Thursday, Feb 5th, 2009

It is a beautiful day - green grass, blue skies, the ground is a bit chill, but the air pleasantly warm. Ethan and I are driving down my parent's street. I think we are holding hands. We stop and I get out and lay face-first in the cool grass. I remark that today is a day for taking pictures, and I want to capture it. Ethan calls from the car, which is a red convertible hovercraft, and says that we will go get my camera so that we can remember it.

The dream changes.

I am a warrior. A man. I have gone to fight a witch. I have lost to her before and, in fact, I have had this dream before. The difference here is that instead of it being just me, eight other warriors have joined my quest to defeat her.

It is dark, like an old dark wooden tavern. Yet we are outside in an area with bleachers. The witch is there, but she rings a bell and tells us to hurry and get into these giant plastic trash cans. We obey, but I am not fast enough. The undead come out. They want our flesh and they paw at the trash cans. Because I was late, my can falls over while I am getting in and I desperately try to hold on to the top. Some of their fingers pry though and one scrapes me against my shoulder, going straight through my clothes and turning a length of my skin to burning, bubbling acid.
The witch has helped us because she, unlike us, can fly... yet she is just as afraid of the undead. Besides, her quarrel is with us, and she wants to have it out, not have it ruined by zombies.
The bell rings and we crawl out. Two of us had decided not to get into the trash cans because they did not trust the witch. The were dead on the ground, mutilated.
There is somewhat of a bar there and I go towards it. Above I see a chandelier made of a huge wooden wagon wheel. Attached to it are both dead bodies and zombies who have not left yet. I start shooting them with my arrows.
The witch rings the bell again - the zombies are coming - but this time, I do not have enough time to hide. I decided to stay and fight as best I can. They come at me fast and with sharp swords, but I have magic and I use my force push to push them away. They keep coming and are relentless. I kill some with my arrows, but they are getting close when the bell rings and they back off, fading away. I race back to the bleachers and find that the other 6 are wriggling into the ground under the bleachers, all I can see are their butts wiggling in the air. They have been turned into zombies. I am sad because I am sure that I will probably not survive, but valiantly I want to stay and fight the witch. She must go because she is connected to the zombies. No witch, no zombies. The witch smiles at me because she knows I have lost before. She is green and blue and tattered and has grey crazy hair. Like most mortal enemies, we are friends, and she feels slightly bad that she will have to destroy me.
The bell rings again and the scene fades away.


I wake up.