I dreamed that I was in a medieval battle of sorts. We were in some sort of fortification up on a cliff or mountain. Apparently even in my dreams I am not a skilled archer... I specifically remember trying to get this one guy, who was a really easy target and not even that far away, and missing three times. There was also a guy with a huge hammer. I don't mean Thor. Thor is much better looking than this guy. He was some insane old guy in robes swinging a hammer around quite ineffectively (unless his intent was to just keep people from touching him). It was like having a movie in my head, but I was in it. There were all sorts of cool effects and lighting and such. Pretty cool, if I do say so myself. Maybe it was based off something from LOTR or the Hobbit.
I don't remember now all of the second dream. I walked around a very modified, but no less confusing version of the Fine Arts building at BYU, which then turned into my high school cafeteria, where I met my sister and her new boyfriend. He was rather distraught, as my brother had just been giving him a very hard time about something, probably just about being Kenzie's boyfriend. The weirdest thing about him was that he didn't look like the pictures I've seen of him. He took on the appearance of this little dorky kid from back home and was wearing some sort of strange denim shirt with black leather epaulets that was at least three sizes too big. It was bad enough for me to remember the horrid details. And then I decided to wake up for real.
Here's one from earlier this week: I think it was supposed to be a tour of typical German homes through the centuries. But even in my dream, I recognized that the homes weren't even German at all, but more like the pictures I've seen of British homes. Thank you, brain, for trying to entertain me with a fake documentary with false information.
Some of my dreams from the more distant past:
Traveling with my choir by car to Ireland...?!
Trying to buy cheddar cheese... I guess I miss sharp cheddar or something.
My Grandma telling me to chop off my sister's head with a huge battle ax for refusing to vacuum. Right...
Reading books with friends in a castle library only to have the castle set on fire by a dragon.
Road trips that end at super weird destinations. For example, some place that was supposed to be a camp that I went to once upon a time, but didn't resemble it at all. There may have been dinosaurs involved.
A spotless and very modern airport- everything was white and smooth with clean lines. I don't know about y'all, but I have yet to see such a place in real life. And then a very very long road trip.
Going back to (a quite modified) high school and seeing several friends that I haven't talked to in three years and a super huge truck.
Some sort of chase on an old-school train. By that I mean, on top of the train.
Being out somewhere with my dad when suddenly a guy I used to like showed up out of nowhere and gave me a really long hug. That was the weirdest thing... Symbolic of never understanding the kid?
There may or may not have been one about being a rock star...
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