Bag-napper

I was in a movie theater multiple times in this dream. I sat next to a couple on my right, and there was an empty seat on my left, with a big guy in the seat over. The guy and the couple seemed to have come together, and I figured he must have seated himself away from the couple so they could have their space. Realizing I had ruined that scheme I felt a little badly, and when I glanced over to see if the couple really minded, I saw them looking into each others eyes, like lovestruck fools. I figured they didn't even know I was there and settled more comfortably in my chair.

I don't remember the movie, but I do remember an older blonde glamorous celebrity that was seated not too far off from me. Her large blue/purple handbag was in plain view.

My mystery friend and I had been planning this for a while. I say mystery friend because the identity of my colleague changes several times during the dream. At first it was my friend Nicole, then it was Colleen, then it was Lauren....then I lost track. This friend and I had been planning this for a good while now, and we were ready to move.

I don't remember the specific reasons for why we stole the handbag, but I know I didn't consider it stealing, but rather, it was a statement to the world. I think we were trying to prove that we still had power, that the celebrities were just people too....or something along those lines.

The details are blurry how we got a hold of the bag, but eventually we did, and my friend and I were running. To get outside we had to go through a spacious furniture store. We ran, dodging the tables and sofas, at times she held my hand to encourage me to run faster, and at time I would push her forward with my hand on her waist. We knew there was precious little time.

And As I expected the alarm sounded before we got to the door, but if we ran fast enough we would be able to just make it through those doors and keep running.

My legs were tired and hurting from running so hard but we eventually broke into the night air. We went just a little ways before my friend tripped and fell to the ground. The look in her eyes as she told me to run and hide, told me she had known this would happen. I felt a little betrayed that she hadn't let me help her, that she didn't mention that this would happen. But run I did, and I ran hard.

Just a little ways off was a place I hoped would be a sufficient hiding spot. There were bushes and tall grasses that I crouched low in, and watched the guards arrest my friend. I felt helpless as they roughly took her away, shaking her about and laughing at her. My friend quietly hung her head and held her peace, submissive as a mouse. I knew she would never rat me out, but it wasn't that I was worried about. I knew those men treated their catches roughly.

Suddenly I was very confused who the bad guys were. They were police men, men who fought to protect the people, strove for safety and peace in the community. These were good men...what had I done? I became very aware of the fact that what I had done was wrong. I realized I didn't even have the bag anymore, I had no idea where it was. But as I sat there in the grass I cried, confused.

Eventually the flashlights of the searchers came into my vision, and I hunched down a little lower. I may have realized I was in the wrong, but my stubbornness wanted to see it through. It killed me every step of the way, knowing I would regret it later, but, for my, friend, I got away safely.

Lost Boat

I had a dream I was afloat on some debris, perhaps a door, in the middle of a huge expanse of water. I felt sad for what I had lost, whatever it was, and was a little shy of what awaited me in the future.

As I let the waves rock me side to side, I squinted to better see what was coming up on the horizon. It was a small, spread out community of floating houses with docks attached, housing boats of all sizes and colors. I made my way to one particular house with two fine sailboats where I climbed onto one of the docks. I then managed to accidentally untie one of the boats, causing it to drift out into the open sea, until I couldn't see it anymore. Knowing it was my fault, I felt awfully guilty, and swam to the home to which the vessel belonged.

I knocked on the door, to no reply. Timidly, I opened the door and let myself into the small rickety, yet comfortable, home. From what I could tell the home was empty, except for voices I heard coming from the back. Making my way to the back of the home, pushing open the screen door, I met a boy, about my age (I would say we were both 14, give or take a few years).

Once he saw me he just stared into my eyes with his almond shaped, and very green, eyes, until he finally blinked and offered me a big smile. His teeth were very white, though the rest of him looked rather tattered and worn.

"I'm Taka!" He practically shouted, he seemed so excited to meet me.

"Tessa", I replied, but my smile faded as I remembered why I was here. I needed to tell him I lost one of his boats.

I could tell that these boats must be very important to the community, as their condition was top-notch. Every sail was crisp and clean, the decks scrubbed and shining, the wheels polished and very much used. The thought of me telling him that I lost one of his boats got harder and harder by the second. I ad let him down, though I had only known him for a few moments, I felt like I was letting down a good friend.

But as I began to speak, Taka's eyes were warm with forgiving understanding. We then climbed onto the roof of his floating house and watched the sunset, as tropical oranges and pinks exploded and danced on the water.

Pirates and Lost Loves

I was on a pirate ship, a very small one. I learned that the pirates in charge of the boat I was on were hostile, so I jumped out of the vessel to find that I could stand in the water. The water was only about thigh-deep. I remember wondering how the ship was traveling in such shallow water, then remembered the ship had been made of cork.

I yelled at one of the pirates who helped me escape saying, "Your ship is fast and light, may the winds carry you to better fortunes." He gave me a gruff nod, he never did speak much, and with that I raised my hands.

I was suddenly wearing new clothes, like that of a gypsy or a shaman, with lots and lots of jangling jewlery. Then I called for the wind and before I could finish my chant, another small ship came into the cove we were located in. This ship was very colorful with beautiful blue sails that seemed to be embedded with crystals, and it's crew was as equally impressive. But I was not impressed, for I knew these people, I could see that they were cannibals, and made my escape.

I got to the beach, never looking back and climbed the small cliff that towered over the short sandy shore. Every inch of the climb, my jewelry jangled and chimed, and when I got to the top, the wind thrust my hood back and blew with such ferocity I braced myself, preparing to be blown back down the cliff. But instead of falling, I heard a voice carried in the wind.

"Young one, seek ye the wedding ring that is lost."

And with that the wind died to a pleasant breeze. I was confused, but brushed my confusion aside, making my way to the crevice between two grassy hills, where a small creek was softly gurgling. I waded into the ankle deep water, it was ice cold, but I couldn't stop. With my hands, I turned over every rock, looking for the ring. After a long while I threw myself onto the bank and huffed in frustration. This task was impossible.

I remember reminding myself to write about it as my status on facebook.

But just then a glimmer caught my eye, and I crept towards a small shiny object, caught just right in the sun. It was the ring I had been searching for. Now to find the owner. I sensed that the owner was a man. A young man, about my age, with a big burly beard.

I needed to find him.

Crawling back up the hill, a person, dressed in black fell down past me. Rolling and flailing out uncontrollably, until he finally came to a stop just before the stream. I went to him, my jewelry ringing out all the while, and turned him about so he was resting on his back. One look at his face and I knew he was the one. I was afraid he would escape once he came to, so I quickly thrust the ring onto his promise finger. And with that he opened his eyes and sighed, "I knew you would find me." And we kissed, a tender kiss with all sorts of sentimentalities fluttering in my heart and mind.

We stood and took each others hand, and walked up the ravine.

And this concludes my dreams from last night.

My Headless Lover

(I had this one a few nights ago, but I'll do my best to remember it correctly)

My lover and I were living in a castle built upon a lake. Now, when I say upon, I do not mean, seemingly built as if it were on the lake, but truly it was situated upon the water thereof. The mechanics behind such a feat was unknown to me, but seeing as my spouse was comfortable with it, I decided I would be too.

There was but one way to get to the castle (two, if you were clever), one was to cross the long, narrow strip of a bridge, scarcely wide enough for our automobile to squeeze onto (or, if you were of the clever sort, you could row your self to the castle, from the shore, in a rowboat. Though, when I mentioned this to my love, he dismissed it saying no one would dare to directly cross these waters. I thought it best to not mention it again, but wasn't entirely convinced that it couldn't be done.). Before one could cross the bridge, they were met by a large (and I mean really very large) and heavy (and I would like to put a strong emphasis on heavy), iron gate. The moment we were let in, the loud clack of the iron bars closing was deafening. I was sure that nothing, nor no one, could ever breech such a precaution. I decided to not expect unexpected company.

My new life in the massive fortress was a simple one. Stripped of social visits and means of communicating with family (for there was no modern means of communication in the entire household), I spent my time arranging, and rearranging, furniture and the beautifully framed works of art that were scattered throughout the castle. I would amuse myself by putting the painting of the bright haughty peacock in the bathroom, which was decorated in soft pastel yellows, and the combination was so revolting, I found it humorous. This peacock painting became a fast friend, and I found I rather liked it in the dining room, where I spent most of my time writing, drawing, and setting the table for my husband's return.

He wasn't home much, leaving on important business trips for days on end, the important business always a mystery to me. But I was determined to play the dutiful wife, never questioning, always waiting, for I knew it pleased him. On those rare days when he was in, and not locked up in his study in the high tower (of which I never dared venture in. He didn't need to tell me he didn't want company when he worked, and never asked that it be cleaned, so I never asked), he would sweetly remind me why I loved him, with romantic evenings, and lazy mornings together. Yet, those happy moments with him, seemed like a distant past, when I watched him saddle his horse, and ride away to pursue who knew what. (curiously enough, he never took the automobile. When I asked him why that was so, he simply replied that he got carsick.) Odd behaviors like thus were troubling to me at times, and would keep my thoughts busy as I worked to understand his lifestyle.

On one such occasion, it was late morning, and I had spent the majority of my day in the dining hall, pacing and sitting at the window, appreciating the wondrous view of the lake. I had awoken with a feeling of overwhelming anxiety, without a proper explanation as to why. I just knew that I was horribly at unease, and immensely noted how alone I was. (For my love had once again left for one of his trips, and wasn't expected back for several days) All at once, I no longer felt safe in my own fortress of a home.

It was then that I heard the knocking at the door. It was a foreign noise to my ears, and the hollow pounding of wood echoed like a violent intruder throughout the halls. Ever since living here, I hadn't had a single visitor, I was so sure that the obvious unwelcoming display of our iron gate took care of such visits. My anxiety began to bubble into suspicious fear, but I suppressed it with curious courtesy, and made my way to the door.

I was greeted by an elderly couple, with friendly faces, and tired postures. The man was leaning heavily upon an oaken walking staff, with his wife (for I assumed them to be married) supporting an arm. The man gave his name before I could inquire it of him.

"Bradly O'Conner, my young lass. And this be me lovie, Mrs. O'Conner."

"Bonnie, deary, just call me Bonnie", the woman intervened, smiling a warm smile. When she smiled, it caused a chain reaction of charming wrinkles to ripple into action about her face, dancing eyes framed with crows feet, and dimples (no doubt one of her winning charms in her youth) ornamented with deep lines, a sign that her smile was well used.

Realizing that I was staring, I quickly excused myself with a blush and turned to address the older fellow.

"And I be Tessa Dior, mistress of the household." Without a clue as to what else to do, I hesitantly offered,"Would...you and your wife, care for a drink?"

The man, or, Bradly, rather, had a smile that was of the contagious sort. Though his wide smile revealed a missing upper tooth, I couldn't help but return the cheery grin.

"You are kind, my lassie. We are tired, and have had a tiring day, a drink, and a sit-down, would be most appreciated." With that I opened the door wider, to welcome them in. As I turned to shut it behind them, I noticed something that caused my blood to freeze. There was a small rowboat, rocking with the gentle waves of the lake, docked to the rocks of the castle base. My darling's words of assurance that, what was it? "No one would dare to directly cross these waters, there is no need to worry about that", played in my mind, teasing me relentlessly. Yet the couple seemed friendly enough, surely a quick refreshment and brief small talk would be enough to send them along their way. But as I heard the click of the door sliding back into place, I was once again very aware of my anxiety that I had awoken to.

(more to come)

I Will Not, Under Any Circumstance, Die.

We were located in a barren, windy place with faded beige sand, that seemed to be in the midst of an endless famine. The wind was splashing sand into our faces, and we had to cover our faces with our arms to protect our eyes.

I was with transformers, and all manner of warriors, all had very modern technology. My standing with the army was of some authoritative rank, though not directly connected. Like a guest commander. Towering over us was the enemy army, constantly growing in strength. Their warriors were huge, sizes comparable to large houses, many larger. Their armor was thick and heavy, colored black with red hot fire bursting through the seams. My own army refused to acknowledge the hopelessness of the situation, and prepared for battle.

We were protecting a tiny colony of gnome like people. Their whole colony was the size of a beach ball. The main commander and I walked towards the colony, they had to be warned. The closer we got to the colony, the more we shrunk, until by the time we were entering their little doorway, we were the same size as they were.

Their colony was shaped like a colosseum made of old, gnarled wood and entwined, dried, vines. All of the colony was seated in the circular arena, quite as can be. They were goofy looking, heads proportionally too big for their little bodies. They had large eyes, mouths and ears. All of them looked like mischievous old folk, with fluffy, powder white hair, and their faces plastered into a comical expression, as if they just had the most devilish idea.

As the 1st commander and I walked into the center of the arena, we were met by one of their leaders. He was a gruff looking gnome, set apart from the rest with a youthful face of dark scruff and dark heavy eyebrows. His name was Gnorlam. He scowled at us when we told him of the impending war that was about to happen. He dismissed us, saying what we did was no concern of theirs. Blast it! It was so frustrating to make him understand that this war we were fighting was for him and his people! He reluctantly complied to cooperate when he looked into my eyes for a long moment and saw the sincerity in them.

Now we had to move.

Exiting the domain, we returned to our life size forms, and Gnorlam grew to the size of a small hobbit. With him at our side, we gave instructions to the troops. Gradually we could see that Gnorlam was beginning to understand just how serious the situation was, as he began to lose the fixed scowl.

After a while, the only thing we could do at this point, was wait for the enemy to move. Then the commander told me to stick to the plan, and took the majority of the troops to battle, leaving me with a small force of 12 or so.

The plan was to distract the enemy. We knew that the enemy's pagan beliefs held pure virtuous maidens with high regard, and would do almost anything to get them, for sacrificial means. We stood together in a small cluster as I and two other girls changed into white flowing gowns. They would look like something you would expect Pharaoh's wife or daughters to wear. I then was given a large golden necklace to put on by Gnorlam. The necklace was made of hundreds of golden threads woven together, that hung around my neck, and cascaded down the better part of my back.

It was then I could see the Gnorlam had become fond of me, and I of him, like that of a dear uncle to a treasured niece.

As I finished fastening it around my neck (it was very heavy), Gnorlam looked at me, the only hint of emotion coming from his wet eyes. He told me it was fruitless, that there was no way I could succeed. I told him I would die then, trying to the very last breath. I would not yield and he sensed that. As he began to back away, for he was leaving us to return to the colony, he asked me to promise to repeat after him. I told him no, but he continued any way.

"I"

"I", I said with tears welling up in my eyes.

"Will not under any circumstance."

"No", I began to choke up, suppressing the sobs beneath. But I could feel Gnorlam moving farther and farther away, so I managed to sputter out, "Will not under any circumstance!"

The last phrase was so hard to hear, I wasn't entirely sure it was heard, or a small voice in my head.

"Die."

"Die", I whispered, and at once I could feel his presence no longer and I shamelessly cried like a small child.

And that is the conclusion of my dream.