Posted on: Apr-10th-2009, 03:51:07 AM |
Level of Lucidity (1-10): 4 | Dream Signs: loud, smelly, colorful, dry, | Mood: Sweaty
There was some kind of court
session going on; when I say court, I don't mean court with a judge,
but one with courtly people--barons and lords and stuff. I was with
them--it seemed like we were in some kind of home or classroom or
something. We were sitting on what seemed to be stools, facing the
front of the room, where the king and queen or whatever were standing.
They weren't a real king and queen, but for some reason we were playing
this out like they were. He (the king?) said that we had to pledge
allegiance to something at the back of the room...and it was a bottle
of laundry detergent!! O_o; *LMAO* It said that it doesn't stand
up--meaning, it wasn't a very good laundry detergent, it kind of
sucked, but that's what we were going to pledge allegiance to. So...we
all did that, while I thought, "Isn't this kind of pagan?" ^_^;
He
(the king?) had a basket of clothes that were to be washed in this
detergent. Each piece of clothing had a piece of paper with it, some
kind of message stuck to it, about how much detergent was supposed to
be used on it. This detergent would kind of get rid of the smell,
maybe, but it wouldn't get rid of the whole stain. I wondered why the
hell we were pledging allegiance to such a lowly laundry detergent!
We
turned around to the front again but everybody started resituating
their stools because we were supposed to have them in a certain
position; like there were two people in front of me, one who was
supposed to be on one side, one who was supposed to be on the
other--and I was supposed to be in a certain position between and
behind them. They started moving their stools but everybody started
getting so crowded, so I finally moved behind them where I could see,
only my view was kind of blocked. :/
I can't remember exactly
what was going on, but this guy came in with a bunch of balloons. He
was trying to discreetly blow one up--he had this balloon over his
thumb, and he would kind of put his hand to his mouth and go "Wwwhhhhh"
into it. He managed to fill it up about halfway, but he couldn't fill
it up the rest of the way without obviously having a balloon and
attracting attention.
Now it's like we were in the wood room
in our basement. I went over to this guy to see what he was doing. He
was trying to deliver some kind of message to the king--maybe it was
about an assassination attempt. I think whatever it was, we prevented
it, thanks to the guy with the balloons. He had a blue balloon on his
thumb, but I don't remember exactly how the dream went. o_o
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