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Jun. 15th, 2008 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chachingI had a dream the night before last and I'm going to document it here because I can't get it out of my head. Maybe it'll help me fall asleep.
Dream starts and I'm a 12 year old boy (damn you, Prince of Tennis, damn you) with a bow and arrow. Just the one arrow, not a whole quiver. So if I ever needed to use the thing, I'd be screwed. I also wore brown leather pants (not the zomg sexy leather pants, but like, treated animal skin you'd see in a nature movie) and a very floppy hat that would probably hinder my ability to hit anything with that one arrow I owned.
At the start of the dream, it's night and I'm exiting the house I live in and step out into the yard. The yard has been booby-trapped with some pretty nasty traps. For some reason, it's very very important that I set off all these traps to disarm them (which is a really stupid thing to do, but in the dream it was the greatest idea ever).
The dream is pretty realistic in the fact that when I get grazed by a trap it tears off a chunk of skin from my arm and I keep looking down at it. It's bleeding and pretty nasty. In the dream, I'm a bit more panicked now, so I'm trying to get back to the house. For some reason, the trail of already sprung traps is deemed more dangerous than the trail still full of working traps that will lead me back to my house. My 12-year-old boy self is rather dim, I think.
I get caught in a pretty rough trap that consists of large mechanical jaws that I barely miss, but I'm caught by a mini version of them and it mangles my hand. I'm huddled up against a tree trunk, with this bear trap contraption on my hand, bleeding profusely when my hero shows up.
Turns out he's a magician and I'm his ward. He whisks me off to the house and cradles me (I'm practically dying from blood-loss) and apologizes for setting up all the traps. Apparently they were there to protect me from people trying to break in, because the magician has lots of enemies (whoops). He heals my hand (not mangled no more yay!) and then breaks the news to me that he had found that the girl who was pretending to be my sister (who I remembered then as being the person who sent me into the yard to disarm the traps, that bitch!), is not my sister, but the apprentice of an evil sorceress who was trying to win her mistress's favor by tricking me into getting myself killed. My real sister, who wasn't really my sister, but simply another one of the magician's wards, is dead. She was a bloody mess on the carpet (like she had exploded), and while the magician was upset over her death, he says she brought it on herself for playing with magic she shouldn't have been and nearly getting me killed in the process, because that's how the fake sister got into the house. I think. The explanation was kinda fuzzy and my 12-year-old self just trusted that the magician knew what he was talking about.
The dream ends with him putting me to bed (like, tucking me in, not any of the perverted stuff. I'm only 12 but he was a pretty hot magician (actually looked a lot like Billy Boyd come to think of it, long hair like Pippen, but not a hobbit), maybe I can have a follow-up dream sometime when I'm "older") and locking me up in my room for my own safety.
All in all, I thought the dream was pretty awesome, if not just a little bit strange. It's not the first time I've been male in a dream and I don't know if that means anything or not. I'm male half the time for the dreams I actually remember. The strange part is the Billy-Boyd!magician. When there are other people in the dreams where I'm not actually myself, they never look like someone I can recognize. And the fact that it was Billy Boyd was odd, because it's been forever since I've seen LOTR, and I don't remember ever seeing him in anything else. When I do remember dreams, I usually can't remember this much about them past the first few minutes after I wake up. This one is clinging to my brain though. I still have pretty vivid images of losing a chunk of flesh, and I can summon up the sound of some of the traps hitting the trees (my dreams are normally silent, with only the most important things making sound. Conversations in dreams are usually more like impressions than me hearing any actual words)
In other news, I need to be coherent enough to drive in less than 3 and a half hours and I've had no sleep. That is going to suck.
Dream starts and I'm a 12 year old boy (damn you, Prince of Tennis, damn you) with a bow and arrow. Just the one arrow, not a whole quiver. So if I ever needed to use the thing, I'd be screwed. I also wore brown leather pants (not the zomg sexy leather pants, but like, treated animal skin you'd see in a nature movie) and a very floppy hat that would probably hinder my ability to hit anything with that one arrow I owned.
At the start of the dream, it's night and I'm exiting the house I live in and step out into the yard. The yard has been booby-trapped with some pretty nasty traps. For some reason, it's very very important that I set off all these traps to disarm them (which is a really stupid thing to do, but in the dream it was the greatest idea ever).
The dream is pretty realistic in the fact that when I get grazed by a trap it tears off a chunk of skin from my arm and I keep looking down at it. It's bleeding and pretty nasty. In the dream, I'm a bit more panicked now, so I'm trying to get back to the house. For some reason, the trail of already sprung traps is deemed more dangerous than the trail still full of working traps that will lead me back to my house. My 12-year-old boy self is rather dim, I think.
I get caught in a pretty rough trap that consists of large mechanical jaws that I barely miss, but I'm caught by a mini version of them and it mangles my hand. I'm huddled up against a tree trunk, with this bear trap contraption on my hand, bleeding profusely when my hero shows up.
Turns out he's a magician and I'm his ward. He whisks me off to the house and cradles me (I'm practically dying from blood-loss) and apologizes for setting up all the traps. Apparently they were there to protect me from people trying to break in, because the magician has lots of enemies (whoops). He heals my hand (not mangled no more yay!) and then breaks the news to me that he had found that the girl who was pretending to be my sister (who I remembered then as being the person who sent me into the yard to disarm the traps, that bitch!), is not my sister, but the apprentice of an evil sorceress who was trying to win her mistress's favor by tricking me into getting myself killed. My real sister, who wasn't really my sister, but simply another one of the magician's wards, is dead. She was a bloody mess on the carpet (like she had exploded), and while the magician was upset over her death, he says she brought it on herself for playing with magic she shouldn't have been and nearly getting me killed in the process, because that's how the fake sister got into the house. I think. The explanation was kinda fuzzy and my 12-year-old self just trusted that the magician knew what he was talking about.
The dream ends with him putting me to bed (like, tucking me in, not any of the perverted stuff. I'm only 12 but he was a pretty hot magician (actually looked a lot like Billy Boyd come to think of it, long hair like Pippen, but not a hobbit), maybe I can have a follow-up dream sometime when I'm "older") and locking me up in my room for my own safety.
All in all, I thought the dream was pretty awesome, if not just a little bit strange. It's not the first time I've been male in a dream and I don't know if that means anything or not. I'm male half the time for the dreams I actually remember. The strange part is the Billy-Boyd!magician. When there are other people in the dreams where I'm not actually myself, they never look like someone I can recognize. And the fact that it was Billy Boyd was odd, because it's been forever since I've seen LOTR, and I don't remember ever seeing him in anything else. When I do remember dreams, I usually can't remember this much about them past the first few minutes after I wake up. This one is clinging to my brain though. I still have pretty vivid images of losing a chunk of flesh, and I can summon up the sound of some of the traps hitting the trees (my dreams are normally silent, with only the most important things making sound. Conversations in dreams are usually more like impressions than me hearing any actual words)
In other news, I need to be coherent enough to drive in less than 3 and a half hours and I've had no sleep. That is going to suck.
