Weird dream...
Tuesday, February 21, 2012, ϟ 0 shout(s)
Morning everyone! :) just a quick post in the morning about a weird dream i had this morning...
A teen boy was fighting someone.... And he fought bravely before he was considered defeat.
Back in the room, as I was about to dress up his wound, the teen boy grabbed hold of my little handmaid said," <u>NAME</u>... Its ok... I'm not badly wounded, just little scratches..." So I got up and went to make a solution where it contained the sweet scent of the rose, which would help the teen boy sleep better.
As I came back into the room, i placed the bowl of rose water on the table beside his bed as i sat beside him. Before he entered into the world of darkness, he told me that I should get ready to see some blood coming out from an old wound that was a word, but could not be read as it was too old and blurry.
Not being too nosy, I remained quietcas he went into a deep slumber...
As I looked at him, a memory which I was not familiar of started kicking in, not before long, I entered into the world of memories...
Ah... It was a memory of my best friend and me when I was still not stated as a Lady. I was not the famine and lady-like kind of a daughter, not one bit! Rather, I was the boyish kind of a girl. I would practice swords fighting with my best friend and I would always win! So I was well known for being the first girl to be a swords fighter. The annoying thing was that my best friend would always complain," <u>NAME</u>!!! you would always win! Its not fair and its a disgrace to the gentlemen's generAtion!"
"then you should buck up on your swords fighting!" As weeks past, I still could win him! But one particular day, it was different. As we had a dual as usual, but he wasn't fighting me the way he used to. Instead, I easily took his sword and pointed my sword at his neck. "what's wrong? You don't fight like you normally do."
Without hesitation, he blurted out " I like you..."
And I was back in the room, but this time, the boy was crying as he repeatedly cried "I like you". Then the wound on his chest became visible. It was a phrase of "I love you" ...
OK this dream was waaaaaaaaaaaay weird than any weird dreams I have xD
Well! Gotta go now :)
A teen boy was fighting someone.... And he fought bravely before he was considered defeat.
Back in the room, as I was about to dress up his wound, the teen boy grabbed hold of my little handmaid said," <u>NAME</u>... Its ok... I'm not badly wounded, just little scratches..." So I got up and went to make a solution where it contained the sweet scent of the rose, which would help the teen boy sleep better.
As I came back into the room, i placed the bowl of rose water on the table beside his bed as i sat beside him. Before he entered into the world of darkness, he told me that I should get ready to see some blood coming out from an old wound that was a word, but could not be read as it was too old and blurry.
Not being too nosy, I remained quietcas he went into a deep slumber...
As I looked at him, a memory which I was not familiar of started kicking in, not before long, I entered into the world of memories...
Ah... It was a memory of my best friend and me when I was still not stated as a Lady. I was not the famine and lady-like kind of a daughter, not one bit! Rather, I was the boyish kind of a girl. I would practice swords fighting with my best friend and I would always win! So I was well known for being the first girl to be a swords fighter. The annoying thing was that my best friend would always complain," <u>NAME</u>!!! you would always win! Its not fair and its a disgrace to the gentlemen's generAtion!"
"then you should buck up on your swords fighting!" As weeks past, I still could win him! But one particular day, it was different. As we had a dual as usual, but he wasn't fighting me the way he used to. Instead, I easily took his sword and pointed my sword at his neck. "what's wrong? You don't fight like you normally do."
Without hesitation, he blurted out " I like you..."
And I was back in the room, but this time, the boy was crying as he repeatedly cried "I like you". Then the wound on his chest became visible. It was a phrase of "I love you" ...
OK this dream was waaaaaaaaaaaay weird than any weird dreams I have xD
Well! Gotta go now :)
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