Usually when I have weird dreams, I just shrug them off, or at most have a chuckle over how silly or peculiar they are. This one was different, for some reason I can't really explain. Some of the details are a bit hazy, so bear with me while I do my best to recount what took place.
I remember walking around the grounds of a big stone castle. The castle was very tall, but had little to do with the dream, other than being a setting. The castle sat on a large flat ledge on sheer cliffs. So behind the castle, cliffs reached up beyond vision, and there were cliffs going down in front of the castle. I remember looking down the cliffs into darkness, but there were many waterfalls and tiny ledges. At one point I fell down, and had to climb back up, which was surprisingly easy.
All over the grounds different deity's walked around. No one told me this, it's just one of those things you just know in a dream. They didn't look glamorous or powerful, just regular people, but I knew them to be gods or at least beings more powerful than myself. Most of this dream left me in an observational point of view, and not taking part. I was like an invisible spectator. I saw two gnomish looking gentleman talking, and felt compelled to eavesdrop. They were short in stature, and had long beards. One had a brown beard and the other had a white beard. They seemed extremely melancholy, and talked about how it was nearly time. The brown bearded one seemed reluctant to continue with whatever their plan was, but the white bearded chap argued that they had no choice. They seemed to resign themselves to this doom, whatever it was, and I felt how terribly sad and afraid they were. They went and sat by a brook that led to a waterfall off the cliffs. They washed their hands and faces, and once again the brown bearded chap needed encouragement to continue. They both seemed to agree that what they were doing was a) wrong, b) damning them, and c) unavoidable. The pain they felt and I shared was heavy.
Then a young girl approached them. She was probably between eight and ten years old and had the look of a princess without being gaudy or pretentious. Just extremely calming and wonderful to be around. The bearded chaps seemed happier to see her. She told them it was time, and the pain came back, but they nodded agreement. They went to either side of her, each grabbing one of her arms with both hands. They took her to the brook and drowned her. It was terrible. Not that it was graphic, or violent (she didn't even struggle, and the poor bearded chaps wept so hard) just terribly sad. She floated down the brook face down and over the side of the cliff she went.
At that moment there was a flash above the castle, and a shout. The three of us looked up and saw a woman, clothed in a soft pink gown slowly flying down from the parapets. Her wrath was terrible, and as I looked into her eyes I knew that I was no longer a passive spectator. She came down on us with such anger, and such hatred. None of us fled, though I wanted to. The bearded chaps just stood there, weeping and waiting for their punishment. I was going to protest, and claim my innocence in the matter, but I couldn't, or wouldn't. I seemed to know that she would not listen, and that somehow I was guilty.
Things got hazy around there, in my memory at least. I remember coming back to my body, where I was sleeping in bed, and drawing power from myself. I remember being sucked back into the dream, but being told by either myself or my cat, Nimue, to remember something. I think it was the power I had just grabbed.
I came back to the queen, but now we were in a car, and I was the little girl. The queen and the two bearded chaps were in the car, the queen driving. I remembered my power then, and all I could think to do was push out with it. Pink and blue bolts of lightning filled the car, and I remember the brown bearded chap smiling, and the white bearded chap trying to stop me. The queen screamed at me, and I was so afraid of her and felt so small that all my power drained.
It was snowing, and I was wearing a snowsuit, while the others wore coats and toques. We stopped to get gas. The queen made the bearded chaps wait in the car to watch me. They stared at me. The white bearded one told me that this was fate, and we could not escape it. I looked at their sad eyes, and again remembered my power. A thought entered my mind, that was overwhelming. Nothing could stop me from walking away. I opened the car door and got out. They didn't try to stop me. The queen came after me, but I climbed over a steep snowbank and disappeared into the storm, while she screamed and raged behind me.
Then I woke up. That's it.
More happened, in different spots in there, but I can't remember.
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