More strange dreams

[fbhjr]

I’m not sure if this is part of the fey duel dream I had last week, or my
mind is just stuck on the idea of duels lately.
But, last night I had two duel related dreams that seem to be sort of
sequential with each other and last week.

I dreamed that a group of people had come back to arrange for the actual
duel I had agreed to before. To make sure everything was OK for all, they
rented a hotel near an ancient monastery where the dream would be held.
I was allowed to bring anyone I wanted to the duel.
My wife and I showed up at the hotel with our big bag of swords and were
shown to a very nice room.
I was taken to the monastery to see where the duel would be fought. They
showed me a large, enclosed, garden area very much like the ones we saw at
the Cloisters museum earlier this month.
(http://www.fbhjr.livejournal.com/922741.html )
I told my hosts that this would be acceptable.
They brought me over to meet the person I would be fighting in the duel.
It was a woman made up in Balinese dancer makeup with a very large curved
sword balanced on her head as she danced in one corner of the monastery.
I bowed to her, but she did not acknowledge my presence.
I was not offended as she was clearly very intent on the dance she was
doing.

I went back to the hotel to pick out which swords I would use.
“She’s got a very large sword and she’s a dancer,” I told my wife. “So,
I’m sure she’s very fast and flexible. I think I want a sword in each hand
to counter that.”
She agreed and we pulled out all the swords in our bag. I had a very
specific combination of swords I want to use. One short wide blade for my
left hand that would be good for blocking and a long thin one in my right
hand for attacking.
They were not in the bag.
(In real life the long thin one broke several years ago and has not yet
been repaired. The short wide one I haven’t used in a while as we’ve been
concentrating on historical methods and I don’t have any books on that sort
of blade.)

I went back to the monastery to complain.
“The swords I want to use in the duel are missing,” I told the monk who
greeted me. “I was assured I could use any swords I wished for this duel.”
“Your blades are not missing,” he assured me. “Perhaps you did not look
hard enough.”

As I got ready to leave, I saw some monks setting up a lot of chairs. I
asked what was going on and was told there was a large interest in the duel
and lots of people were going to come and watch it.
Because of that, they were going to move it to another courtyard where more
spectators could see.
This one was of a similar design, but much smaller. Maybe 10 feet (3M)
across and 20 feet (6M) long.
“I guess I can manage here,” I told the monk. “But, I’d rather have more
room than less.”
As I said it, they began to set up chairs inside the courtyard.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We need more chairs for spectators,” he said.
“But, this is where we’re going to fight,” I said.
“They will get a good view.”
The chairs were now set up with only a small aisle running up the middle. I
couldn’t swing my arms at all without hitting chairs.
“This is not acceptable,” I said. “I need more room than this.”
“Take care of your swords,” he said. “Where you fight is my
responsibility.”

I went back to the hotel and looked in the sword bag again. I found two
very short thin swords or long knives depending on how you’d look at them.
They are about the length of my forearm with a plain wooden handle and very
flat thin blades. The look almost like long butter knives with an almost
oval shaped blade.
I put them down on the floor and stepped back away from them.

They are the dream knives I used in several fights back in the 1990’s in
dreams I had then. They are sharper than lightsabers and cut through stone
and metal as if they were warm butter not hard materials. It’s been more
than 15 years since I’ve seen them in my dreams.
I have never used them in a dream where I didn’t wake up horrified at the
damage they did to the person I was fighting.

If I needed them for this fight, I was in a whole lot of trouble.

I woke up to the sound of my wife swearing. It’s not clear to me if she
was swearing in the dream because she also recognized the knives, or if she
was swearing in real life because she couldn’t get to sleep.
But, when I woke up, she was awake.
I did my best to fall back asleep quickly and try to rejoin that dream.
I didn’t quite get there.

I dreamed I was in some sort of barn that was full of different pieces of
wood. And, I mean full. There was hardly room for anyone to walk in there.
I was there with the Doctor from Doctor Who. (12th version played on TV by
Peter Capaldi.)
“What are we doing here?” I asked him.
“What you need to fight this duel is a good pair of sticks,” he told me.
“We’ve got to find you just the right ones.”
He started digging through the piles of wood to either side of the barn and
throwing sticks all over the place.
“I was going to use my swords,” I told him.
“That’s what they expect you to do!” He said. “You’ve got to do the
unexpected!”
“Fighting them with sticks would be unexpected,” I agreed. “I don’t think
they expect me to go in there swinging a baseball bat.”
He turned and looked at me.
“Don’t you mean cricket bat?” he asked.
“I’m a Yank,” I said.
“Oh, I see,” he said and began to dig through more of the wood.
I picked up a few pieces of wood that were about bat sized and swung them
around. They were square, so I couldn’t get a good grip on them. And, I
didn’t feel good swinging them.
“I think I’d be better off with the swords.”
“There’s nothing like a good stick,” he said. “Even my sonic doesn’t work
on a stick.”
“But, they’re fey,” I said. “They’re all about nature and wood. Wouldn’t
this help them, not hurt them?”
“Wood is simple. Wood is basic. That’s what you need for this!”
Enough of the wood had been cleared on the right side that I could see a
door in the wall. I moved the rest of the wood in front of it and pulled
it open.
There was a dark room on the other side where the only light was a few rays
of sun coming in from holes in the outer wall.
“What’s in here?” I asked and walked in.
Dream ends.

The Doctor Who this weekend involved a lot of wood. And, it was mentioned
that the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver won’t work on wood.
So, that’s probably what got me connecting him and wood.
I have no idea why he’s gotten into this continuing series of dreams about
duels.

On the first one I don’t know what was up with that either.
Yesterday at sword practice we were talking about the hotel we’d be staying
at down south. And, it was only a few weeks ago I was at a garden modeled
after a monastery. But, I’m not sure how all of that fits together.

The only time those ultra sharp knives have shown up in my dreams have been
times that I have been really upset about things.
Last time they showed up I was fighting Mordred who had the face of one of
my best friends. That friend went on to be one of the ones who betrayed me
and now I have nothing to do with anymore.
I hope their showing up again is not a bad sign.

Comments

[postingwhore.livejournal.com]

That friend went on to be one of the ones who betrayed me and now I have nothing to do with anymore.
Have you written about this before?

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

I know I've mentioned it, but not gone into huge detail:
http://fbhjr.livejournal.com/468830.html

[hindustar.livejournal.com]

I hope nothing horrible is about to happen to you in real life too.

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I also hope nothing bad will happen in real life.
But, none of the signs are there for that. Doesn't mean it won't happen of course.
But, none of this makes me worry too much so far.

[endlessblush.livejournal.com]

I like to think that all the horrible things happen in dreams so they don't happen in real life