Dream a Little Dream
So in this dream I was a good witch and evil witches and their minions were after me, accept it was modern day times. We were running through a Ren Faire that had been placed in what seemed to be either a very large hotel or a mall, because there were regular stores with regular people and children shopping in them and then there were furnished rooms like it was someone's home. I began the dream running, so I didn't know what I had run from until after a lot of hit and misses of being caught. One person chasing me was a nice looking lady; her clothes were not completely Ren but could fit in with today. Her hinchman was a young man, probably 21, with sandy blonde hair and a page's cap and clothing in various shades of gold and olive green. His weapon to try to kill me was a quill pen with a large feather that he would try to throw at my heart like a dart. But I would ask for help from others and they would stop him, distract him, and help me hide. Some of the children in the stores even found things to dress up as me and him and chased eachother, one with a mock quill in hand. At one point I even was asked for help by the good witch, I not realizing who she was; she wanted to know where she could find a silver version of the medalion on a cup with the logo for the Ren Faire and I told her they were at the main offical faire booths. Then I realized she didn't say thank you and was much to intent on following me; so I ran even harder than I ever had and did loose her. I came to one of those official booths to ask for help in hiding but everyone was a bit distracted. All along while I had been running there had been this great cloud swirlling in the sky (Only one part of the fair was open to the sky, so that is where a majority of the people were gathered, to watch this cloud). Now this cloud was swirlling around the sun, which was black and red and orange, much like multen lava is when it touches air. And I go to look at it as well, finally really LOOK at it; in some places where the clouds opened up to the sky you could see the Moon, silver and pale. The Sun was going to eclipse the Moon. But the strange thing I knew was that this should not happen, that once it did, all evil would break into the world and there would be no stopping it. I had to stop it now. But as I turned to go back to the Ren Faire Booth, something stopped me dead in my tracks. The reason the cloud vortex had appeared and all my running had begun was that the body of my original persuer, who I had successfully defeated, was there on the ground; Her death, her spilt blood was the evil that made this eclipse happen. She was dressed in turquise clothing and on her belt was a gilded Turquise horn I knew was to summon her minions. She saw me look at it. I don't know if she spiritually spoke to me or if her lips actually moved, but she threatened me about something. But I had a thought; if her horn controlled her minions, maybe whoever blew the horn controlled their actions. I took the horn and as I tried to leave, her hand grasped my ankle but being a lifeless corpse she couldn't hold me. I took one look back at the vortex and then ran away from the crowd and when I was out of sight of them, I blew the horn. I don't know what I was thinking, because as soon as I blew the horn, I was running again, this time to find hidding in the rooms under this first level.
I also remember going into the lower levels with friends my age, I wasn't alone. We were to be having a high school type dance, and one of the girls either I didn't like or she didn't like me, but I wanted to apologize to her (And she was represented by Brenda Song). The teacher didn't want me going anywhere near her, but she wanted me to see her and she apologized to me, then showed me how horribly destroyed her black dress had been in the back (it looked like it had just been made about 6 dress sizes too big), so I and another girl led her away so we could fix it; she knew we made our own dresses and would be able to fix it.
The minions I had blown the horn with had started to find their way to the lower levels and they weren't listening to me, so that threw that theory out. One of them in particular was like the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, accept that it's head was huge and it did have eyes and a nose. I remember the lightning from the vortex lit up it's skin once. The room me and the Brenda girl fled to was very dark, so the only way we knew the creature was moving was from the ligthning flashes. For some reason there was a decorative ax on the wall, I grabbed it and hacked the creature to bits, hoping it wouldn't come back to life too. There was no blood, only dry flesh.
For some reason we thought that was the last of the creatures, the last of the evil, because it got properly sunny outside; but that's when another problem showed itself. We were like little people, like pests, to the man and wife who owned the home our town had made it's home and they were trying to exterminate us. So, we go running again, this time on the outside of the house, along edges and as close to the floor as possible, but the wife sees us and we start running full force to a well in the garden that has a passage to the safe real underground. Accept that there is a false bottom to this well with only one stone removed for us to fit through. Our worry was that some of our more portly citizens wouldn't fit through; I elected to stay behind to make sure everyone made it.
And that's all I remember.
I also remember going into the lower levels with friends my age, I wasn't alone. We were to be having a high school type dance, and one of the girls either I didn't like or she didn't like me, but I wanted to apologize to her (And she was represented by Brenda Song). The teacher didn't want me going anywhere near her, but she wanted me to see her and she apologized to me, then showed me how horribly destroyed her black dress had been in the back (it looked like it had just been made about 6 dress sizes too big), so I and another girl led her away so we could fix it; she knew we made our own dresses and would be able to fix it.
The minions I had blown the horn with had started to find their way to the lower levels and they weren't listening to me, so that threw that theory out. One of them in particular was like the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, accept that it's head was huge and it did have eyes and a nose. I remember the lightning from the vortex lit up it's skin once. The room me and the Brenda girl fled to was very dark, so the only way we knew the creature was moving was from the ligthning flashes. For some reason there was a decorative ax on the wall, I grabbed it and hacked the creature to bits, hoping it wouldn't come back to life too. There was no blood, only dry flesh.
For some reason we thought that was the last of the creatures, the last of the evil, because it got properly sunny outside; but that's when another problem showed itself. We were like little people, like pests, to the man and wife who owned the home our town had made it's home and they were trying to exterminate us. So, we go running again, this time on the outside of the house, along edges and as close to the floor as possible, but the wife sees us and we start running full force to a well in the garden that has a passage to the safe real underground. Accept that there is a false bottom to this well with only one stone removed for us to fit through. Our worry was that some of our more portly citizens wouldn't fit through; I elected to stay behind to make sure everyone made it.
And that's all I remember.