This dream has been viewed 835 times.I dreamed that I was in Michelle and Guy's garage. It was full of cars, and I was actually getting out of one. My family were all there. Michelle was getting out of a truck, and as she closed her door, I opened mine, and because there were so many vehicles in the garage, the door hit another vehicle. No one noticed because the sounds happened simultaneously: my sister closing her door, and my door hitting the car. We all went inside my parents house even though it was my sister's garage.
Everyone sat down and watched a movie about the Golden Dawn, or powers, or something. I didn't sit with everyone. I lay down on the tile floor by the hallway to the living room and started to work on a puzzle. I had already completed it earlier, I just started taking it apart. I remember two parts of that puzzle I was particularly drawn toward to take it apart in chunks and set the incolmplete chunks in the bottom of the puzzle box. They looked kind of like castle towers up close, golden, red and purple in color (like the Fire Dragon puzzle I just did) maybe about three pieces wide and seven pieces tall.
I sat on the floor and worked on the puzzle away from everyone else not because I didn't want to sit with everyone, not because I was afraid of the movie, but because I had a really bad feeling about it. When the end came, the powers in that movie began to torment me in the sense that I ran into the back of the house and was afraid for my being. The male voice of the Golden Dawn scared me so much I couldn't even handle cowering in my parent's bathroom at that voice.
Then I was in a forest. A forest with lots of smaller bushes like toyon and buckbrush, but the trees above were tall. Maples, probably some pines. It sounds like the forest I grew up in, but it was way more dense, and the color of the green in everything was merged with a little blue, so it looked dark. I was with Christina. We lived on a bridge over a creek, but the bridge was nothing but a slab of dirt maybe six feet wide, eight feet long, with bushes on one far side that were so dense no one could get through them rendering the bridge unusable for it's purpose to get across the creek. There was a path on one side to get down to the water, and what almost seemed like a second level of ground between the bridge and the creek water.
Christina and I were expecting company. I know that Tony was one of the people to come over and visit us for sure. It was Christmas time. I think Piper was there too and maybe a person that didn't look like, but felt like Jake. When I heard that Tony was coming over, I grabbed a long stem of what seemed like buckbrush, but it wasn't. I made a circlet out of it and wore it around when everyone came over and visited (a part that I don't remember much of). What I do remember is that everyone brought over Christmas presents. They were all bright red boxes of different sizes.
After everyone left, the boxes were strewn about the ground. It looked kind of pretty. Christina was afraid that I'd be upset about them. I remember her looking around and saying, "don't worry, Kirsten, I'll clean them up later!!"
At some point during all that I have just written, I saw a young man, around my age, just briefly. I have the feeling that I said a few words to him, but either way, I was very curious about him. He was rather short for a guy. His hair was kind of short too. It was a light brown color. He had very Roman features, they were very sharp. All of a sudden, my dream focused on him. I was not around. It was like I was watching a movie without my body, just watching it unfold. It followed him and what he did.
He was in the forest as well. He had a little boy with him. I have the feeling that the little child was his younger brother. He was moving through the forest, protecting the boy from something following them. Along the way, he would show the boy little things to survive. He always carried the young child. The little boy never got to walk. I could tell that the young man really had a passion for the woods, and living in them, but the child never said anything, never even smiled.
One thing I specifically remember the young man teaching the child was how to make a bow and shoot it. He even had the courtesy to make it small enough for the child to use. The little boy shot at an animal (I don't remember what kind) and killed it. One other specific part I remember of watching the two interact in the forest was when the young man grabbed a long vine hanging from a tree and swung across the creek to the other side. Upon reaching the other side, they went ahead a bit further and actually came to the edge of the forest where a city butted up against it, encroaching upon it in the near distance.
At that point, the young man set the child down onto the ground. The little boy stood there and faced his brother on the border of the forest and the city. Then the boy spoke. He told his brother how he hated the forest, how he never wanted to be there, how his brother was stupid for teaching him things and making him have to survive in it. Rage was in his eyes, and he was full of anger and spite. Such a little child shouldn't say those things, nor have the anger this little boy did. The older brother was hurt, and that's all I remember.
Additional Comments:I had fun with all my friends, other than that, however, I don't think that I felt any emotion other than fear.
The red boxes we all exchanged that were our Christmas presents in it looked just like the Red Box marketing Penney's uses to sell their Christmas gifts.
The forest I was in had magical creatures and monsters in it. I could feel that presence while I was there in it, but I never actually saw any.