Dream
I had another weird dream last night, it was normal, kind of nightmare-y at first and then it got exciting.
The beginning of the dream I was with my mother and my sister, but we were younger, I was a teen fourteen or fifteen. We were in this futuristic store, kind of like a Walmart but bigger. We were gathering supplies, we could only get so much, but I wandered off into the coats section. It was filled with furs and as I wandered I found this really woodsy outdoor section with wooden furniture and a stone fireplace with a real fire. My parents dogs were there and I harrassed them when I found this strange tile with two faces that kind of looked like theirs. I showed it to the dogs and my dad's dog began to pee. I quickly ran away because I didn't want to get in trouble for having the dogs there.
As I ran the scene changed and it became exciting, because I could see a place I've been before in my dreams. It was an ancient temple with statues, I couldn't tell if it was Greek or Roman, but it was old and there were women and men in Grecian/Roman robes dancing and milling about. I wanted to go there, it was a place I knew I had dreamed about before and maybe I knew it was a dream but I wanted to know what it was and what the people were doing.
Then I knew without asking, it was a celebration of some sort, the people were celebrating something and I got closer, knowing that I was no longer a child but a woman. I approched and people stopped, they could feel me. They could sense I was near and I didn't want them to. One woman had a vision about me, I know she did. She turned to me, kind of Selma Hiack like, but Greecian/Roman. She approached me and I ran down the stairs where a young man stopped me. He was tall and lean as he stopped me. I knew he wanted to know about me and suddenly I realized we were in a real Greek/Roman city as in those times, I though we were wearing modern clothes but I wasn't sure. He was talking to me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, still I answered him in English, apparently giving answers that made sense to him. He wanted to know if I was going to the festival, but the festival was tomorrow I told him. He had black hair that was curly, a little longer than Orlando Bloom's in Troy. His skin was cinnamon and I wondered if he was from another land as he held my wrist tightly. I wanted to talk to him more, to ask him about the temple but I woke up.
I felt weird after I woke up, I have had a dream with that ruin before, it's beautiful and huge, a temple of some sort. It was so strange but I want to go back to that temple. I want to listen to that woman's vision of me and to speak with that man some more. I know that he was one of the ones who sensed me in the temple and he chased me when I ran away. I want to go back, I want to know. I hate when I do something stupid in dreams, I want to know the vision now. The weird thing is, the temple was in a little better condition this dream than it was last dream. last time there was no real floor and several of the columns had fallen, this time the floor was pitted but a floor and the columns were all up, even if there was no ceiling.
The beginning of the dream I was with my mother and my sister, but we were younger, I was a teen fourteen or fifteen. We were in this futuristic store, kind of like a Walmart but bigger. We were gathering supplies, we could only get so much, but I wandered off into the coats section. It was filled with furs and as I wandered I found this really woodsy outdoor section with wooden furniture and a stone fireplace with a real fire. My parents dogs were there and I harrassed them when I found this strange tile with two faces that kind of looked like theirs. I showed it to the dogs and my dad's dog began to pee. I quickly ran away because I didn't want to get in trouble for having the dogs there.
As I ran the scene changed and it became exciting, because I could see a place I've been before in my dreams. It was an ancient temple with statues, I couldn't tell if it was Greek or Roman, but it was old and there were women and men in Grecian/Roman robes dancing and milling about. I wanted to go there, it was a place I knew I had dreamed about before and maybe I knew it was a dream but I wanted to know what it was and what the people were doing.
Then I knew without asking, it was a celebration of some sort, the people were celebrating something and I got closer, knowing that I was no longer a child but a woman. I approched and people stopped, they could feel me. They could sense I was near and I didn't want them to. One woman had a vision about me, I know she did. She turned to me, kind of Selma Hiack like, but Greecian/Roman. She approached me and I ran down the stairs where a young man stopped me. He was tall and lean as he stopped me. I knew he wanted to know about me and suddenly I realized we were in a real Greek/Roman city as in those times, I though we were wearing modern clothes but I wasn't sure. He was talking to me, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, still I answered him in English, apparently giving answers that made sense to him. He wanted to know if I was going to the festival, but the festival was tomorrow I told him. He had black hair that was curly, a little longer than Orlando Bloom's in Troy. His skin was cinnamon and I wondered if he was from another land as he held my wrist tightly. I wanted to talk to him more, to ask him about the temple but I woke up.
I felt weird after I woke up, I have had a dream with that ruin before, it's beautiful and huge, a temple of some sort. It was so strange but I want to go back to that temple. I want to listen to that woman's vision of me and to speak with that man some more. I know that he was one of the ones who sensed me in the temple and he chased me when I ran away. I want to go back, I want to know. I hate when I do something stupid in dreams, I want to know the vision now. The weird thing is, the temple was in a little better condition this dream than it was last dream. last time there was no real floor and several of the columns had fallen, this time the floor was pitted but a floor and the columns were all up, even if there was no ceiling.