Dreams

I had another one of those dreams the other day, one of those ones that demand to be writen. It made less sence than some of the others that always insist on bugging me, but it had enough of a plot and some characters who struck me. But anyway, I figured I might do a listing of those dreams that need to be written, so that they bug me more. Which I don't realy want, but hell maybe this will satisfy them?

Sometimes I wish my imagination was less inventive, or at least less insistant that I turn every dream into a novel.

So here are the dreams I need to write, with a short (I hope) description, a few of my most vividly remembered scenes, and whatever other details I stick in.

The most recent dream which has not been named yet.

Not sure where exactly this one started. I know there was alot of the start which has completely evaporated from my memory. I was engaged to a man who I was completely in love with. I know that much, I completely adored him, and had known I would marry him for years. Anyway, we had finally gotten engaged, and where going to be married in a year. But I started being odd, having realllly bad mood swings, and I mean realy bad, to the point of losing control of my actions completely. I also started to have a feeling that it was something to do with my grandfather.

In this world each little setlement had a guardian who had magical? power, and defended the setlement, or sought to extend its powers by defeating neigboring guardians and taking their magic, wich was symbolised by a stone. Apparently anyone who had this power is somehow bound to the mountains/cliff faces, and as you move further from your own you get weaker, making gaining more power very dangerous.

Anyway, it got to the point where I knew I had to talk to my grandfather, and my fience insisted on coming with me. We climbed the mountain/cliff face (I'm realy unsure of which it was) it was realy beautiful, but the higher we got, the narrower the path became. There wher seventeen levels, which where flatter areas where my grandfather grazed his goats, or grew vegetables, or whatever. On one there was a realy beautiful waterfall and a pool, surounded by trees. We got to the point where the path was realy narrow, and I was freaking apparently afraid of heights. I decided to talk to my grandfather alone.

When he saw me he reacted by swearing atrociously, telling me that I should not have come, and then softening and telling me that I should have sent 'my boy' up and waited on a lower level. I told him why I had come and he got all cold on me again. Eventualy he told me that I was inheriting the stone thing, which I was somewhat happy about, but he was horrified. I found out why when he told me it would ruin my life. I couldn't marry. I would be bound to the mountain, it would be years becore I could visit the town and I wouldn't be myself when I did. "Mood swings are nothing." He also told me that my boy would marry someone else, but that he loved me, so his life was ruined as well, he'd never be happy, and eventualy he would come to me, and I better damn well do the right thing.

I was very upset, and my grandfather explained the rest of what I needed to know, and then gave me the damned stone. And told me I was the first woman guardian in a couple of decades. "Congratulations, your now chief midwife of the whole of everywhere. Don't bloody know why, but try to act the part." great. thanks. He told me he was going to seek another stone, and then he left. My boy came up eventualy, and I told him about what had happened, and cried alot.

He left and told everyone what had happened. He also tried to insist on getting married to me, which resulted on my mother visiting me on the top level (I couldn't go down at all) and telling me 50 reasons why I shouldn't make him marry me. Including the point of me living on a mountain. She left, and I told him the wedding was off.

Skip a few years, and some realy terrible emotional adjustments, and I can now travel all over the mountain freely. I havn't seen my boy in 3 years. I get bored, ALOT. And content myself by building things on the different levels. Because I can't leave the mountain, the only people who I get to see are pregnant women who come to me for advice. They have told me all about my boys wife, who I knew vaugley, and who EVERYONE likes, which of cource just makes me like her less. Shes all politicly involved, and clever and pretty and I hate her. Anyway, shes already had two kids but didn't come to me. She only comes to me cause she thinks something is wrong. My boy stays a way down the mountain.

She had a baby boy, who was born horribly deformed (that image is bloody haunting me) and he wasn't breathing, and she was crying at me to save him. And it was horrible because I knew I could. I was about to, and then it hit me that the boy would never walk, that he would be completely dependant on his parents, that his brain had been damaged by the time hed spent deprived of oxygen, and that he would be a trap for his parents and for himself. So I let him die, cause I knew as much as his parents might hate me for letting him die, they would hate me more when they realised what it cost them to have him live.

We cried on eachothers shoulders and I realised I didn't hate her so much. I went down a level and collected my man, and it was horrible cause I was all guilty and so was he. He looked after her and they left. But he came back, and we talked alot. He helped me off the mountain for the first time, and it went ok till I lost control and turned into some kind of animal and lost my mind and when running back. But he came back again and told me I should try and heal my relationship with his wife because she would be a great ally.

(Ah crap, I fail at the short bit) Well things went brilliantly because I manged to get pregnant to him. Whoot. Ah fuck. My grandfather turned up and went off at me for being a complete idiot. *EDIT* I begged him to tell me how I could give up the powers. And he told me, that I would have to give them to the person in the village who had the most pottential power. And then he told me that it was my man. So I was absolutly trapped. Give it up and ruin his life? His kids lives? We had been traped from the start. Either he would have the power or I would. *EDIT* He then disapeared promptly. I realised that I'd have to give the child up, and knew I had to give it to them to raise. I went down the mountain by myself and told them, and his wife amazingly agreed to raise the child, though there was some serious spite in her eyes.

And then when He was helping me back to the mountain, theres this salesman, who claims to be christopher tolkien, who was selling 'new' tolkien books. I had an argument with him about the difference between his father writing stuff and him writing stuff. Then I picked up a book and discovered that it was the lord of the rings, but only books one and 6, and in the middle instead of the rest of the books are the words "And stuff happens." I dropped the book and punched him in the jaw, and then went to punch him again and he bloody caught my puches which was so wrong, I had the gem. OH CRAP. He's a freaking guardian, he must have taken the powers from somewhere else, cause hes more powerful than me. In fact hes beating the shit out of me. Opps. Also: WAKE UP TIME. Arg. Now I need to work out what happens. Damn it.

Also, I need sleep so am going to bed, I'll continue what will probably be an insanely long post tomorrow.

Yes, added a crucial bit which I knew but somehow forgot. Whoot.