My coyotes
I really need to go lie down for a little bit, but first I need to record this dream in case I forget it. Craziest dream ever, and I remember it extremely clearly.
It was one of those dreams that started as like a movie or something that I was watching, maybe a play. But then at some point I became involved in the action. It took place at this giant, gorgeous mansion just as the Master of the House (I really hope Les Miz is stuck in your heads now) arrived home. But it turns out...he was actually the king! Of what I do not know. Perhaps just of this house.
So he comes home, and apparently when that happens there is a big ceremonial greeting during which everyone at the house comes to meet him, and there are very strict rules about how you have to act in his presence. So he comes in and all the people who work in the house have to kneel and put their heads to the floor. I'm not sure what would happen if you didn't comply, but apparently it would be bad enough that no one was willing to test that option.
There was also a group at the house, like a group of...advisors? Or an army? Something like that. And there was a ceremony to induct a couple new people into the group.
The queen fainted for some reason.
UGH the more I try to capture this the faster the dream runs away from me!
OK, so at some point, I ended up IN the dream, and I was somehow drafted to work at this house after graduating college(?), but that might have been a separate dream. I was supposed to be one of the servants or something, and apparently the servants were treated horrifically and lived practically in a dungeon.
One of the princesses (i.e. daughter of the king and queen) at the house took pity on me or liked me, so she decided to rescue me from my fate and took me on as her "slave," which apparently is preferable to being a general servant. So that meant I got to live in her "quarters" in a real bed n stuff, although I think that was kinda breaking the rules. She treated me like a friend, but we had to pretend I was a lowly slave in front of the king and queen WHO WERE SO FUCKING SCARY. So, for example, I wasn't allowed out of the room without her, and I think I was supposed to sleep on the floor, but she had 2 bedrooms and like 3 beds in her quarters, so as long as no one knew about it, I could sleep in a bed. Also at this point the time period was supposed to be like, 18th or 19th century, but the bathroom fixtures resembled stuff from the 1970s. In the dream I remember thinking, "Wow, I didn't know plumbing looked like this back then."
So the princess girl went downstairs for some family meeting...which I will get to because that was a whole different part of the dream...and I was supposed to stay in her room, supposedly preparing her nightly ritual or sitting in a corner or something slave-like, but I cracked the door open to eavesdrop. And then a door across the hall opened and this hot guy stepped out, and I froze, thinking I had been caught. Turns out the guy was indeed a prince, but he had just recently returned to the mansion after a long time away, and he was pretty chill, too, like my princess. He engaged me in conversation and he had nail polish in that was blue or purple and I thought that was weird. There was more to his character, but I can't remember the details. I do know that I thought, at this point, that "my" character would end up falling in love with the guy by the end of the story (so it was still kind of like I was watching a movie...).
After that, some head house servant came up and told me to light a candle in the princess's room since it was getting dark. But what really happened was that all the electric lights were turned off, and apparently each room in the house was lit by a candle each night. I dunno. Anyway, lighting the candle was a hell of an ordeal, mostly because I couldn't light a match (which is true, I am terrified of matches and fire things), so I sneaked out into the hallway to light the candle off another candle. Then I spilled hot wax all over me, which didn't hurt too much because it was a dream.
Eventually, the princess came back upstairs (she wore clothes from the current era, btw, though the king and queen looked more like the characters in the French Revolution part of Mel Brooks's History of the World). Apparently what had happened was John Leguizamo had come to the house reporting on some feud or battle the family was involved in. I think he had tortured someone (possibly John Corbett, that's who pops into my head) into giving him information to take back to the royal family. So that's what the meeting was about. Uuuh yeah.
Now, like I said, I had a pretty cozy life when it was just me and the princess, but we had to hurry up and get into position whenever the king came in. When not doing some sort of job, I was apparently supposed to stand against the wall, facing it, I guess so as not to get in the way? I had to be very careful not to move. Once the king came in and commanded me to stand that way, and he said he was going to leave and then return at some random time, and I'd better still be in that same spot when he got back. So the next day or so was spent being very vigilant so I could rush back to my spot in whenever I heard someone coming.
He and the queen did return at some point, and they interrogated me or asked me to recite my slave code or something like that, and I did so flawlessly, but they knew I was lying, or at least they wanted me to THINK they knew I was lying. They kept saying, like, "She thinks she's got us fooled, but we'll catch her eventually." Really scary. They looked around the room for awhile and the queen hung something on the wall, and I remember being scared that they would find evidence of my non-slavelike behavior (namely, empty beer bottles).
The dream started to shift then, and I was waiting for someone to come pick me up to take me home, even though that clearly doesn't jive with the slave thing. So I was waiting for a call from whomever to say they were here, but my phone was in another room, and--oh, shit!--I wasn't allowed to leave the room. I think maybe I sneaked out to get it, but I don't really recall. I also remember watching a party or a picnic of some sort out the window. The king was being a dick to people out there.
It shifted again, and I ended up in what I think was still the mansion, but it was more like a museum now...or at least no one lived there anymore. Now it went back to being just a movie, and there was this extravagant publicity for the release of the movie, which was based on a series of books. I asked someone if the slave and the hot prince ended up together and was told that they did not. I was very surprised and disappointed at that. Um. Anna Paquin was there. I think she was the star.
That is all the narrative I remember. There are bits and pieces that I can't pull out of my head in a coherent enough way to put down here. BUT WHAT THE FUCK! I was so involved in this dream, in such a deep sleep, that when I woke up I was legitimately confused about where I was. I had no clue what was going on. It wasn't like waking up and thinking I was in my bed at my house or anything; I just seriously had no idea where I was or what day it was or anything.
Unconscious brain you are so crazy.
It was one of those dreams that started as like a movie or something that I was watching, maybe a play. But then at some point I became involved in the action. It took place at this giant, gorgeous mansion just as the Master of the House (I really hope Les Miz is stuck in your heads now) arrived home. But it turns out...he was actually the king! Of what I do not know. Perhaps just of this house.
So he comes home, and apparently when that happens there is a big ceremonial greeting during which everyone at the house comes to meet him, and there are very strict rules about how you have to act in his presence. So he comes in and all the people who work in the house have to kneel and put their heads to the floor. I'm not sure what would happen if you didn't comply, but apparently it would be bad enough that no one was willing to test that option.
There was also a group at the house, like a group of...advisors? Or an army? Something like that. And there was a ceremony to induct a couple new people into the group.
The queen fainted for some reason.
UGH the more I try to capture this the faster the dream runs away from me!
OK, so at some point, I ended up IN the dream, and I was somehow drafted to work at this house after graduating college(?), but that might have been a separate dream. I was supposed to be one of the servants or something, and apparently the servants were treated horrifically and lived practically in a dungeon.
One of the princesses (i.e. daughter of the king and queen) at the house took pity on me or liked me, so she decided to rescue me from my fate and took me on as her "slave," which apparently is preferable to being a general servant. So that meant I got to live in her "quarters" in a real bed n stuff, although I think that was kinda breaking the rules. She treated me like a friend, but we had to pretend I was a lowly slave in front of the king and queen WHO WERE SO FUCKING SCARY. So, for example, I wasn't allowed out of the room without her, and I think I was supposed to sleep on the floor, but she had 2 bedrooms and like 3 beds in her quarters, so as long as no one knew about it, I could sleep in a bed. Also at this point the time period was supposed to be like, 18th or 19th century, but the bathroom fixtures resembled stuff from the 1970s. In the dream I remember thinking, "Wow, I didn't know plumbing looked like this back then."
So the princess girl went downstairs for some family meeting...which I will get to because that was a whole different part of the dream...and I was supposed to stay in her room, supposedly preparing her nightly ritual or sitting in a corner or something slave-like, but I cracked the door open to eavesdrop. And then a door across the hall opened and this hot guy stepped out, and I froze, thinking I had been caught. Turns out the guy was indeed a prince, but he had just recently returned to the mansion after a long time away, and he was pretty chill, too, like my princess. He engaged me in conversation and he had nail polish in that was blue or purple and I thought that was weird. There was more to his character, but I can't remember the details. I do know that I thought, at this point, that "my" character would end up falling in love with the guy by the end of the story (so it was still kind of like I was watching a movie...).
After that, some head house servant came up and told me to light a candle in the princess's room since it was getting dark. But what really happened was that all the electric lights were turned off, and apparently each room in the house was lit by a candle each night. I dunno. Anyway, lighting the candle was a hell of an ordeal, mostly because I couldn't light a match (which is true, I am terrified of matches and fire things), so I sneaked out into the hallway to light the candle off another candle. Then I spilled hot wax all over me, which didn't hurt too much because it was a dream.
Eventually, the princess came back upstairs (she wore clothes from the current era, btw, though the king and queen looked more like the characters in the French Revolution part of Mel Brooks's History of the World). Apparently what had happened was John Leguizamo had come to the house reporting on some feud or battle the family was involved in. I think he had tortured someone (possibly John Corbett, that's who pops into my head) into giving him information to take back to the royal family. So that's what the meeting was about. Uuuh yeah.
Now, like I said, I had a pretty cozy life when it was just me and the princess, but we had to hurry up and get into position whenever the king came in. When not doing some sort of job, I was apparently supposed to stand against the wall, facing it, I guess so as not to get in the way? I had to be very careful not to move. Once the king came in and commanded me to stand that way, and he said he was going to leave and then return at some random time, and I'd better still be in that same spot when he got back. So the next day or so was spent being very vigilant so I could rush back to my spot in whenever I heard someone coming.
He and the queen did return at some point, and they interrogated me or asked me to recite my slave code or something like that, and I did so flawlessly, but they knew I was lying, or at least they wanted me to THINK they knew I was lying. They kept saying, like, "She thinks she's got us fooled, but we'll catch her eventually." Really scary. They looked around the room for awhile and the queen hung something on the wall, and I remember being scared that they would find evidence of my non-slavelike behavior (namely, empty beer bottles).
The dream started to shift then, and I was waiting for someone to come pick me up to take me home, even though that clearly doesn't jive with the slave thing. So I was waiting for a call from whomever to say they were here, but my phone was in another room, and--oh, shit!--I wasn't allowed to leave the room. I think maybe I sneaked out to get it, but I don't really recall. I also remember watching a party or a picnic of some sort out the window. The king was being a dick to people out there.
It shifted again, and I ended up in what I think was still the mansion, but it was more like a museum now...or at least no one lived there anymore. Now it went back to being just a movie, and there was this extravagant publicity for the release of the movie, which was based on a series of books. I asked someone if the slave and the hot prince ended up together and was told that they did not. I was very surprised and disappointed at that. Um. Anna Paquin was there. I think she was the star.
That is all the narrative I remember. There are bits and pieces that I can't pull out of my head in a coherent enough way to put down here. BUT WHAT THE FUCK! I was so involved in this dream, in such a deep sleep, that when I woke up I was legitimately confused about where I was. I had no clue what was going on. It wasn't like waking up and thinking I was in my bed at my house or anything; I just seriously had no idea where I was or what day it was or anything.
Unconscious brain you are so crazy.