Feb 07, 2015 14:57
before I started using the Bernard icon, I had a dream in which Bernard - while on vacation in London - was kidnapped by the Queen of the Unseelie Court (who was running a rave/nightclub called, iirc "Good Intentions") for the purpose of paying the Court's teind to Hell. Before he was kidnapped, however, he met an American au pair in the park (the one with the Peter Pan statue) and the two of them hit it off. Afterwards, she began to dream of going to the nightclub and dancing with a mysterious stranger in a mask. Finally, she and some friends DID go to the nightclub and she DID dance with a man in a mask, but she recognised him as the man she'd met in the park that day (he'd had a guitar with him and had serenaded her and the children - she'd been a bit smitten but he hadn't returned to the park since that day).
She'd done the Janet thing and rescued him from the Faerie Rade, thus freeing him.
The reason for this recap is because I dreamt a sequel this morning. Bernard had married the mortal woman and brought him home to the North Pole - but it wasn't the version in the movie. This was a big house filled with all his brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts and uncles ... and his mother. Who was apparently less than pleased with his choice of spouse. She didn't do anything overtly unkind; she insisted that the bride stay in the kitchen but refused to let her do anything because she was "company" and whenever anyone tried to talk to her or she tried to talk to anyone, Bernard's mother would shoo the family member away, apologising for that person "bothering her". Whenever the bride would try to engage the mother in conversation, something about fixing the holiday meal would demand her immediate attention.
I could hear laughter and stories and bohomie from the gathering of kin in the main room. When I tried to join them, they all fell silent and ... looked at me. Until the mother appeared to shoo me back into the kitchen.
Finally, the meal prep was done to the point that the helpers all joined the main party. The mother told me she wanted to talk to me (that's what she'd been saying all along) and that she'd "only be a moment". She went into the main room, sat down in a rocking chair and joined the party.
I got up and left the house, planning to walk back to the hotel. In the snow. With trolls about.
That was when I woke up because I didn't like the way it was going.
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