Last few months have left me in a bewildering state solely because of my dream world. If anybody here is good at at analyzing dreams, give me some answers, I'd appreciate them :D
In the summer I had a dream, where I worked in a castle as a consultant to the king. He was actually quite a normal guy, we had interesting conversations about everyday life and what should be changed for the people to have an easier life.
The army consisted of men dressed in blue and red uniforms with masks which covered their whole face and they only had one sword. You could not tell one soldier from another by appearance even if you tried.
One night the enemy breached our walls but very silently. They dressed the same as our army and were therefor impossible to tell apart. What happened was that everyone started fighting everyone, which of course turned into a bloodbath. But, there was one difference. If you cut one of our soldiers, he would draw blood, but if you struck the opposition, they'd turn into blocks of stone and fall apart. When I realized this in my dream, I woke up.
A few months before, I dreamed I was going out for a quiet drink with my friends at one of our usual pubs in town. I was sure they'd be there. It was spring, everything was blooming and full of life, but when I arrived there, everything was covered in a thick fog, which distorted the view. I was the only one in the pub, besides two elder gentlemen sitting a few tables away from me.
I thought nothing of it, the first thing which surprised me was the fact the waitress brought me coffee without me asking for it, she said nothing, didn't leave a check or even made eye contact. By this point I was getting annoyed that no one showed up, so I started eavesdropping on the two gentlemen. It was then that I realized that they were looking at me the whole time and were talking about me. One of them was dressed in white with a small beard, the other wore darker clothes and had short, black hair.
The black one said: "What do you think he should be, a doctor, a lawyer?"
The white one replied: "No, no, no, you know he hates offices, he's a creative type, likes music and drawing, that sort of thing, he should go into that field."
"Yeah, you're right, he'd be perfected at that."
I was really shocked at what I heard and kind of offended (don't really know why), so I went to their table to stop this conversation. I walked up to them and said "Excuse me, but who the hell are you to talk about me like this?"
They gave me one of those laughs the parents give to their children when they ask something which is so obvious to them. They looked at each other and back at me, still laughing and the white one said: "Well,...if you really must know...your grandparents would call me God."
To which the black one replied: "They have plenty of names for me, but you can call me whatever you want, I think you get the picture."
And I wasn't even startled, I was starstruck. I had so many questions for the both of them. You know, the usual, meaning of life, that sort of stuff and they answered. After what seemed an hour of talking, "God" told me that it was time for me to wake up, my friends weren't coming anyway. He actually said wake up.
I stood up to walk away happily with all the answers everyone is seeking for, when I heard a voice behind me and it was "God" again: "Oh, by the way, all the philosophical questions you asked, those will be erased from your mind, you don't need those. The ones about your life will remain."
I looked at him with disappointment, they waved goodbye and I woke up. A few months later I applied to go to the Academy of Design, which was a long-shot, but I got accepted.
There were plenty more dreams I could talk about, but that's enough for now. I'm sorry to waste your time, since this is quite a long blog, but thanks for reading :)
