The Civil Savages
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There were these men around a dock. They were dressed strangely, and I would say they were over dressed, like in some sort of weird 1700's costumes, like the kind with all the embroidery and frills. There were also all these tables with all kinds of weird plastic toys. I was talking with these men and they all seemed really friendly, and very polite. There were other people here, too, who were interested in the plastic toys. It all was very amiable. I was also a man in this dream. I could see into the water to the bottom of the lake or ocean bed. I don't know for sure which, but it was pretty calm water. I found a sword among all the plastic toys and was holding it, admiring it. I was going to put it down when suddenly the strange men turned suddenly very hostile. Like they had become were wolves, they pulled out dangerous weapons, like guns, knives, and swords. I forget how it happened, but someone made the plastic toys fall into the water, and when they touched the water they instantly turned into things like ceramic tea sets, and fine crystal glasses. For an instant I thought what a shame all those beautiful things will probably get broken. I saw many delicate looking ceramics crashing into each other and crystal breaking. But I didn't have a lot of time to contemplate the items, suddenly I felt like my life was in peril. The formerly polite men had not noticed me yet, but the instant one of them turned his eyes towards me I find another sword and take it up in my left hand. I know I can't even use the one in my right competently (or so I thought) I knew the one in my left hand would be useless, but I was hopign I could fool the evil men into thinking that maybe I knew exactly what I was doing. I also hoped they couldn't tell I was terrified out of mind. The next thing I know I have been pushed backwards into the water. I drop the sword in my left hand. I didn't want to get tangled up in the mucky weeds, but as it were it wasn't so bad. I was looking up out of the water, and a couple of the murderous men peered down looking at me. I land against the sandy bottom but get up and swim to the surface as quick as I can. The next thing I know I am back on the dock and killing everyone who came near me. I was a lot better with that sword than I thought I was. Seemingly without any effort at all I was slicing and stabbing people. I worried a little bit that I might be maiming the good guys, but I was too freaked out, and didn't want to take any chances. But after thinking about it, I did slow down, and attacked only those who looked like they were attacking me. I don't know how the dream ended anymore.Additional Comments:
I don't know what could have inspired this dream.