Freedom At What Cost (Dream #13).

        I had some supernatural powers to do with the sea, like coastal earth and water bending. Everyone in my family had some kind of unique ability. We, my brother, father, mother, and I, lived in a big home together. Mother and father were always very controlling, demanding that I stay with them, living in the house forever. For a time, they succeeded. I stayed with my family in that house for so long that I was convinced we had actually all died and were bound to the house as ghosts. The family I had was not a good one because the people in it were not good people. They were greedy and demanding and considered themselves better than everyone else.

      This house that I was trapped in was like no ordinary house. It was huge both inside and outside and no one would suspect anything as it appeared to be a normal suburban house in the good part of town. There was a room inside that looked like a sound-booth. It had red wall made of velvet and grey control panels with switches and buttons. Beyond the control panels was a window and a door which led to the most beautiful prison I had ever seen. It was a dome of nature within a room. There were one a half green hills covered in trees after the window, followed by a cliff that dropped into a lake. The lake was the common area where the family spent its time. They all seemed content with their lives the way it was, floating on tubes in a lake that wan't even real.  I spent my time under the water, away from them.

      I had tried to escape many times, likely over one hundred. Finally, I did and the first thing I did was run out the door and onto the driveway. I looked up at the sun glistening through the needles of a real pine tree and took in the smell of real fresh air. Then I decided that that's what freedom is, the smell of fresh air, the feeling of the warm sun on your face, the image of the blue sky and the bright yellow sun, the sound of birds. Freedom was achieved through being in a state of nature. I left the neighborhood and spent my time in the actual ocean for many years, helping sea creatures. 

      Eventually I decided to go back to that house; some form of curiosity drove me to it. It wasn't at all like I expected. I entered the room was the sound-booth and found that the velvety walls were dirty and scratched, the window was broken, and the door was ajar. Nothing was as it originally was and everyone was gone. Even though I had achieved my freedom, there was an odd feeling of despair seeing the mess I had made in the process. 

Demon Dream (Dream #12.)

The dream began as I entered the main room of a church where three other women and their grooms were also getting married. As we waited our turn to walk down the aisle, we stood on mats of construction paper which children had drawn pictures of people and families on. When it was my turn I walked down the aisle and stood at the front on a stage, looking out at the pews of people. I glanced over at my soon-to-be husband, a smiling man with short hair and a black tuxedo. The priest began to speak when suddenly I was thrown across the room. I landed against a wall, behind some chairs, and all I could see were three long, bleeding, scratch marks on my shoulder before my memory cut out.

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a chapel-shed inside the storage room of the church. There were three soldiers around me in shiny armor. One was a young man with dark skin and a shaved head and the other is a man around the same age with pale skin and blonde hair the color of corn. There was also an older man with a reddish-brown beard ad longer hair. Their facial expressions told me that they were displeased, and almost seemed to be withholding information. They quietly told me that I was actually a demon and I was the one who crashed the wedding and killed the guests. It was news to all of us. They spoke as if to someone who was once much esteemed and now wasn't allowed to be held in that regard.  The older one told me I had to leave the church now, so the younger ones escorted me out. I stopped to put on a pair of orange socks because I didn't want to go outside barefoot. They grew impatient as I took my time putting my socks on. After I had one sock put on, one of the Templar soldiers put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I think the church is more important than your socks." It was as if my very presence was insulting to the image of God and the safety of everyone within the church.

Naturally, I went home to find that my family had gone insane and the world was making no sense. I had no idea where my fiance was, but I somehow knew he was alive. I packed a single bag full of belongings, and sadly decided I would run away and keep myself away from everyone so that the world may be safe from me. Oddly, I noticed that my car was floating above thee tree in the front yard. The lights inside were on and the doors on the right side of the car were open. I felt this was odd and might have been a trap, so I cautiously floated up to the open passenger side door. No one I knew would have had any reason to hurt me, except maybe now there was the cause that I was a demon. I looked under the car and above the car, convinced no one dangerous was nearby. I started getting into the car when someone appeared beside me and threw me to the ground from the floating car. It was the figure of a man, wearing all black from head to toe so that not a single inch of his skin was exposed. Even his weapons were black as night, and he never spoke. My memory cut out again.

This time when I awoke, I was lying on a cool leather couch. There were at least ten more of the same man, wearing all black with black guns, in the room. It seemed that the more of them there were, the more disoriented and close to death I felt. On the couch across from me sat a woman drinking tea. She was clearly pregnant and gave off the mastermind vibe. She knew exactly what was going on and began explaining it to me. However, I couldn't seem to focus on what she was saying. I felt like a caged animal in the household and something inside me was clawing and scratching the insides of my head. I had to get out. In the middle of the mastermind's explanation I got up and headed for the door, pushing the guards out of the way. At first they seemed to have n idea what to do, panicking somewhat. I reached the doorway, having one foot out before I was shot in the back of the head.