Let it be known that I am a very vivid lucid dreamer, most of the time I have total recall about what I dreamt which makes for interesting conversations with a few dreamers like me. See the movie Inception? Yeah, I dug it a lot because it is something I can relate to.
Anyway, here’s a dream I had this week. If you want to interpret it, go for it. If you want to look at me in a creepy way similar to 0___0, go ahead. My dreams aren’t fluff and stuff most of the time, so reader beware…
It was in days of yore in Japan, I was riding on horseback across a smoky vacant battlefield. I was a samurai (yay! ) and I was soaked head to toe in blood.
head to toe, in enemies blood to be precise.
I was part of a war between different clans and I was looking for my shogun who I lost track of while I was fighting with my katana. Though I was disoriented my horse knew where to go and around its neck it wore a necklace of severed heads.
a necklace of enemy heads to be precise.
I rode and I rode and I rode…
and then I woke up.
This was my dream, not scary to me because (I guess) I’m used to it.