||[Jun. 21st, 2004|07:18 am]
|||||War - Low Rider||]|
Sometimes the hidden meaning of a dream isn't so hidden at all...
I dreamed I was an old wizard, living alone in a castle. During one dark and stormy night, the door was rushed by a small band of barbarians. I met them at the door, and they stood there, weapons drawn, ready to kill me.. and I calmly invited them to have dinner, and stay the night to escape the storm.
Quick cut to a happy dinner, where everyone shared stories of their adventures. New friends were made, where there might have just been fighting and death.