Voices

Snow Dragons: I was in a quaint wood cabin. It was nice and colourful. I walked up some steps, to the front door, and went outside. It was snowing, although the ground was only covered by a couple of inches. In front of me, two small dragons were playing in the snow. I never got to see them properly, and sometimes they were not dragons. "Want to come to a place with really deep snow?" I asked. They said yes. "Get on my back, I do not want you to be uncomfortable" I said, knowing they were only young, and a long journey would not be good for them. One hopped on my back. I looked to the left - there was a huge cliff wall, sparkling blue. It is hard to describe, but all I can say is that it was beautiful. I motioned that we should go up there, so we all started flying. Up and up we rose, me carrying one dragon on my back, and the other flying by my side. As we flew up, one of the dragons started conjouring blue torches by the hundreds, the odd thing is they looked like Minecraft torches - they flew away from him and dropped to the ground. Then I awoke. <PERSON>: This dream is from another night. I typed out the dream in my journal, but forgot to post it. But I still remember what happened and I am posting it now. I was in a corridor, similar to the one pictured below, except whiter and a little wider: Somehow I knew there were zombies about, lurking in each room, ready to devour me. I stepped into a room, nervously - it was a child's room. In the corner sat a young girl, next to a baby's cot. "Where is your <PERSON> and Daddy?" I asked. She told me she had no parents, and she was alone and scared. "Do not worry. If we make it out of here... I will be your Daddy. It is OK, I will protect you," I reassured her. I did not want any harm to come to her. Nervously, we walked back into the corridor, and I feared for my life. Suddenly, the girl ran back to her room. I quickly caught up with her. "What are you doing?" I said. "I was scared..." she mumbled. I grabbed a knife, knowing I would need to defend myself if we saw any zombies. I spotted a bigger kitchen knife, and took that instead. I saw my acoustic guitar, and thought it would make a good shield, so I held it in my left hand. "Let us go" I whispered. We shuffled back into the corridor. On my right, a door was slightly ajar. I noticed a zombie crouching inside the room, its horrible eyes glaring at me. Terrified, we kept walking, only to have another zombie jump out at us. I tried to defend myself, but behind me, the zombie from before was swinging a cleaver at the little girl. She was helping me fight the zombie in front. "BEHIND YOU!" I said. I tried to move, tried to parry the attacks, tried to swing my knife, but my arms moved as if they were swinging through thick mud. Too slow. Too late. I awoke. Like I said, "Zombie Corridor" happened a few days ago. Shame I did not manage to post it then. I thought it was a pretty memorable and scary dream.