Dreamt our castle was under siege. Our first line of defense was a line of low, unstable stone slabs standing on end with man-sized gaps in between them. The gaps funneled the attackers so we could deal with them a few at a time and, if they decided to scale the slabs, the slabs would collapse, killing some attackers and leaving treacherous footing.
Dreamt that Yuko-hime was an assassin sent in to kill me. She got as far as my bedroom before I confronted her.
“If I kiss you, will you still try to kill me?”
She answered with a little smile, with both hands behind her back.
I kissed her. She reached around behind me and I waited for the knife. But all she did was hold me closer.
“If you tie me up, they’ll think I got captured before I could complete my mission,” she said.
I tied her up and a giant hand reached into the room and pulled her away. Chasing after, all I could think was that I’d find her dead.
Dreamt of going shopping in a large, popular department store with Yuko-hime. She was dressed in a sharp business suit while I was wearing nothing but a black dress shirt. I was a little self-conscious to be naked from the waist down while in public, but Yuko-hime didn’t seem to mind or even notice.
Dreamt of finding a young boy singing “Suite Madame Blue” by Styx softly to himself. As soon as I approached, he stopped, obviously embarrassed. I lay down next to him and began singing where he left off. Slowly, quietly, he started singing again.
Dreamt of attending a party when a musical jam session broke up. Everyone who could play any sort of musical instrument got up on stage to play, leaving only a small handful of us — including Rebekah K. — in the audience. I wanted to sing, but almost everyone could sing while they played their musical instruments, so I felt inadequate. Especially when the first man started singing and he was much better than me.
Dreamt of needing to ascend from a sunken ship 1,000 feet below the surface. We had small, pressurized diving bells just big enough for our heads that would protect us from the bends and help us hold our breath. The big concern was the sharks who became more and more interested the closer we got the surface. I was the last one in the water when a shelter shark took a big chunk out of my calf just before I was pulled to safety.
Dreamt of discussing the downsizing of the American Navy. The man thought that five ships — no matter how new and modern they were — would not be enough. I tried to explain that with their new hydrofoil technology, they could get anywhere in the world relatively quickly, that their new weapons had an incredible range, and that, anyway, they didn’t need to protect the world, just local, American interests, but he wasn’t buying it.