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Dreams ... we all have them. Sleep experts claim that during an eight hour R.E.M cycle the brain conjures twelve dreams a night on average. However, these dreams are not usually the full length movies but the trailers, and most if not all are forgotten upon awaking. They do stay buried deep in the subconscious and occasionally the smallest word, the simplest visual, can bring back a snatch of them. Now read the description.
Write on any 1, 2 or 3 random dreams you have had. They do not have to be recent, but recent is a fresher memory. Poetry or prose. No limit. This is my first challenge in well over a year. I will decide the winner, who will receive a certificate for their work. I will start this off and please... make sure you tag me in the comment box -- @Danceinsilence ... I thank ye kindly. 8=)
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Shardagra in Dreams
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Dreams

June 4th, 2016

I was falling through a void, alone, in silence, but a good sort of silence. I wasn’t afraid, and was wrapped in a blissfully peaceful feeling. The next moment, I was sitting, fully clothed, in the upstairs bathtub, in jeans and a t-shirt. I wasn’t alone. A well-built black woman, arms crossed in a distinctly sassy way, pointed down at me, and, in a commanding voice, said “You need to shave ’yo legs!”

January 5th, 2019

A roughly three-part dream, which was incredibly disjointed, and that I only really remember in bullet-point form, which included:

Trying to save two cedar trees from being taken down to make a chicken barn on a property that was very similar to the property of some old friends.

An abrupt shift of perspective/dream/topic

Climbing a mountain on horseback (the horses looked like fjord horses) to go to another place for some sort of gathering. The place was a village built on stilts on the edge of a permanently frozen ice lake. We looked like vikings. I remember thinking the saddles were super cool.

Betraying that place, sending in two giant elephants (think lord of the rings style Oliphants) while watching from above on a nearby cliff where our camp was

Being horrified about that as the elephants demolished the badly built town.

Apathetic comrades

Chaos. Fire, for some reason, burning the buildings.

The sudden appearance of zombie ghosts. Two took possession of the elephants.

?????

Zombie ghost king appearing, along with its ‘pet’, a Lich dragon that was huge, that it had possessed. The dragon was made out of bones, and lit on fire. The fire was green.

More chaos.

Another abrupt perspective shift

Watching all this from above on the back of a small dragon with triceratops-style horns. On this dragon was me, apparently now a dragon rider, as well as a very pretty princess, and my solider buddy from when we were climbing mountains on horses. We were scared.

Forgetting the zombie dragon king, flying super high, diving super fast.

Fourth random perspective shift

I was a small blue dragon, inside some tunnels leading up to the ice lake town, hiding. I was scared and hiding as I watched a huge zombie dragon clawing its way to the surface through the tunnels.

Then I woke up.

March ? 2020

I dreamed I was wandering around a strange place. It was roughly square shaped, and looked like an outdoor night market straight out of a story book, arranged around the empty square space, that I instinctively knew was a void. Around this square and pointing inwards towards it were all kinds of openings. I remember some - a tunnel of fabrics, a huge oak door that was stories tall, as well as a square that led to only a different kind of black void. We (A group of around 5, made up of people I don’t recall) were looking for something. We searched through the marketplace, looking into the openings, but not finding anything really. All the doors opened into different spaces, mostly small rooms - A ship’s cabin, a forest, a whimsical room from a Bed and Bath I’d stayed at in the past, and a storage closet. There were hundreds. We eventually saw other people, from every imaginable setting, also looking for something, not pausing. The only one who did was a kind faced man who was wearing an antique diver’s suit, who simply nodded at us. Eventually, we came to a opening that lead into a fortune teller’s tent, dark and covered in fabrics. The fortune teller convinced us to look into her crystal ball. I looked, and saw something....

I can’t remember what I saw.

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