Within the depths of my subconscious, I flew through what appeared to be a castle-like place and swooped straight into a clearing, with a purple dragon on my left. It was twilight hours as the clouds covered everything in sight. In front of us, there was a gazebo, and a massive garden full of tall hedges, sacred plants/flowers, a patio, and jade green grass. As soon as well landed, there was a flash of red-blue light and we jumped out of the way. Soon there were other dragons that came down and started to attack us. We fly to the left and go above the garden into this safe area where everyone else was. It became apparent to me that we could all shape-shift because I myself and everyone around me could turn into dragons, humans, wolves, and just about anything that existed. The colors of this place were a of dark monochrome and this place again, appeared to be ‘castle-like’ with a whole civilization behind it. I myself and many others gathered up discussing for our next plan of attack. We were colored in red-black-purple colors, sometimes blue, and there were several leaders in front of us, holding an old tattered map. We had what appeared to be tattoos/body paint and charms on all of us. I wanted to go out and help, but I was told to maintain the fort and that I needed to stay behind, then I would be able to go when the few leaders get back. The male warriors, dressed with thin armor and paint, spread their wings, and you could hear them boast and brag ever so loudly on how ‘tough’ they were.
Being me, I managed to sneak by not too long after everyone who was assigned to go, left. At first, one of my dear friends who was slender, wore long scarves and had beautiful, long dark hair told me not to go, but I got my gear on and left. I overheard them and a few others telling me to ‘be careful’ as I hopped from the window out into the night. It was soon starting to reach morning, and there was a thick amount of fog around me. I recall being in front of a dojo, colored of black, red, and gold, with rows and rows of ancient dragon/animal statues around the front of these buildings. I heard shuffling around me and whispers, so I hid behind one of the statues. The ‘enemy’ side, colored with primarily blue, black, and bits of white and silver tried to strike at me. I struck back, causing them to fall on their back. They immediately jumped up and I ran between statues defending myself until I overheard some of my comrades saying, “Hey, what are you doing here? Alex you’re not supposed to be here!” The sound of the male warriors trailed off as they flew off, fighting off some of the enemy, up towards the 3rd floor of the dojo. I hung around the statues, waiting for them to come back. I heard more footsteps and saw a few men coming. One of them came up to me and started to speak to me softly and sweetly. (I’ll call him Familiar) Familiar was about 6 ft, had short, blond-brownish hair, Blue-green eyes, medium build, and he was so very kind. This man looked so familiar, and next thing I know, I was getting flashbacks of gold, bright colors. I myself and this man were talking to each other by this water-front, similar to the garden that was there. I could recall how much fun I myself, the man, and a few others had that day. We were a little bit younger than we are now, and this seemed to be before the tension between two sides.
I fell in love with this man again, just like how I did within those flashbacks. Familiar wanted to find a way for us to spend time together, away from this war, but then his buddies came back and they urged that they had to go. The fog started to clear and nightfall grew within the background. Familiar gave a serious look and said “I’ll be back dear, I promise.” Then he and the others flew off into the sky. Then it was just me.
The dream flashed forward, showing Familiar back home with his comrades and friends. The area in which he resided looked nearly identical to the one where I resided in, except for a few details like drapery of cool colors, and sharper cut stone walls (where my ‘kin’ resided had more white-silver like walls, royal colors, and more of an open view). Familiar was walking along a hallway, by a window into a tower-like room with what looked to be old-fashioned furniture. His comrades as well as some women bombarded him with multiple opinions whether he should come to get me, not trust me, kill me, leave me, or perhaps to run off with me to end this war. Familiar closest friend, dressed in red and blue paint and thin armor said ,”If I were you, I’d do what you want to do. Live in the moment! Not many of us, including myself have the courage to do so.” Familiar said, “Thank you”, and his friend wished him the best of luck. As his friend walked off, one of the women came by, grabbed his arm, and said,”Do what you love. Follow your heart.” With a determined look, he took off and a few of his friends followed behind him.
Going back a few moments, I was back at my residence I lamented thinking he wouldn’t come back. Other women and a few jealous men either told me to forget about him/he’s no good, move on, or that they would kill him. The same woman from the beginning of the dream, covered with less fabrics, showing her beautiful fair-skinned face told me to “do what I love, and be with the man I love.” I walked off towards an outdoor stairwell, and low and behold, Familiar jumped into view. I jumped from excitement, jumped into his arms, and kissed him. I asked what he was doing here. He said “I’m here to come get you so we can get the hell out of here”. I did not ask nor hesitate, though the woman in the fabrics touched Familiar’s shoulder, got our attention. He asked her not to say a word. She smiled and said she would not speak a word, and also added “I wish you two the best of luck.” I smiled at her, Familiar said thank you, and we both flew off into the distance.
From my own viewpoint, I could see both sides of the war falling apart. I could see explosions of color and sparks over these broken down walls, and saw some warriors bickering about how we both left. Both sides eventually melded into one, yet there were a few that chose to fight. I saw the fort of all colors looking over this ant-like being pulling a hefty cart attached to it’s back. The colored fort told this being that it was over and I saw bombs of color going towards the ant as it struggled, but every single on of them missed. I woke up feeling the sensation of being held and loved unconditionally.
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