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And I swashbuckled away as the King himself
Another night, another novel-worthy dream.
I was an eight-year-old boy off to camp. Camp was in what on the outside was a three-storey mansion but was on the inside a much larger building that made no sense. There were staircases everywhere, leading from certain sections of certain floors -- because you couldn't from the second floor, for instance, visit the whole of the second floor; you had to go up or down and find other flights of stairs back to a different part of the 2nd floor. Kind of like the building where I work! XD
I had a whole bunch of little jars, which were too numerous to carry in my arms all at once and I had no pockets. I asked another little boy for help, but even as he accepted, I knew he was only going to try to steal some of them. Indecision gripped me as I stood there, knowing I had to find a way to carry them all down to my little bed in the dorm, where I could hide them in my backpack.
I was still in the building that made no sense, but now I was myself and with me were M-P, A-L and some other people. The man who ran the place had assigned us each either private or double rooms, mostly in the same part of the third floor. All except for A-L, who had been given a room on the other side, in which she refused to stay because she'd seen a rat. So off I went, looking for the director.
Then it was King Arthur meets Lord of the Rings. I was Eowyn, wearing a lovely blue gown, and I wasn't in love with Aragorn. A battle was raging between two factions that were not our own. On one end of the field stood a huge fortified library (the inside of which made no sense, but I'll get to that later) and at the other was a moderately-sized castle of grey stone. The field itself seemed to telescope; when I first arrived, having been sent off to find out what was going on and who we should be helping, the field was long and green and all was peaceful, the sky deep blue above me. A low hillock, long but narrow, ran the length of the field, about fifty paces from the edge of it where there was a sharp rise crowned by a line of trees. I ventured out onto the field, which was empty, and saw that what looked like a tunnel seemed to have been dug parallel to the hillock, but looked much to small and near the surface to be of any real use. Climbing up to the trees, I could now see the whole of the field, looking much smaller than it had, bracketed by mountains on either end behind the library and the castle. There was activity at both ends, giants by the castle and lots of people in long robes before the library. I settled on what seemed to be a stone gutter that ran along the edge of the rise, took out a book and began to read.
After a while a shadow fell across me. I looked up. It was Aragorn (or Viggo, if you prefer), and though I wasn't in love with him, a strange feeling came over me, as though I knew that I should be. He seemed troubled. He sat down beside me and started telling me what was going on and even as we watched, activity became for intense at both ends of the field. The giants, which up to then had been doing some form of target practice at the castle, were beginning to hurl their huge spears and rocks toward the library. One even came so far as to be almost level with where we were, near the middle of the field. He was dressed all in read leather and his hands were enormous, even considering the size of his body. He turned his head toward us and we turned ours away, freezing and willing ourselves to stone so we would be spotted. It seemed to work, as the giant lumbered back to the castle, but at the library end of things, the action increased. They had their own system for launching large projectiles and we watched, fascinated, as perfectly round balls of stone (just about right for ten-pin bowling) were flung from the library, often missing us by a hair's breadth, which meant that the defenders weren't aiming properly -- we were between them and the castle, yes, but off to the side. We shouldn't have been in the line of fire.
Suddenly, Aragorn grabbed my hand and yanked me to the side to avoid being hit by a ball of stone rolling toward us, and we understood why they were seemingly aiming for us. The gutter we'd been sitting on was actually for the stones to roll down. When they reached the end, there must have been some sort of system to hurl them at the castle. Deciding we couldn't stay, we made our way to the library. Not that we were going to help them, but Aragorn wanted to go inside, where a secret meeting was being held, to spy.
Once inside the library, I was Aragorn (though it's not really clear; at times I was him and at times I seemed to be watching him). The inside of the building made no architectural sense, but there were old books everywhere, piled on dark wooden shelves in the maze of small rooms. It was also full of people, looking suspicious of a stranger in stubble and travel-worn leather waltzing in. I caught a glimpse of G in a long, red and black robe, and lots of people were wearing similar robes and odd headpieces.
A woman, apparently a custodian of sorts, offered to show me/Aragorn around. She led me up to the topmost floor, explaining that we couldn't linger because a meeting was being held. Exactly what I was looking for! I managed to overheard bits and pieces of the conversation, but it didn't make much sense and I was led away too soon. Next, I was shown one of many narrow shafts that pierced the building and were hung with long sheets of fabric, draped sling-like so that one could sit in them and listen to what was going on in the surrounding rooms. Exactly what I was looking for! I'd managed to lose my guide, but I knew she was looking for me and had no doubt alerted others to what I was up to. I ran from room to room, hampered by the fact that the building made no sense, trying to be inconspicuous, but knowing they were closing in on me. Finally, I spied a shaft that would lead me to the ground floor, hung with a gauzy blue fabric, but I had no choice. In true swashbuckling fashion, I leapt onto the cloth and let myself slide all the way to the bottom, where I fell to the ground and lay on my back, somewhat dazed, for a few moments.
And that's all I remember, though I'm pretty sure Gimli made an appearance at one point, and there was something about underwear (in the first part of the dream) as well.
You know, I should sleep more, if that's what I get out of it! But for now, I should get dressed. On the agenda today: my nails, reading, sewing, baking. I figure I might as well make some banana bread, since I have a bunch of close-to-rotten bananas and enough flour that I don't have to go out and buy anything. It won't be bread-shaped, though, as I don't have the right kind of baking pan, so it'll be cake-shaped. I would have liked muffin-shaped, but I only have 2 six-muffin pans and I don't think that would be enough, as the recipe calls for three bananas.
For the past few days I've been playing this ridiculously addictive game: http://www.eyezmaze.com/tontie/v1/index.html Try it, you'll like it! It gets really frustrating around level 7, though.
I was an eight-year-old boy off to camp. Camp was in what on the outside was a three-storey mansion but was on the inside a much larger building that made no sense. There were staircases everywhere, leading from certain sections of certain floors -- because you couldn't from the second floor, for instance, visit the whole of the second floor; you had to go up or down and find other flights of stairs back to a different part of the 2nd floor. Kind of like the building where I work! XD
I had a whole bunch of little jars, which were too numerous to carry in my arms all at once and I had no pockets. I asked another little boy for help, but even as he accepted, I knew he was only going to try to steal some of them. Indecision gripped me as I stood there, knowing I had to find a way to carry them all down to my little bed in the dorm, where I could hide them in my backpack.
I was still in the building that made no sense, but now I was myself and with me were M-P, A-L and some other people. The man who ran the place had assigned us each either private or double rooms, mostly in the same part of the third floor. All except for A-L, who had been given a room on the other side, in which she refused to stay because she'd seen a rat. So off I went, looking for the director.
Then it was King Arthur meets Lord of the Rings. I was Eowyn, wearing a lovely blue gown, and I wasn't in love with Aragorn. A battle was raging between two factions that were not our own. On one end of the field stood a huge fortified library (the inside of which made no sense, but I'll get to that later) and at the other was a moderately-sized castle of grey stone. The field itself seemed to telescope; when I first arrived, having been sent off to find out what was going on and who we should be helping, the field was long and green and all was peaceful, the sky deep blue above me. A low hillock, long but narrow, ran the length of the field, about fifty paces from the edge of it where there was a sharp rise crowned by a line of trees. I ventured out onto the field, which was empty, and saw that what looked like a tunnel seemed to have been dug parallel to the hillock, but looked much to small and near the surface to be of any real use. Climbing up to the trees, I could now see the whole of the field, looking much smaller than it had, bracketed by mountains on either end behind the library and the castle. There was activity at both ends, giants by the castle and lots of people in long robes before the library. I settled on what seemed to be a stone gutter that ran along the edge of the rise, took out a book and began to read.
After a while a shadow fell across me. I looked up. It was Aragorn (or Viggo, if you prefer), and though I wasn't in love with him, a strange feeling came over me, as though I knew that I should be. He seemed troubled. He sat down beside me and started telling me what was going on and even as we watched, activity became for intense at both ends of the field. The giants, which up to then had been doing some form of target practice at the castle, were beginning to hurl their huge spears and rocks toward the library. One even came so far as to be almost level with where we were, near the middle of the field. He was dressed all in read leather and his hands were enormous, even considering the size of his body. He turned his head toward us and we turned ours away, freezing and willing ourselves to stone so we would be spotted. It seemed to work, as the giant lumbered back to the castle, but at the library end of things, the action increased. They had their own system for launching large projectiles and we watched, fascinated, as perfectly round balls of stone (just about right for ten-pin bowling) were flung from the library, often missing us by a hair's breadth, which meant that the defenders weren't aiming properly -- we were between them and the castle, yes, but off to the side. We shouldn't have been in the line of fire.
Suddenly, Aragorn grabbed my hand and yanked me to the side to avoid being hit by a ball of stone rolling toward us, and we understood why they were seemingly aiming for us. The gutter we'd been sitting on was actually for the stones to roll down. When they reached the end, there must have been some sort of system to hurl them at the castle. Deciding we couldn't stay, we made our way to the library. Not that we were going to help them, but Aragorn wanted to go inside, where a secret meeting was being held, to spy.
Once inside the library, I was Aragorn (though it's not really clear; at times I was him and at times I seemed to be watching him). The inside of the building made no architectural sense, but there were old books everywhere, piled on dark wooden shelves in the maze of small rooms. It was also full of people, looking suspicious of a stranger in stubble and travel-worn leather waltzing in. I caught a glimpse of G in a long, red and black robe, and lots of people were wearing similar robes and odd headpieces.
A woman, apparently a custodian of sorts, offered to show me/Aragorn around. She led me up to the topmost floor, explaining that we couldn't linger because a meeting was being held. Exactly what I was looking for! I managed to overheard bits and pieces of the conversation, but it didn't make much sense and I was led away too soon. Next, I was shown one of many narrow shafts that pierced the building and were hung with long sheets of fabric, draped sling-like so that one could sit in them and listen to what was going on in the surrounding rooms. Exactly what I was looking for! I'd managed to lose my guide, but I knew she was looking for me and had no doubt alerted others to what I was up to. I ran from room to room, hampered by the fact that the building made no sense, trying to be inconspicuous, but knowing they were closing in on me. Finally, I spied a shaft that would lead me to the ground floor, hung with a gauzy blue fabric, but I had no choice. In true swashbuckling fashion, I leapt onto the cloth and let myself slide all the way to the bottom, where I fell to the ground and lay on my back, somewhat dazed, for a few moments.
And that's all I remember, though I'm pretty sure Gimli made an appearance at one point, and there was something about underwear (in the first part of the dream) as well.
You know, I should sleep more, if that's what I get out of it! But for now, I should get dressed. On the agenda today: my nails, reading, sewing, baking. I figure I might as well make some banana bread, since I have a bunch of close-to-rotten bananas and enough flour that I don't have to go out and buy anything. It won't be bread-shaped, though, as I don't have the right kind of baking pan, so it'll be cake-shaped. I would have liked muffin-shaped, but I only have 2 six-muffin pans and I don't think that would be enough, as the recipe calls for three bananas.
For the past few days I've been playing this ridiculously addictive game: http://www.eyezmaze.com/tontie/v1/index.html Try it, you'll like it! It gets really frustrating around level 7, though.