chase them forever, now. I wanted my sword. I knew it was only a matter of time before everything was put right....that once I conquered this, the powers would grant the changing of time and bring everything to how it was before. And I felt hope.
Upsetting dream, eh?
And thank you for being so patient about my replies to your e-mails/survey posts. I'll get to them, I promise! I've just been left with no time at all lately.