Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Dream
So I'm scaling a wall in this castle. I look behind me as I am trying to make my way up a rope that is dangling from an opening above me, and I see a line of many people. Apparently they are following me out of darkness below. I have some trouble getting into the opening because the rope, at its end, changes to a smooth piece of material that is hard for me to grip without slipping. I finally manage to hoist myself up into the opening when I notice, for the first time, that I am gripping a long sword in the right hand. The sword it quite long and sharp and thin with a groove along it. The hilt is fairly simple, wrapped in black leather with a plain black tassel hanging from it.
At this point I also notice that the opening seems foreign to the castle as it is cut perfectly square. Then I realize that I may have lead my people into a trap and I panic because I need to quickly think of a way to tell them to turn back. I stand up and move with my back along a castle wall. It is dark, but I manage to make out two wolf-like forms. I raise my sword and yell, "En Garde!" Before anything happens the room lights up and I see a man who might be an alien being standing in front of me. He has golden-blond hair and gold symbols I do not recognize on his clothing. He says, "I am a Cylon."
I look around and notice the room is set up as if to prepare for a class of some kind or for a speech by the cylons. People are glathering to listen.
Then Steve wakes me up to say goodbye before he leaves for work.
And here's where the dream begins.....
At this point I also notice that the opening seems foreign to the castle as it is cut perfectly square. Then I realize that I may have lead my people into a trap and I panic because I need to quickly think of a way to tell them to turn back. I stand up and move with my back along a castle wall. It is dark, but I manage to make out two wolf-like forms. I raise my sword and yell, "En Garde!" Before anything happens the room lights up and I see a man who might be an alien being standing in front of me. He has golden-blond hair and gold symbols I do not recognize on his clothing. He says, "I am a Cylon."
I look around and notice the room is set up as if to prepare for a class of some kind or for a speech by the cylons. People are glathering to listen.
Then Steve wakes me up to say goodbye before he leaves for work.
And here's where the dream begins.....
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