I was a spinner and a winddancer. I cannot think of a better term to describe what I was in this dream. I would flip and spin at odd angles or seem as if I floated as I turned on the ground. People would come watch me in quiet peaceful crowds. No loud cheering just quiet amazement. I did this on land and in the water, as if I traveled that way and my goal was to calm people by my movements.

I had some sort of power, it wasn’t completely reliable but it was useful. I was with a band of friends, or they looked like my friends anyway, but more rugged. As if we’d been through rough times, bad areas, and bad people. The world was dark and rocky. Grass barely grew. Trees were rare. Stone formations grew out of the earth like pillars, some leading down into deep mazes of caverns. Something had taken over or was trying to. The only enemy I remember actually seeing were skeleton-like beings. (continue reading…)

I cannot remember the details but for the past couple days I have had dreams involving adventures, of the action/fantasy movie type! Pretty damn cool.

It didn’t start out looking like an attraction. It was scary and exciting. It was a war. We were in training but we had to help because it was a critical time.

There was a huge hill with a lake at the base. I had found out something and was trying to tell one of the others about it. (continue reading…)