Another disturbing dream, when I was taking a nap today, and again I don’t know what to make of it. Perhaps this one is utterly insignificant, though I’m not sure. It has a few reoccurring themes from the last dream.

The dream begins, in the backyard of the home I grew up in. I know from the start that I’m a little boy and there are other children around, though I don’t see them. I have the feeling that I am in a daycare of some sorts, though I vaguely recognize it as the patio back home.

I wander around for a few minutes, walking under and around the apricot tree, also from the old house, then I return to the ‘ patio ’ and I am stopped by the nursemaid, a kind and portly young woman with a sweet demenor. She tells me I’m not supposed to be doing ‘these things’ because I’m not allowed. I get the impression that I am sick or something and that is the reason I’m not allowed to play like the other children.

Still, in the end I sneak away. I make it around to the side of the yard, and from the falling back wall I can see people. They are the first people other than the nursemaid I have seen thus far. I want to watch them, but I hide because I know they should not see me.

I know that if I try to go over the wall I will be seen and stopped, so I begin to dig. This was a lucid dream, and I can still remember the feeling of warm moist earth under my fingernails… The smell of it, like the ground after a rainstorm. I dig for a few minutes and I find something in the dirt. I pull it out of the ground and dust it off to discover it is my own wallet, the one I use now…

I open it up and there is money in it (there never is these days, in real life), sixty-six dollars, to be exact; two twenties, and… a twenty-six. I realized, vaguely that the twenty-six was not right, but I accepted it anyway. I notice it creeks a bit, like it has been burried a long time.

Then from behind me I hear a noise and turned to find guards, I believe they were orcs from the look of them. Non-humans, to be sure. I realize only then that I am the son of royalty. They know I should not be digging, they say, and one of them is going to ‘ punish ’ me. He draws a bastard sword and I scream for him to stop, bracing myself for the pain I know is coming.

He stops long enough and I tell him my father gave me permission to dig here. He looks at me for a moment then I run. The next thing I know I’m on a stone bridge of some sort. I am looking for my father and I know the guards are close behind. My legs hurt, as though I’ve been walking for a long time, and I feel as though I might soon be ill. Especially if I cannot find the person I am looking for.

As I walk amongst the people of the ‘real world’, those who are not part of my little yard, I keep thinking that I should ‘recruit’ the other children… I still do not see them, but now I can hear them, laughing and having fun amongst themselves… I know they are there, and I know that just by walking near them some of them have been ‘recruited’ by my simple proximity.

I find a figure standing on the bridge, after a long search. He is not real, per say, and I also know I am not like he is. He seems fake, as though made of plastic or wax. He is wearing a red robe with white and gold trim, perhaps it is a mantle, and it is covered in plastic, like elderly people put on their furniture. The clothing is real cloth, only he is fake. He does not see me either, simply because his back is turned.

I reach up and put a hand on his back, and he turns to me. He has a demented look on his face and he speaks, shouting without moving his lips. I do not remember what he said to me, only that it seemed very modern, compared to the medieval theme of the rest of the dream. Not only that, but it was almost total nonsense. Rather it was practically small talk… Still, he sounded rehearsed and dramatized, like the announcer on a TV commercial.

Once he spoke the guards left, as though he’d actually made some royal proclamation. I, grateful for the reprieve, threw my arms around him. I think I was crying, though I can’t be sure. I remember the feel of the mantle as I hugged him. The covering was gone. It was warm, plush, and soft. It smelled faintly of roses and cinnamon. Though he looked fake as I hugged him I could feel he was human.

These dreams are beginning to frighten me a bit, simply because they are so vivid. I never remember my dreams unless they have meaning, though I usually cannot see the meaning until after the fact. I want to understand this, but I can’t seem to grasp the signifigance