(The most memorable dream/nightmare)
There was a young man living in far North among an ascetic community in the mountains. Member of that community was supposed to refuse any material pleasures, like relationships, conveniences, culinary food etc. Their everyday routines included martial arts, training, training and training. They ate simple food, slept in simple tents and talked very little.
The young man was rather new member. He had been there for a year or two, to get tougher. Yet he had already broken the most important rule - not to have a relationship - twice.
When he had visited the valley below the mountains to find something to eat (as a part of his training), he had met a beautiful young girl and fallen in love with her. That time he hadn't realise that love and relationships were a taboo in the community, he was young and naive, after all.
When the eldest of the community found out his secret, they decided that they had to punish them, just like everyone committing that crime. They brought the couple to the cliff and pushed the girl down to death. The young man was forced to look the entire time, yet he couldn't do anything, as he was tied. He cried and cursed and blamed himself for being stupid, naive and weak.
Life continued as usual. The man, now more scarred and quiet, was still a member of that community. He was a good member, actually. He was very good hunter and new pretty much about the plants growing in the valley - partially thanks to the girl he had been in love with.
The spring came and again he was wandering in the valley. He chose a wrong path and came to a village. When he was about to turn around and go back he met a young peasant woman.
Things do happen and that's natural. The young man just couldn't understand, why in spite of his decision, he still made the same mistake, now even worse way.
They were punished just like before. The young man this time just got more cynical and decided to stay completely emotionless, just like he was supposed to be.
But life isn't that simple. He then met a man a bit older than him - a smith. The smith had an adopted son and the young man made friends with them. Slowly he realised he was in love with the man and wanted to be a part of his family. The smith didn't have a wife or anything, he just had adopted an orphan boy. The feelings were mutual and everything felt beautiful. The young man told about his traumas and losses and the smith comforted him. The smith had seen plenty of bad things too, although he didn't talk about that so much.
No matter how they wanted to keep it as a secret, they got caught. The community members started to talk, whether they should give even more serious punishment to the young man, as he apparently never learnt his lesson, and therefore he was supposed to push the smith and his son from the cliff. The night before the execution the young man cried and couldn't sleep at all. He was just thinking about how he's going to lose his beloved ones again and he didn't want to accept it.
The next morning they were standing on the cliff. The smith was quiet and serious and the son was sobbing as he hugged him. The young man stepped a forward, shaking. He didn't want to kill them, but he had to...
Finally one of the older members got annoyed and pushed the smith and the son from the cliff.
The young man jumped from the cliff and died.
Nice dream huh? Maybe I should write an actual story about this...