A flying knight
I woke up at 6 a.m. this morning after having this dream. It was a strange one. I was lying in a field in a suit of arms, as if I were a knight or something. We were running through a rehearsal for some sort of performance, similar to in the movie ‘The Banquet’ when the main character rehearses his fighting performance for the wedding. As in the movie, I’d been double crossed, and there was a man attacking me with a wooden stick, but he was really hurting me, which he wasn’t supposed to be doing. He was only hitting my legs, but I could feel the pain in my legs even through the metal of the suit of arms. I was angry, and so I decided to get myself out of the situation by flying away.
I flew upwards and willed myself away from the man with the stick; I flew over some hills, over the green fields below, and I eventually came to a small village. I landed on a small path that had a row of old, wooden buildings on it. They all looked like the sort of buildings you’d expect to find in England in the 1500s or some similar era. I was approached by a Thai guy I know. This particular guy, in real life, works for Buzzin’ Mag. He spoke to me with a thick, Scottish accent, saying: “Let’s go for a bevy.” He kept repeating those same words in his newfound Scottish tone, and so I eventually agreed to have a drink with him and we went to one of the inns amongst the buildings. That was when it hit 6 a.m.
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