Stranger in my dreams...
My dreams last night were filled with dark and wavery lighting, as though everything was lit by candles or moonlight on water. And there was a lot of water - rivers, lakes, fjords, beaches on fjords . . . do fjords have beaches? The one in my dream did.
I dreamed there was a young woman who was loved by a young lord, but she was pretending to be from a higher station than she really was. The servants, being servants, found out eventually. The housekeeper, a formidable woman with a biting accent not so very upper crust, either, grabbed the girl by the hand and dragged her upstairs to a room with lots of mirrors. As they were going through the door, the girl said something like “I know what you’re going to show me.” I'm not sure what the significance was now, but the mirrors, and the girl cutting a lock of her dark, curling hair meant something. But the young lord said he didn’t care.
He took her by the hand and led her down to the beach on the fjord, the water dark beyond the streak of moonlight. Forests and cliffs glinted silver off rocks and trees, shadows on the water. Sailors were lounging on a smallish sailing ship beached high in anticipation for something. But the young lord commandeered it (I’m pretty sure it was his ship) and the ship was launched with he and his betrothed on board. The sailors were rough and dirty, swearing, wearing ragged clothes, their faces unshaven and some of them missing teeth. They were testing the young lord. One of the largest and more bullying of the sailors somehow caused the young lord to fall into the water. The lord grabbed a trailing rope, and, angry, somehow wrapped the rope around an obliging giant tree trunk on the nearby shore (I know, but it’s a dream, so just go with it) and yanked the ship to a stop. The sailors almost all fell out. The young woman, who was holding onto a knot around a mast, merely was yanked off her feet. The young lord climbed back into the ship, and dripping, lay down on the planking. The young woman lay with him, and as they were lying there, the young lord said something about giving up his heritage, I'm not sure now. But I remember what she said to him, which was “You can come to love a land, but it’s easier if she’s born in your heart.” I don’t remember what exactly she meant by that now, but it was very significant to the lord, and he kissed her, and assured her that he loved her.
The sailors all climbed back in the ship, grudgingly admitting that the lord had proven himself a sailor after all. And then they all started spititng out their dinner that they’d eaten earlier, but kept in their cheeks. Bleah. When asked why, they said it had been too hot earlier, so they were eating it again now. Um, yeah, I don’t know either. Yuck.
That’s the first dream in a long time that I’ve remembered past waking up that wasn’t a complete nightmare, so I thought I’d better write it down before it went away. Also, Scott said I had to. And there are some good elements in here that I might use in a story later. We’ll see.
I dreamed there was a young woman who was loved by a young lord, but she was pretending to be from a higher station than she really was. The servants, being servants, found out eventually. The housekeeper, a formidable woman with a biting accent not so very upper crust, either, grabbed the girl by the hand and dragged her upstairs to a room with lots of mirrors. As they were going through the door, the girl said something like “I know what you’re going to show me.” I'm not sure what the significance was now, but the mirrors, and the girl cutting a lock of her dark, curling hair meant something. But the young lord said he didn’t care.
He took her by the hand and led her down to the beach on the fjord, the water dark beyond the streak of moonlight. Forests and cliffs glinted silver off rocks and trees, shadows on the water. Sailors were lounging on a smallish sailing ship beached high in anticipation for something. But the young lord commandeered it (I’m pretty sure it was his ship) and the ship was launched with he and his betrothed on board. The sailors were rough and dirty, swearing, wearing ragged clothes, their faces unshaven and some of them missing teeth. They were testing the young lord. One of the largest and more bullying of the sailors somehow caused the young lord to fall into the water. The lord grabbed a trailing rope, and, angry, somehow wrapped the rope around an obliging giant tree trunk on the nearby shore (I know, but it’s a dream, so just go with it) and yanked the ship to a stop. The sailors almost all fell out. The young woman, who was holding onto a knot around a mast, merely was yanked off her feet. The young lord climbed back into the ship, and dripping, lay down on the planking. The young woman lay with him, and as they were lying there, the young lord said something about giving up his heritage, I'm not sure now. But I remember what she said to him, which was “You can come to love a land, but it’s easier if she’s born in your heart.” I don’t remember what exactly she meant by that now, but it was very significant to the lord, and he kissed her, and assured her that he loved her.
The sailors all climbed back in the ship, grudgingly admitting that the lord had proven himself a sailor after all. And then they all started spititng out their dinner that they’d eaten earlier, but kept in their cheeks. Bleah. When asked why, they said it had been too hot earlier, so they were eating it again now. Um, yeah, I don’t know either. Yuck.
That’s the first dream in a long time that I’ve remembered past waking up that wasn’t a complete nightmare, so I thought I’d better write it down before it went away. Also, Scott said I had to. And there are some good elements in here that I might use in a story later. We’ll see.