Weird dreams are made of these...
This night, there was some sinister attack on some house I was staying in with a bunch of kids, including my cousins, and a bunch of parents (presumably belonging to the kids). It consisted of killer bats and crows, but was sent by some much darker power.
The really weird thing is, I had that dream before - which I only remembered now after the "re-run". I had a rather different role this time, though. Last time, I was mostly just a victim, or shall we say observer, since nothing actually happened to me. This time, I had to take charge.
The whole thing was a bit like in a movie - i.e. I could see more things than I could actually have seen from my own eyes, such as the forces of "evil" gathering, complete with foreboding music, or zoom-ins on little things.
So I was in the attic of the house with some other people - it was called the "library", but it wasn't really one; there were just a few bookshelves, that was all. We were apparently camping out there. The house had four stories (the attic included); the rooms of most of the kids were on the second and third floor. It was an old house, all quarrystone and wood and crooked stairways and mysterious corners, but it was comfortable, not frightening. Except, obviously, for the imminent attack.
As I said, when I had had the dream for the first time, I was only an observer, and some guy had been in charge, planning tactics, building barricades and all that. This time I had to take his place. I remembered that we - i.e., the people in the "library" - had all survived the last time, so I tried to do what he had done that time. It resulted in some chaos - for example I knew he had barricaded the door to the attic, but when I had people help me do that, I remember that we had had to let other people from the lower stories in, too. Besides, when the host of killer crows and bats had entered the house, they had done so through the window on the far side of the attic, and they'd passed straight through that door afterwards, so it had to be wide open at the time of the attack. I called as many people as would come into the "library" - the "dark forces" were already hacking and pecking on the window. The few that came in - most preferred to stay downstairs, as the host was trying to enter had the highest point - had to help taking shelves apart to provide material for the barricade, and to later block the window after the enemies had entered. Then there was nothing left but waiting. I remembered that I had been in the bathroom the last time the attack had occurred, so there I went. (It was right outside the door of the "library", so it couldn't easily be reached once the barricade was in place, so, knowing my bladder, that was probably a smart idea. And an odd bit of realism in that dream.) And just as I had reached the door, and looked towards the window where the enemies were just taking a break from their pecking, I saw Frodo jump out of that window, slamming it behind him. There was a zoom to show that the glass had gotten a crack through the slamming (so far, it had withheld the attack). And at once the crows and bats attacked again, and this time, because of the crack, the window burst. I yelled at everybody to hide and threw both the wings of the door wide open and jumped into the bathroom and locked the door there as I remembered from the last time that the host had always flown straight ahead unless they saw one of us, whom they would then rush over and kill. And indeed, with everybody cowering behind bookshelves or underneath blankets, and me safely in the bathroom, they passed right through in an enormous rushing black torrent, and rushed down into the lower regions of the house. I ran back into the attic, slammed the door shut, and blocked it with the remains of the bookshelves while some other people nailed a wooden slab in front of the broken window. We heard fluttering and rushing and shrieking in the stories underneath, but we were safe now. Apparently, people further down were realizing that too, because there was a knock on the door and we had to clean the barricade away to let all those in who had managed to escape from below. My aunt Karin was among them. She was crying for her dead children even though they were all alive. Suddenly, we found that one of the bats had been left by the others, fluttering weakly around on the floor. The others wanted to kill it, but I didn't permit it. I can't remember my reasoning, though.
This time, the dream ended preemptively because one of the kittens decided to attack my toes at that point. From the first time, however, I remember that eventually the host returned from their killing spree downstairs and broke through the door, threatening to kill us all, but after two or so people had fallen victim to them, they suddenly dropped down dead, turned to ashes and oozed away through the parquet flooring because, apparently, the evil had been overcome. The sun returned outside (hitherto, it had been cold, the sky hung with leaden clouds), and it was warm.
And that was that.
*blinks*
The really weird thing is, I had that dream before - which I only remembered now after the "re-run". I had a rather different role this time, though. Last time, I was mostly just a victim, or shall we say observer, since nothing actually happened to me. This time, I had to take charge.
The whole thing was a bit like in a movie - i.e. I could see more things than I could actually have seen from my own eyes, such as the forces of "evil" gathering, complete with foreboding music, or zoom-ins on little things.
So I was in the attic of the house with some other people - it was called the "library", but it wasn't really one; there were just a few bookshelves, that was all. We were apparently camping out there. The house had four stories (the attic included); the rooms of most of the kids were on the second and third floor. It was an old house, all quarrystone and wood and crooked stairways and mysterious corners, but it was comfortable, not frightening. Except, obviously, for the imminent attack.
As I said, when I had had the dream for the first time, I was only an observer, and some guy had been in charge, planning tactics, building barricades and all that. This time I had to take his place. I remembered that we - i.e., the people in the "library" - had all survived the last time, so I tried to do what he had done that time. It resulted in some chaos - for example I knew he had barricaded the door to the attic, but when I had people help me do that, I remember that we had had to let other people from the lower stories in, too. Besides, when the host of killer crows and bats had entered the house, they had done so through the window on the far side of the attic, and they'd passed straight through that door afterwards, so it had to be wide open at the time of the attack. I called as many people as would come into the "library" - the "dark forces" were already hacking and pecking on the window. The few that came in - most preferred to stay downstairs, as the host was trying to enter had the highest point - had to help taking shelves apart to provide material for the barricade, and to later block the window after the enemies had entered. Then there was nothing left but waiting. I remembered that I had been in the bathroom the last time the attack had occurred, so there I went. (It was right outside the door of the "library", so it couldn't easily be reached once the barricade was in place, so, knowing my bladder, that was probably a smart idea. And an odd bit of realism in that dream.) And just as I had reached the door, and looked towards the window where the enemies were just taking a break from their pecking, I saw Frodo jump out of that window, slamming it behind him. There was a zoom to show that the glass had gotten a crack through the slamming (so far, it had withheld the attack). And at once the crows and bats attacked again, and this time, because of the crack, the window burst. I yelled at everybody to hide and threw both the wings of the door wide open and jumped into the bathroom and locked the door there as I remembered from the last time that the host had always flown straight ahead unless they saw one of us, whom they would then rush over and kill. And indeed, with everybody cowering behind bookshelves or underneath blankets, and me safely in the bathroom, they passed right through in an enormous rushing black torrent, and rushed down into the lower regions of the house. I ran back into the attic, slammed the door shut, and blocked it with the remains of the bookshelves while some other people nailed a wooden slab in front of the broken window. We heard fluttering and rushing and shrieking in the stories underneath, but we were safe now. Apparently, people further down were realizing that too, because there was a knock on the door and we had to clean the barricade away to let all those in who had managed to escape from below. My aunt Karin was among them. She was crying for her dead children even though they were all alive. Suddenly, we found that one of the bats had been left by the others, fluttering weakly around on the floor. The others wanted to kill it, but I didn't permit it. I can't remember my reasoning, though.
This time, the dream ended preemptively because one of the kittens decided to attack my toes at that point. From the first time, however, I remember that eventually the host returned from their killing spree downstairs and broke through the door, threatening to kill us all, but after two or so people had fallen victim to them, they suddenly dropped down dead, turned to ashes and oozed away through the parquet flooring because, apparently, the evil had been overcome. The sun returned outside (hitherto, it had been cold, the sky hung with leaden clouds), and it was warm.
And that was that.
*blinks*