So-so day, nothing much to report. My dream last night was weird, though.
I was sitting on a swing in a courtyard, but there weren't any trees around. (Ok, I have no idea how the swing was there. It just was.) And I am wearing a beautiful white dress that comes to my knees, but I'm barefoot and my feet are dusty. I have little white gloves, and there's a white rose pinned up in my hair and everything.
A boy, a man, really, is pushing me on the swing, and his face is a greenish color, like mint, (it looked painted) and he is wearing a black tux and tails, with a blue and white striped scarf around his neck. He has clocks for eyes, though. Super tall, too.
Suddenly, he stops the swing and says "Come with me." So I follow him.
The paths he takes me on are through a giant rose garden. It smells really good, and he's holding my hand and leading me. There are no buildings in sight, just hedge-high roses, in beautiful colors, red, blue, purple, yellow, green. (Don't ask me why there are blue and green roses.) But the point is, they're really beautiful.
The path takes a turn, and there's a stone platform that rises above the hedge-roses. He gestures for me to walk up it, so I do. My feet feel that the stone is warm and dusty, and it feels like a long way to walk up all the way by myself.
When I get to the top, the man is there again, and he gestures for me to look out over the gardens.
When I look out over the gardens, I realize that all the roses are planted in a checkerboard pattern, and they have all turned black and white. I turn to exclaim to him about how the pretty landscape has turned so strange, and he grabs my arm, quite roughly.
He says "Isn't it strange that the things you can't have are the most desireable." And his clock eyes are ticking like crazy, the minute and hour hands spinning out of control. The sky darkens, and there is thunder in the distance.
The wind whips my dress around my ankles, and he shoves me to the ground. I scrape my wrist, and the blood seeps through my white glove.
"Come, my queen." He says. The first drop of rain falls.
And then I wake up. eek
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