"the fall"

I had this dream a few nights ago, but I forgot about it until I read a book that mentioned a bunch of concubines and ladies in waiting throwing themselves over a cliff to their deaths rather than survive and be tortured as prisoners of an opposing army.

there was a girl who was being chased. i don't remember much of the dream. all i know is that there was this one young man who was also after her. but she got to talking to him and he pitied her. he fell asleep guarding her (to return her later to wherever she had run away from) and she tried to use that as an opportunity to escape. she got as far as the room across the hallway, which was on the second storey. he followed. this room had a window that faced outside. what used to be an awning that stretched under the window had fallen away, so that only the post holding the awning  up remained, and a stretch of the awning (corrugated plastic) remained attached to the wall and the post, like a buttress. above what remained of the awning was a clothesline. she was looking outside the window, judging what her chances were of climbing onto the buttress-awning and going across the clothesline. but  before she could, she turned around to see the young man approaching her. he was saying something like, please, just come with me, if you turn yourself willingly...(you might be let off with a lighter punishment), but as she turned around, she backed into the wall, out of the window, and fell. she fell head first onto the cobble stone pavement below. splat. men in white suits rushed to where she landed, pool of blood where her head was, torso and legs as perfect as they were when animated. he looked down, horrified, as the men in white suits looked up. he could hear footsteps in the hallway/corridor behind him, trying to find which room it was.

the (bastard?) prince

This is a dream I had last night. Or, as much as I could make sense of it.

"the (bastard?) prince"

there was an invasion on a palace. a prince was being cared for by prostitutes who lived in the palace. there were two armies. one army was attacking from the outside. one was inside with us, trying to round us all in so that it would be easier to handle. i thought that they were going to kill us before the outside army got to us, so they could have bragging rights. i think that was what they were trying to do. they horded us so jealously that they were defensive, almost protective, but only because they didn't want the other army to get to us first. the outside army breached the palace. we were herded upwards, up stairs. we could see the outside army make their way across and up, from the opened floor (like those balconies that line the inside of a courtyard, except it was about four storeys up and i don't remember looking up to see a skylight*.) the outside army was inside. we were herded in a corner, away from the oepn skylight. we were huddled around a table (a pool table?). suddenly, rocks and small ammo were hailing on us from the skylight opening. we covered our heads with our arms, the inside army tried to shield us (were they on our side? i couldn't tell). after a while the firing ceased. the outside army had stopped. they all gathered themselves up, but noticed that the nurse and the prince were unconsious (the nurse pretended to be a prostitute too, but she was actually the prince's nurse). the other prostitutes, taking advantage of the situation, beat the nurse and the prince with whatever they had on hand: figurines, stands, broken chair legs. they had hated the nurse, who acted above them, and they didn't care for the prince. and since it would look like the outside army had killed them, they might as well take the opportunity to vent out their own frustrations (ie: why did they have to suffer for some prince? why did they become their cover up? where was their reward with a dead prince?). so they beat them. the inside army stood and watched (they could do nothing anymore, they were dead. there was no point). after the women tired, the nurse was truly dead. as one bent over the prince to see he was truly dead, but a raspy breath escaped his lips, and his eyes pried open (stark white with small black iris, in contrast to his blood stained face and shredded clothes). the woman jumped back. *blip* the coup had failed. neither army won. the prince lived. his father lived (though he lost his legs below the knee). the father couldn't rule anymore, so the prince was to take over. they were outside on a snowy/icy plain (it looked like they were standing on an ice rink, the palace in the distance behind them on a slope, the sun in front of them, their army in ranks on either side of a carriage, also white, that the son and father were walking--could the king walk?--towards).

*Maybe I'll draw what I meant about that skylight/open floors. Think malls, how you are on one of the upper floors, but you can look down the balcony to the floor below, except in my dream it was bout four, maybe five storeys.

first post of a transcribed dream, "the museum"

This is the first of many transcribed dreams. It's not a recent one. Below is an editted version of the original to try to make more sense of it to those reading it, but even I don't know 100% what I meant when I first wrote it, so some parts of it will just be hard to imagine. Anyways, enjoy!

"the museum"

inside a GIANT dome. massive. a rotunda? a sphere? (but there is flat ground, we're standing on it) the inner walls are filled with little drawers the size of matchboxes. In the center is a statue, but it's concealed within a globe that shifts and moves and is brown (floating? above a pool of black liquid that reflects like a black mirror). the statue is metal. there are miniature figures. miniature people. a little bigger than the matchbox drawers, big enough to stand on them. they all look up from the ground level (i'm looking up with them). at the very center at the top of the dome is a window (more like a round opening. inside the dome is so so dark, we all look like shadows). it shows the changing sun as it rises and sets, quickly. its movements look like flipping back and forth between one page in a book, flipped over and back. we all look up. that window is our escape. some have already started to draw out the drawers and climb up, making spiral staircases. we're all afraid of falling, it's so high up. we climb. looking down you see many small people climbing. we're barely clothed. we're like the first peoples of the earth, without language, without culture. two reach the top first. there's a ledge under the window. the second one hesitates and waits on the ledge, watching the first as he draws the nearest drawer under the window of the sun. as he reaches out for it and tries to open it, the second looks around him, and sees that the ledge he stands on is actually a window that encircles the topmost part of the dome (it's more like the very tip of the dome was sliced off, and then propped up over the opening, kind of like if you have a fire or bellows indoors, you need the smoke to escape from the highest part, but you don't want rain to get in if it rains, so there's an opening, but it's also covered. the ledge is the edge of the opening), and no one else realizes because from the bottom you can't see it, and at the top the other is only worried about the "window" at the peak of the dome. the second realizes that the ledge he stands on is the ledge that is in a circle (the edge of the opening, the gap between the dome and the cover of the opening), and behind him, is the setting sun. that sun is the sun that had been reflected, somehow, maybe on the ledge itself, maybe it is reflective, and the sun on the "window" at the peak is actually a reflection of the sun on the window ledge showing on a mirror (on the flat surface of the part that covers the opening), and that a caterpiller is flipping the pages back and forth, creating duplicates. so the second decides that this is how he will get out (by going through the gap), forget about the "window" at the peak. he tries to get out though the gap, but it is a dome, and the moment he steps off the ledge he slides down and is lost. the first is more cautious. once he realizes that the "window" is actually a mirror and the real opening is what the second had disappeared through, he takes the caterpiller and goes to the ledge (the caterpiller will help to repopulate the earth, it will create duplicates of the people and help them repopulate the earth, since they don't know how to themselves yet and since the caterpiller can make doubles of people, double men and women (or a double for a woman would be a man and for a man a woman, or something of that sort); outside the window, outside the dome, is nothing but dunes of sand and the sun and sky). leading the rest of the little people, he cautions them from sliding down, and somehow they get out.

This is a crappy rough sketch (not at all proportionate to the size of the thing in the dream) of what I meant by the "window" at the top of the dome. Imagine the dome 100x bigger, and the opening reeeeeeally small, and no visible supports as I drew in the image.

drawn on HTC with SketchBook Mobile Express and a cheap-ass stylus from Chapters. I'll do quick drawings on my phone until I muster up the will to spend time actually drawing something by hand and scanning and uploading it (unless I've already got a drawn rendition of it somewhere on paper that just needs to be scaned)