So, I figured that since I am going through a spell of remembering my dreams at the current time more than I normally do that I would write them down, at least the parts that remain PG-13 or lower. Some pieces may also be withheld so that I can still look my friends in the eyes if they should ever read them.
{I cannot remember the first part of the dream. My memory picks up where I am at a girl’s house.}
I am younger (probably early 20’s) and I have just taken out a girl (eldest of 5, don’t ask me how I knew, I just did; she was around 25) and we had spent the day together with a sort of party at their house. It felt a bit like the movie “The Virgin Suicides.” Before I leave, we share a brief kiss.
So, after having a great time (or so I thought), I show up the next day and the girls are packing and getting ready to leave for something as I approach the door to their home. They live in an urban area with houses sharing common walls (think the house in “Full House”). However, the setting and now clothing of the girls all match WWII era (think “Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe” opening scenes).
So, I asked the girl that I had went out with where they were going. She looks around as a response and I see the devastation to many of the surrounding buildings from German bombing raids (it is now definitely supposed to be London). I ask her about our last couple of days together and she smiles, then looks around and looks around at the buildings in rubble.
I ask her what I will do without her (there is more behind this question than I knew at the moment). She looks thoughtful for a few seconds and then quickly moves over to the 2nd oldest sister and whispers something in her ear. They smile at each other and then they both make their way over to the car (a British car of some sort with boxes and bags tied to the top).
They make some quick movements and before I know it, the eldest is rushing towards me with something large and green. I am holding onto the post on their doorstep with my back to the door and this time. The eldest girl gets within about five feet from me and stops suddenly. Immediately, whatever she was ushering my way is now moving quickly in my direction.
I notices that the object is actually human, and reach out my arm to catch her as she is rapidly stumbling towards the door from her sister’s push. I catch her in the crook of my arm with her right side to my view. She has her head lowered trying to catch her breath and compose herself. I curl her around a bit to see who it is and it is the youngest of the sisters (approximately 18, pervs).
She slowly lifts her head up and then her eyes slowly scan up to my face. (Her sister was about 4 inches taller than me, but she is about 4 inches shorter.) (She has mid-to-long length golden redish curly hair, sparking emerald green eyes, and is wearing a tight bodice, poofy skirt sparking emerald green dress with matching heels.) As her gaze reaches mine, I saw here eyes sparkle and I smile. She smiles back and it is a smile that seems to light up the entire street. My heart starts beating fast as I squeeze her in closer and she puts her right arm around me as well.
During this time, 2nd oldest sister had removed her luggage and dropped it 10 feet behind her. As I looked up from our embrace, I saw that the sisters were all now in the car. I turned the youngest around as her sisters all were smiling and waving out the windows and saying goodbye. They then honked twice and took off down the road.
There is then a cut and we are now in a small bedroom with two beds, and a dresser.
I am talking to my brother, (not my brother in real life, but I knew in my dream that it was my brother) and in the meantime was taking a long sword from my bed and unsheathing it.
There was a man (think fantasy Michael Caine) who was telling us about our training and having to be prepared. (We were heading out on a training mission preparing to fight some sort of underground beasts.) My brother and I frantically look around the room (still WWII era London) looking for our armor and gear for the training.
As the trainer berates us for our unpreparedness, the young girl (soon to be my wife) lightly dusting the dresser and giggling at every insult. I move over to her and spin her around. I then say something like, “Why do you insist on mocking me? You know it makes me crazy.” She then gives a goofy smile and all the impatience and frustration melts away. She then stands up on her toes and gives me a quick kiss. She then winks, gives a little chuckle and turns back around, to continue with her “dusting” aka humorous listening.
We quickly depart to go to our training and my heart is full and uplifted by this new nymph that has entered my life.
Possible Influences:
Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (movie)
Michael Caine (possibly from Batman: The Dark Knight)
Pride and Prejudice (currently reading book)
Virgin Suicides (movie)
Hellboy II: Curse of the Golden Army (just saw movie)
Pan’s Labyrinth (possibly due to just seeing Hellboy II: Curse of the Golden Army
Kirsten Dunst (from Interview with the Vampire and Virgin Suicides)Rachel Hurd-Wood (from An American Haunting / Perfume: The Story of a Murder)
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