i'm sane. maybe?
Nov. 13th, 2005 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
highlyeccentricI had a full-on Gothic dream last night...
I and my knightly companion had to take refuge in this deserted cathedral one evening. It was gorgeous, all ornate wood and gemstones and so on. We were let in by a woman in a really ornate dress, with flaming red hair. I think she was the curator or something, which just goes to show that my dreams are not historically accurate. Anyway, I and my fellow knight (who may have been Steve Helman) clanked into the church, and my companion said something to the woman. Very reluctantly, she lead us to a side chapel with a locked door. She unlocked it with a big key that she carried on her girdle.
She said something along the lines of 'He's in here... But it's the only place with a lit candle.'
So in we go, the woman and I. There's a skeleton lying askew in the corner, with his clothes disentigrated to powder around him. There's a candelabra on a desk, with one candle burning, and a box of matches (my subconsious really isn't historically correct :P) with only one match left.
I take up the candle and start out of the side chapel, going to cross the cathedral to the altar. The candle dies. The woman snatches it back, and blows on it, coaxing it back to life. Now my companion takes it and crosses the hall. He reaches the altar, but for some reason he starts waving the candle around, and it goes out. The woman uses up the match to light it.
This goes on for a little while, until the woman agrees to light one of the other candles in the side chapel. She's worried about using up the candles, apparently we're going to be stuck here for a long time.
Then the dream shifts, and the whole cathedral is brightly lit. There's a confirmation going on, of a huge congregation. I'm in one of the side wings of the cathedral, surrounded by peasants, from a young girl in front of me to an old man on my left. The congregation is being called up alphabetically to be confirmed. As the group in front of me head up to the altar, I'm overcome with forboding.
Between each group, a hymn is sung. As the group before me come back, and the hymn begins, the door at to the right of a altar opens, and a woman comes in. She's dead, decaying, and her body is held together by some sort of glowing red light. I scream, but no one can hear me because of the hymn.
Then things get weird. The whole congregation is under some sort of spell. As the next group move forward to be confirmed, the hymn continues. The dead woman mingles with the group coming forward. She's getting closer and closer to the woman with the red hair, who is conducting the service.
I start pushing through the crowd. The whole congregation suddenly decides there's dance steps to the hymn, and shuffles two steps right. The dead woman uses this to move closer to the altar.
As i reach the front of the crowd, the congregation, including the dead woman, falls to it's knees. Something is dragging at me, dragging me down, but I've already drawn my sword and I fall forward, spearing the dead woman through the chest.
She doesn't die. She can't, she's already dead. She stares back at me, the congregation are screaming, my companion pulls me off, slapping me in the face, demanding to know if i've gone mad. I'm struggling, fighting to reach the dead woman,
and then I woke up.
this dream came after one in which Tock was elected Senior Student, and one in which I was having trouble posting things (parcels, not LJ entries) because I didn't exist.
on the bright side, i definitely do dream in colour.
I and my knightly companion had to take refuge in this deserted cathedral one evening. It was gorgeous, all ornate wood and gemstones and so on. We were let in by a woman in a really ornate dress, with flaming red hair. I think she was the curator or something, which just goes to show that my dreams are not historically accurate. Anyway, I and my fellow knight (who may have been Steve Helman) clanked into the church, and my companion said something to the woman. Very reluctantly, she lead us to a side chapel with a locked door. She unlocked it with a big key that she carried on her girdle.
She said something along the lines of 'He's in here... But it's the only place with a lit candle.'
So in we go, the woman and I. There's a skeleton lying askew in the corner, with his clothes disentigrated to powder around him. There's a candelabra on a desk, with one candle burning, and a box of matches (my subconsious really isn't historically correct :P) with only one match left.
I take up the candle and start out of the side chapel, going to cross the cathedral to the altar. The candle dies. The woman snatches it back, and blows on it, coaxing it back to life. Now my companion takes it and crosses the hall. He reaches the altar, but for some reason he starts waving the candle around, and it goes out. The woman uses up the match to light it.
This goes on for a little while, until the woman agrees to light one of the other candles in the side chapel. She's worried about using up the candles, apparently we're going to be stuck here for a long time.
Then the dream shifts, and the whole cathedral is brightly lit. There's a confirmation going on, of a huge congregation. I'm in one of the side wings of the cathedral, surrounded by peasants, from a young girl in front of me to an old man on my left. The congregation is being called up alphabetically to be confirmed. As the group in front of me head up to the altar, I'm overcome with forboding.
Between each group, a hymn is sung. As the group before me come back, and the hymn begins, the door at to the right of a altar opens, and a woman comes in. She's dead, decaying, and her body is held together by some sort of glowing red light. I scream, but no one can hear me because of the hymn.
Then things get weird. The whole congregation is under some sort of spell. As the next group move forward to be confirmed, the hymn continues. The dead woman mingles with the group coming forward. She's getting closer and closer to the woman with the red hair, who is conducting the service.
I start pushing through the crowd. The whole congregation suddenly decides there's dance steps to the hymn, and shuffles two steps right. The dead woman uses this to move closer to the altar.
As i reach the front of the crowd, the congregation, including the dead woman, falls to it's knees. Something is dragging at me, dragging me down, but I've already drawn my sword and I fall forward, spearing the dead woman through the chest.
She doesn't die. She can't, she's already dead. She stares back at me, the congregation are screaming, my companion pulls me off, slapping me in the face, demanding to know if i've gone mad. I'm struggling, fighting to reach the dead woman,
and then I woke up.
this dream came after one in which Tock was elected Senior Student, and one in which I was having trouble posting things (parcels, not LJ entries) because I didn't exist.
on the bright side, i definitely do dream in colour.
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Date: 2005-11-13 05:37 am (UTC)actually it reminded me of the davinci code for some reason
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