I had a very cool dream last night.
I was walking along the streets of an ancient city trailing along with one of the cities officials while she was doing an inspection. Off to the right I could see a large series of pillars and collumns in open air leading down another avenue. To the distance I could see a series of open plains and a low green mountain in the background. To my left was a massive building that toally blocked my line of sight for anything else around it. I didnt pay much attention to it because I was watching the crowd and bustle of the city off to my right more, but I had the impression it was several stories high and took up the entire city block. There didnt appear to be any entrances etc for it so there was nothing for the crowd to interact with and they all just slid by it without noticing and I slid along with them. I marvelled at the just how vast the city itself was I knew I had been walking for a couple miles entirely in the city. I remember thinking how I took that for granted in the waking world, how vast our cities have become, but the thought was so out of place nothing continued past that and I just followed along with the dream. After about another block I saw a procession coming down the ave from the opposite direction from a foreign nation. The leaders were all wearing flowing silk robes of a variety of bright colors. I saw reds and oranges and some blues in there. Their shape was almost a hybrid roman togas and robes with long additional swathes of fabric they held over their arms often as they walked along. In the middle was their King, a strong dark haired man. Just behind him was the bearer. He wa carrying in front of him a bluish purple glass orb that was radiating light. It was about the size of a head and round, but at the top and bottom of the orb it was slightly indented pinching towards the center. The light would flicker and pulse with a light of its own.
When I saw that I immediately stopped what I was doing and started following their procession. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and obviously something incredibly powerfull. After a block or so we encountered the royal party from the kingdom we were in and they basically decided to do the ceremony right there in the open grass field. The orb was placed in the center and both royal parties encircled it. The advisors who were secondary to the event sat down on the grass behind them while it began. After only a brief moment one of the female advisors on the grass in a dark red silk robe piped up and said something to the effect that "... now that the formalities were finished where are the living and dying ones?" Faced with the blunt realization they werent going to be able to hide anything the King of our country sighed and put his hand to the back of his head and he pulled off his face, which had been a living mask for his true face which was much smaller and more withdrawn in the head that was left. It was like a weakened wrinked 4 foot person had been wearing a 6 foot tall person's body as a shell. She then asked again 'Well where's the dying one?' and everyone looked at each other afraid to admit the truth, that we had lost him. He had escaped. Without him present we knew the kingdom would be plunged into chaos with what he was going to be wreaking with the power he possessed.
From there the dream turned into a brief picture of a party of people who were gathering to try to find the dying one.
I was walking along the streets of an ancient city trailing along with one of the cities officials while she was doing an inspection. Off to the right I could see a large series of pillars and collumns in open air leading down another avenue. To the distance I could see a series of open plains and a low green mountain in the background. To my left was a massive building that toally blocked my line of sight for anything else around it. I didnt pay much attention to it because I was watching the crowd and bustle of the city off to my right more, but I had the impression it was several stories high and took up the entire city block. There didnt appear to be any entrances etc for it so there was nothing for the crowd to interact with and they all just slid by it without noticing and I slid along with them. I marvelled at the just how vast the city itself was I knew I had been walking for a couple miles entirely in the city. I remember thinking how I took that for granted in the waking world, how vast our cities have become, but the thought was so out of place nothing continued past that and I just followed along with the dream. After about another block I saw a procession coming down the ave from the opposite direction from a foreign nation. The leaders were all wearing flowing silk robes of a variety of bright colors. I saw reds and oranges and some blues in there. Their shape was almost a hybrid roman togas and robes with long additional swathes of fabric they held over their arms often as they walked along. In the middle was their King, a strong dark haired man. Just behind him was the bearer. He wa carrying in front of him a bluish purple glass orb that was radiating light. It was about the size of a head and round, but at the top and bottom of the orb it was slightly indented pinching towards the center. The light would flicker and pulse with a light of its own.
When I saw that I immediately stopped what I was doing and started following their procession. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and obviously something incredibly powerfull. After a block or so we encountered the royal party from the kingdom we were in and they basically decided to do the ceremony right there in the open grass field. The orb was placed in the center and both royal parties encircled it. The advisors who were secondary to the event sat down on the grass behind them while it began. After only a brief moment one of the female advisors on the grass in a dark red silk robe piped up and said something to the effect that "... now that the formalities were finished where are the living and dying ones?" Faced with the blunt realization they werent going to be able to hide anything the King of our country sighed and put his hand to the back of his head and he pulled off his face, which had been a living mask for his true face which was much smaller and more withdrawn in the head that was left. It was like a weakened wrinked 4 foot person had been wearing a 6 foot tall person's body as a shell. She then asked again 'Well where's the dying one?' and everyone looked at each other afraid to admit the truth, that we had lost him. He had escaped. Without him present we knew the kingdom would be plunged into chaos with what he was going to be wreaking with the power he possessed.
From there the dream turned into a brief picture of a party of people who were gathering to try to find the dying one.
[Edited on Mar 16, 2006 8:33PM]