||[Dec. 26th, 2003|09:21 am]
|||||still not awake||]|
One I had Christmas eve night:
I had a dream that I was happy. I was with everyone in the world that I cared about (a lot of people), and none of them ever had to leave. They all had everyone else they cared about with them, so it was a very large, but also very happy, crowd. And everyone was right again--I felt loved. I didn't feel scared, I didn't feel fat, I just felt like there was a place for me there. This dream was a gift from I don't know who.
And then I woke up, and everything was different. I wish I was still dreaming that dream.
And the other was from last night:
*laughs* This shows just how much I'd been reading yesterday.
I was one of the Sithi (a race from my book), and they were fighting the battle at Naglimund (a fortress that had been overtaken by bitter enemies, the Norns). I dreamed that everyone except me had been killed, enemies and friends. I watched my horse die, and then I was alone in the world. I stood there crying for who knows how long, and then I saw a bird fly by. And here's the strangest part: the bird told me everything would be all right, and I flew after him/her, and disappeared even from myself in the sky.
Now what could that possibly mean?