Another dream recording. You can ignore them if you want, but im going to start posting my dreams here for you to enjoy at your leasure. They will be long and mispelled, as Ill be typing them after immediately waking up with no spell check. I know there are websites for this, but I thought some here would like to read them, plus the facebook app on my phone is more convinient for groggy me. So. Without further adieu. We exit the limo with bags in tow. I in my casual black T shirt and tan cargo shorts, and he covered head to toe in his black hide me getup. We stay in a log cabin in the woods this time. Its easily accessable by the the highway, yet the back yard holds a vast grove of many treasures to be found. It has two buildings. The main building has a large living room area, and it looks like a modern day country home with its quilted blankets and woodland colors, but contrasts nicely with the large flatscreen tv (complete with random tech in the glass cabinets of its armoire). This home has four seperate rooms, the kitchen is blended in with the living room. These rooms are accessed by hallways, 2 to each side of the house. The layout is akin to a bop-it toy. On the left is my room and a bathroom, the right holds his room and a laundry room. Straight out of the back door, you see a small hot-tub for four, and a large pool, and the second building. I dont know whats in there. Probably pool supplies. The pools overlook a beautiful, vibrant grove. We sit atop a hill, and to access it requires traversing a narrow stone stairway that winded down. Every color was glowing. The bark of the trees glowed amber to bond beautifully with the emerald grass and treetops. Amethyst flowers dot the ground, and man-sized, bright blue crystals jutted out of the ground sporraticly. The grove was not lonely. We were greeted by a large, docile stone spider with shiny blue eyes, and down the path, a topaz hued drakeling pranced along with a bear giving off a strange ruby hue. Neither of us noticed the giant stone spider (of no glow) slink quickly to its cave on the side of the path down. We return to the house, he and I, and its now night time. Strangely enough, the varitable light show outside didnt glow into our dark rooms. We try flipping on switches yet nothing worked. Our first night in and the power was out. We and he heads to his room while i head outside to the electrical box to show off my handy-man skills. A movement inside. A wave of danger fills me over. It wasnt him, for he was much larger than that. Would i fail in my promise to protect him? I try to yell but my voice struggles, in classic dream fashion, to release. I take action and run into the dark house. The human assassin sees me and tries to flea. I hit her in the back of the head as she leaps out of the window. I follow. How does he not hear this? She gets into her truck, i do not let her close the door. She panics as I beat her with my hands. She flicks open a long rod and swats me with it, yelling as she realize her weapon has no effect. Silver? Does she think Im one too? It matters not, a second car pulls up and three suited men, indigo hued, with the same rods leap from the car. Now its my turn to panic as I rush to put myself between them and the door. . .we all stop silent at his roar. It was countryside pitch-black. Only lit by the stars and moonlight, but youd be blind to not see him. A silver glow exploded the ground beside me as his fur gave off the warmth i loved. He roars again as the assailants real in fear. Their target woke up. It matters not if you be awake or sleep, the prince be slain tonight!, shouts the woman in a heavy southern draw. I silently take to my fighting stance to ready battle, as my royal charge growls beside me. The battle is swift, only 30 seconds, yet the adrennaline forces it seem longer. I take the three on the right as he mauls the woman. Normally itd be different, but with silver rods involved, its best i handle the group. We watch their bodys fade to ash as the sun returns, the authorities deal with the womans corpse, and assure us that well be moved to a safer place this time. We return inside, and begin the routine. Straight to the large bathroom, and clean the blood off quickly before it matts in his fur. I have to use a specially scented shampoo or he gets agitated, OCD about the silkiness of his coat. The steam fills the room, and he breaks. Weeping at how we couldve lost our lives again. I calm the prince in my chest, and the cycle begins again. Just how long will it circle until he takes his rightful place upon the throne? It doeant matter. This servant shall keep to his duty. Even past the end of time.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 13:14:30 +0000
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