Tonight’s theme seems to be travelling to enchanted places…
The first dream took place with some relatives. But what I remember was being led by a man into a glen. He held my hand as we passed through and came upon a valley with beautiful mountains. I looked up. It had clouds hanging overhead, but from where I was, the sun was right above me, but I don’t feel any heat. Then I looked at the mountains. The moon was there. A cousin of mine was in the valley, preparing for a bowling match, but he forgot his ball. I tried to run to him, but he had already returned and talked how the tournament went. He had two bowling balls in his car this time. The man I was with smiled at me.
I dreamt enjoying a day at the park. This was a very familiar park for me and have been here many times. I dreamt of my two friends riding and I kind of refused. Suddenly, it rained and flooded the place. All the rides stopped and I got stuck with two girls I barely know. We were wading through thr flood to find a way to escape.
The amusment park turned into ruins and we found ourselves trying to squeeze through narrow passages. One girl complained about her shoes and asked to borrow one of mine. As she tossed her pair, I realized that we mixed up our slippers. Her left was mine and my left was hers. I panicked tried to look for it. I found three others and saw that she broke my left and yelled at her for it. I’d be wearing a different pair. Luckily, on the three other pairs, I saw an identical one, wore it and we continued on.
We squeezed through another narrow passage but this time, I had trouble getting through. I was the last to go and the girls were talking about how their spirit animals saved them and how they turned into one. They didn’t ask me about mine and didn’t bother. I knew mine wasn’t an animal. It was a person.
Once I was through, we saw something incredible: A gathering of spirits. There were people standing at an altar. Ruins built on top of a large pyramid. Between the columns was a window to a colorful valley, with flowers and the setting sun illuminating the entire place. It was beautiful. Their leader had fangs, ears like a bat and hands with long fingernails. He smiled at us, and bid us welcome. He floated, for he did not have legs and the image cut his torso off. The place was lovely, and I felt at peace. He sent off the two girls back to the “living world” and I was left alone. He took me by the hand and floated through the valley for a tour and stopped near the sun. There was a pair of statues there.
I dreamt I was getting ready for a ceremony. My hair was being braided, flowers were on my hair. I can see it all happening over my shoulder. I slept through the preparations and found my grandmother in my dreams.
She was speaking to someone in the same altar I was in earlier, though this time it was covered in marbles and gold. As I went through the door, I spoke to her and begged her to bring my friends over. She said yes. But they could only come in their spirit form as mortals were not allowed in this realm. I was delighted. I brought in two animals in the room and started talking excitedly. Dark wooden cabinets, elaborately crafted chairs, red rugs and golden lamps. It was a palace. The halls and the rooms were made with gold and marble, stone and mahogany. The animals, which resembled cows with longer necks, looked around cautiously.
As I passed through a hallway, I saw my grandmother slowly turning into a giraffe and pretend to be furniture. Her corseted dress slowly turning to rags and her bonnet into a lampshade. I can feel something dangerous for her to do this.
A familiar figure showed. It was the spirit I met earlier. He bid me hello once again and my grandmother emerged from her disguise and my fiance burst through the door. They chased the spirit away. I felt no danger, yet they both scolded me. “You were dealing with him??! He refused Imravil and is the reason of our downfall!”
I remembered the ruins and the moment I met him. It was once ours. But the valley looked beautiful and I felt no danger from him. He was a leader and led the people in the valley a peaceful life.
I remembered the lore. Once, a powerful member of our society refused an exchange between a being and himself resulting in the dwindling of our kind. He was like me, with a spirit without the form of an animal.
I floated to the valley. A burst of light came from the place he took me. He stood in the middle. The sun was gone and rain started to pour. I screamed his name, but I cannot hear it. I went to the statues and found that the sun was actually the magic that sustained the place. He had kept it. I screamed his name again.
I woke up from the preparations. The mirror reflected a face with red hair. The last piece was a cloth magically tying my braided hair into a bun. I was led out and found my grandmother, and my fiance standing in front of the altar. My grandmother bid me well and led me to where I will be making the exchange with Imravil. It was for our people, she said. I refused. Then ran off to the place where I met him. I found the statues and his priestess came forth from the shadows of the cave nearby. She said, it can be restored. A flicker of the dreamers’ magic must be found. If I could harness it, the sun will come back.
My eyes immediately caught sight of light coming from one of the statue’s mouth. In it, a small fire rested. I took it and as soon as soon as I touched it, it glowed bright. I can see the spirit watching me as I spread the sunshine once more and re-created the sun.
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