Antoninus
December 14th, 2003, 03:25 PM
I had a dream about a week ago, and for the life of me I cannot decypher what it means. Ive been through COUNTLESS dream-dictionaries and cant find one scrap of meaning. Everything contradicts everything else.
Im on a huge grassy plain. Around me are a group of people, were all dressed in armor, leather armor, a few of them have chainmail but for the most part, were all dressed in leather armor. We have a huge assortment of weapons, axes, swords, spears, knives, polearms. I didnt count exactly but Id say the group was maybe 500. So it looks like its an army. About half a mile down the plain, is annother "army". THIS one is huge, maybe 2000 in all. Shining plate-mail, glistening swords, huge war-horses and rows and rows of archers. The other army had banners, but they were just black, no designs, no decorations, no nothing. I drew my sword and charged foreward, the rest of the people followed me, yelling and screaming. I saw the archers lean back and loose thier arrows. I saw them arc and then descend down ontop of us. I thought "Thats it, were toast". But I felt an arrow slam into my chest, it sliced through my armor and into my body. But there was no pain. No blood, no pain, nothing. I looked around and saw the other soldiers stuck with arrows, but no blood, and no screams of pain. A man right next to me simply ripped an arrow out of his neck and kept on running. The front colum of footsoldiers of the opposing army charged out to meet us and we clashed together. Remember the movie Braveheart? That was what it was like. I saw a sword comming at me and it slid right into my stomach, again, no pain, no blood. I...dispatched the swordsman and removed the sword. Not even a mark on my flesh. A few seconds later, I turned and an axe came swinging at my throat. Then I thought "Ok, this is IT, NO way Im gonna survive this." It passed right through my neck, the flesh mending itself almost instantly after the blade passed through. The "enemy's" footsoldiers fell, the mounted knights came at us, we slaughtered them. The archers turned to retreat but they never made it. We pounced on them and that was the end. I turned and looked back after the last soldier had fallen, and not one single person of the army I was fighting with was dead, not even wounded! It was JUST like Braveheart, the ground was covered in the dead and soaked in blood. But I didnt feel repulsed or sad. I sat down on a rock and looked over to my side, and one of the soldiers that I had fought next to took off her helment (Yes her) and she looked EXACTLY like my fiancee. She looked at me, smiled, and the dream ends.
What do you think this could mean, or is it just my immagination going wild?
Im on a huge grassy plain. Around me are a group of people, were all dressed in armor, leather armor, a few of them have chainmail but for the most part, were all dressed in leather armor. We have a huge assortment of weapons, axes, swords, spears, knives, polearms. I didnt count exactly but Id say the group was maybe 500. So it looks like its an army. About half a mile down the plain, is annother "army". THIS one is huge, maybe 2000 in all. Shining plate-mail, glistening swords, huge war-horses and rows and rows of archers. The other army had banners, but they were just black, no designs, no decorations, no nothing. I drew my sword and charged foreward, the rest of the people followed me, yelling and screaming. I saw the archers lean back and loose thier arrows. I saw them arc and then descend down ontop of us. I thought "Thats it, were toast". But I felt an arrow slam into my chest, it sliced through my armor and into my body. But there was no pain. No blood, no pain, nothing. I looked around and saw the other soldiers stuck with arrows, but no blood, and no screams of pain. A man right next to me simply ripped an arrow out of his neck and kept on running. The front colum of footsoldiers of the opposing army charged out to meet us and we clashed together. Remember the movie Braveheart? That was what it was like. I saw a sword comming at me and it slid right into my stomach, again, no pain, no blood. I...dispatched the swordsman and removed the sword. Not even a mark on my flesh. A few seconds later, I turned and an axe came swinging at my throat. Then I thought "Ok, this is IT, NO way Im gonna survive this." It passed right through my neck, the flesh mending itself almost instantly after the blade passed through. The "enemy's" footsoldiers fell, the mounted knights came at us, we slaughtered them. The archers turned to retreat but they never made it. We pounced on them and that was the end. I turned and looked back after the last soldier had fallen, and not one single person of the army I was fighting with was dead, not even wounded! It was JUST like Braveheart, the ground was covered in the dead and soaked in blood. But I didnt feel repulsed or sad. I sat down on a rock and looked over to my side, and one of the soldiers that I had fought next to took off her helment (Yes her) and she looked EXACTLY like my fiancee. She looked at me, smiled, and the dream ends.
What do you think this could mean, or is it just my immagination going wild?