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Last night I had two dreams.
Of the first one, I can only remember that myself and someone else (I don't remember who, save to say that this person was experienced in such things) were competing in a contest for wizards or something.
The challenge we got stuck on was underground. We were supposed to drop down by rope to the entrance to an arena, where our challenge was- but for some reason we couldn't anchor the rope properly and we never got down there.
The second dream was that all my relatives, and then my relative's relatives were in this decrepit old mansion. It was on a huge estate, but falling apart. I remember that it was my grandfather's, and that all the people had come to read the will and take their inheritance.
At some point during the dream, my dad said he needed to head into town to get something (the mansion was in the middle of nowhere) and he would be back shortly.
In the dream it seemed as if he was gone weeks.
We all started to get bored and starve. We found a bag of home-made chess pieces and dominos carved from wood, but otherwise we did nothing. We waited for my dad to return, though we each thought he would never return. In fact, we all pledged to leave the mansion if he din't come back, but none of us did because we wanted our inheritance.
My dad eventually came back with the lawyer, and seemed suprised to see us all still there.
The end...the stupid phone went off and interupted my dream.
Of the first one, I can only remember that myself and someone else (I don't remember who, save to say that this person was experienced in such things) were competing in a contest for wizards or something.
The challenge we got stuck on was underground. We were supposed to drop down by rope to the entrance to an arena, where our challenge was- but for some reason we couldn't anchor the rope properly and we never got down there.
The second dream was that all my relatives, and then my relative's relatives were in this decrepit old mansion. It was on a huge estate, but falling apart. I remember that it was my grandfather's, and that all the people had come to read the will and take their inheritance.
At some point during the dream, my dad said he needed to head into town to get something (the mansion was in the middle of nowhere) and he would be back shortly.
In the dream it seemed as if he was gone weeks.
We all started to get bored and starve. We found a bag of home-made chess pieces and dominos carved from wood, but otherwise we did nothing. We waited for my dad to return, though we each thought he would never return. In fact, we all pledged to leave the mansion if he din't come back, but none of us did because we wanted our inheritance.
My dad eventually came back with the lawyer, and seemed suprised to see us all still there.
The end...the stupid phone went off and interupted my dream.