While I can hardly remember what happened yesterday, today I had a good dream, though a little bit embarrassing in the middle, so here we go.
I start out at what seems to be a train station. I’m at the entrance of the somewhat L-shaped building, in the corner, where the ticket office and the ticket machines are. I tried to get a ticket fromthe machine first, but for some reason that didn’t work. I tried to go to the ticket office, and explained what kind of ticket I needed: one that would let me take my bike along on the train (I’m from the Netherlands, we have a lot of bikes here. If you want to take your bike onto the train, you have to buy a ticket for it). I’m not sure why exactly, but the person behind the table was kind of fussy about it, and I ended up outside, sans ticket. I was a bit annoyed at this point, and called home for a pickup by car. My dad has a large silver car/bus, and i can put my bike in the back. So, I sit outside waiting for my dad to show up. The area around the station seems to be a cobbled or brick road curving along the interior of the L-shape, and beyond that is a somewhat raised foresty area. Think lots of tall trees, some shrubbery, dead leaves, moss. I think my dad did show up, I aguely recall seeing a silvery shape, but I suspect he only took the bike with him.
Next I know, I’m walking along a similar looking brick road, with a hilly forest on my left, and I suspect either more forest or a grassy field, sloping down a little, on my right. Moreover, I’m pretty sure I just pooped along the roadside, since I’ve got my legging down to my knees and my skirt and shirt pulled up. As I walk along the road I try to pull things back up, but there’s people coming in the distance from both sides and I’m pretty sure they saw me take a dump, even if I don’t recall the act itself, and they were now seeing my pale naked butt. I probably looked like a total idiot there.
Somehow I manage to fix my clothing and arrive at the end of the road, where it either bends to the right sharply or has an intersection. It’s turned into a half-bricked half-dirt road by now, and everything is green and mossy, with trees interspersed. There’s a cottage or small thatched-roof farm to the left, and a brook a ways ahead. The road is behind me, and the bend goes to the right. I walked just beyond the bend, where I find three or four people talking. One of them seems to be a salesperson or a carpenter, or both. One of them I remember is grandpa, but I’m not sure if he looked like it. They were discussing a wire fence that needed to be built around a small plot of land, and the salesman was offering a large piece of branch, but it was very obviously rotten through and easily broken. As my grandpa and one or two other people left, I confronted the guy.
“What are you thinking, trying to make a fence for my grandpa with that If he’s out in his little plot of land and he turns around, and he accidentally walks into that as a post, it’ll break! And then how is he supposed to fix that fence all by himself?” I demonstrated this by simply breaking the log/branch chunk into two. It was kind of soggy andreally really rotten inside, so I did have a point. I felt a little sorry for the guy though, because I recall arranging the two pieces in the general shape they had before I broke it. he nods to me, and I keep talking to him. “Why don’t you use some sturdier wood? Like, use a small tree from the forest. Or over there, do you see those?” I point him towards the brook, where amongst the few trees flanking it, there is a rather large number of sturdy-looking fallen branches. “Why don’t you use those for the fence?” So he agrees, and goes off I don’t know where.
I walk around a little, and suddenly there’s a kid with me. He throws something into the little cluster of trees and dead branches next to the brook, or I did, and I feel kinda sorry so I try to retrieve it. I’m convinced at this point that it’s his earring. I find it, but there’s a piece missing that I couldn’t find. We go into the cottage/farm, and I try to fix it with a bead, some wire, and pliers. I attempt to use a bead as a stopper, the little bit that goes behind your ear to keep the earring in place, but it just falls off. I rummage around for something else to use, but when I turn back to the bangle in my hand it seems my brain wandered off, as I am now holding up an earring still attached to a large mess of wire, as if it was still being made from that, and once I turn the mess around to find the earring, it turns into just a mess of wire, and I gah.
Next I know, I’m flying over what looks like a flying city-fortress. It’s not that big, think a sort of stretched-out but narrower Dalaran, from World of Warcraft. The comparison is kind of apt, since I think that I either *am* a dragon, or am flying on one. I fly towards the back of the island, where a man with a quest marker over his head gives me like three or four quests to talk to people. I had to land to talk to him. So, I turn back toward the other end of the floating island, and set out to talk to these people. They’re probably inside somewhere, but there’s a little plaza here and there’s more people with yellow exclamation points standing here. So, I turn back into a dragon, or re-summon the mount, but I prefer the one where I am the dragon, and walk around a little. I talk to two orthree people who give me quests, and then proceed back to where I started out to find the entrance to the underground structures where the first guy wants me to go.
However, something goes wrong. Wrong with a capital W. I black out for a moment, and when I wake up again, I’m back where I started out, but the island has been devastated. The structures on the island, pretty as they were, are reduced to tinder. The plants are gone or scattered to bits, and there’s no trace of people. Slightly distressed, but mostly sad, I fly over the island. Only my original questgiver is still there. I try to talk to him, and I think he started his tale of sad happening, but then things faded out.
And I woke up again.