Hello BlogSpot. It sure has been a while. The nightmares continue to occur and finally I cannot sleep anymore. Hubby suggested writing them out again to see if it helps with my sleep. Since last's night dream was so clear I decided to write it out the best I can. PS: None of the images are mine. They are showing to give you a better idea of my dream.
The dream started out with the my view facing out a ditch/cave. The scheme is in dark tones - creams/grays/blacks. All the colors are muted. There was a middle aged little man/dwarf (sandy blond hair cut short with cream skin and dirty) sitting on the right with has hands tied behind his back kneeling 2 feet from the entrance against the wall. On the left, inlaid in the wall, was a door to somewhere unknown. This door has a big star in the middle with small designs on the edge. Looking beyond the ditch/cave, there is a brown/dead grass hill. The sky very gray with a hint of blue.
The next scene shows a little woman/dwarf sitting slightly over the door with a "talisman," an exact copy of the door handing from her neck as a necklace. Her hands are tied behind her back. She is middle aged with the same complexion has the little man. Her eyes were brown. Her dirty gray/blue ankle length dress was linen cloth with an old peasant style cut. She hears the man's steps has he walks over the hill. She is absoluetly frightened, stands on her feet and behinds to slam her shoulder into the door with no avail. Giving up, she runs out of the cave.
While running, she looks back at the man. Her eyes wide open with her wavy hair covering the bottom of her face. The man is cloaked in all shades of gray. The hood covering half his face. His hands have a cream complexion which she notices him playing with a serrated throwing disk. The man notices the little woman running and throws one of the disks towards her. It hits her right below her diaphragm and she skids to the side of my old private house. Kneeling down, her rapid thoughts were, "I'm still alive. Crap, I have to play dead....Dammit I cant slow down my breathing. If he picks me up, he is going to notice me hyperventilating. Okay, in and out, in and out, in...it's not working."
She runs to the to the front of the building, testing the door, she finds it locked. "No point in yelling." Running the the building next door, she rings the door bell and tests the front door. "It's...open?" Going inside, she locks the front door, stairs are in front of her leading to apartment 2 and 3. She chooses walk down the little hallway on her right and enter the first floor apartment. As she was about to knock, she notices white door with a golden knob open....She opens the door slowly, and sees the kitchen and walls covered in blood. Taking a step inside, in the living room on her left she sees a regular sized woman with brown hair covered in blood, hung by a hang mans noose from the ceiling. "Oh my God, he got here already." She runs up to the second floor apartment, also covered in blood, runs to the back of the apartment (master bedroom on left and bedroom on right) jumps out from the bedroom window on the left. Jumping to the grown from the wall rail, she runs back into the woods in the opposite direction of where she came from.
The dreams changes into a regular sized woman with cream complexion and brown hair/eyes (maybe the one that was found hung) running from a man chasing her. The man is Caucasian with brown eyes/hair with height of 5 feet 10ish. She turns around to face the man. The man smiles and reaches back with the knife on his right hand, ready to stab her her dead. As he comes down the strike, she shoves at this right shoulder and sloppily slashes his neck with her left hand She slashes back and fort 4 times. Than, she runs...
Running, she sees a white projects building. The walls are simple, white squares with the crevices painted black. Going to the side, another man runs behind her. He gets near her fast enough to strike with his right hand. She is forced to hold his hand with both her hands never dropping the knife from her right hand. In a desperate effort she slashes his neck but the cut was too shallow. The man grins and as he gets ready to attack her, a man with an evil aura comes up behind him and starts cutting his neck from behind. The man has a very pale complexion with white straight hair. His eyes are brown/red. As he dissects the man's neck, he grins at me. Pure evil is in that grin. The body drops and he comes for me.
The pale man is dressed with a white cloak, shirt and shoes. Something out of Lord of the Rings type. The borders embroidered in gold patterns. His hood is down, and I notice his gold circlet on his head. He is tall, approximately six feet. He has a curved blade on his left hand. The blade has a white hand and the blade is white metal. It is about 1.5 feet long and slightly curved. The inside of the curve is dull but the outside curve is deadly sharp. He raises the blade and I quickly grab his neck with my right hand and squeeze as hard as I can. The pale man simply grins and begins to slide my wrist fast and shallow to torture me. In so much pain, I pull the knife into my left hand and slice his neck but all he does is keep cutting and grinning. I shove him and run away. He lets me go...he has left his mark on me.
Running around the building, I encountered another man in front of me. Tired I see the walls of the building are climbable. I start to climb and the man begins to follow me. Interesting, where are all the women? Exhausted, I heave over to the roof and stay on the floor. The man climbs onto the roof and spots me. Shakily climbing to my feet, bone weary, I mentally prepare myself for possible defeat. Thinking I was still shaking, I couldn't quite believe my luck as the building starts to tilt to my right. I ran to the left and that freaking man won't stop chasing me. Running down the side of the building, I somehow make it to the bottom with the man nowhere in sight. "Whew..." I noticed a group sitting on the ground in a circle. All were men and one woman. Sitting across from the woman, I was given a red book with gold lettering on the front and brown lettering on the pages. I was able to read the book, it seemed the book was about the history of a country in the form of a poem and Greek root words. Hearing the group, I was able to gather there were clans and each were at war with one another, all trying to "win."
Win what? What started this war? Who was that pale man? How are the clans able to identify one another? Question after question running running through my mind. None were answered as my hubby decided at that moment to wake me up.
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