My dreams are like movies sometimes

[kenjari]

Last night I had a very cool dream, both vivid and cinematic. It took place in a sort of medieval setting with a celtic flavor. The immediate area was very rural and pretty yet not idyllic - it felt like a real place. I think it was autumn. I was not exactly myself - it was as if I was basically me, but rewritten for the setting and plot. I was a roguish fiddle player, competent woodswoman, and better-looking, too.
The dream started out with a stealthy and daring escape from some sort of castle-fortress. My presence there made perfect sense within the dream, although I can't remember knowing why I was there or why I needed to escape. Anyway, getting out involved sneaking out through the bowels of the building, swimming across a creek, and melting into the forest. Then I made my way back to my village and joined in some spirited music making at the tavern with my buddies. At that point, I woke up.
I doubt that there is much deep symbolism in this dream. This is one of those dreams that seems to be more about telling myself a neat story in my sleep.

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[stolen-tea.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a Quest game, in a way...