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__(white, sword, Rm, David, rain, army, Jason, the dude, sunrise, and wrist)


(Anything in parenthesis is me explaining junk that has some value.)

I'm walking along this wooden pathway. This pathway is along one side of the square courtyard that is in the center of a square building (how I know this, don't ask. In the dream, I just knew.) The building is made of glass and and all the rooms are dark even though there are people inside. The courtyard is green and full of plants and mini streams. And it's raining, a steady heavy rain. It's dark and overcast weather, but I am not getting wet. I extened my hand out and felt the water on my palm, but otherwise the water is fall around me. Which is a good thing, because I am decked out in white. All white.

Now pay attention, cause this was my favorite part of the dream. My outfit was completely of white heavy silk. From my knees to my ankles and also from my elbow to the base of my palm, it was wrapped horizontally, tightly around my skin. Inbetween the fold I know there is some kind of metal or armor. I'm were these white pants that split at the lower thigh on the outsides and go down to the soles of my feet, that are wrapped completely in this material. The leggings are gathered together at the base of my ankle with a white band. My sleves are smiliarly designed. My hands, with the exception of my fingers are also wrapped tightly. My shirt is also of the same material. It was tighly wrapped around my chest and shoulders, but overlayered with a transparent white cloth what hung loosely to my hips. It was gathered there by a (guess which color) a white belt that held a white sheath. However, this outfit might be completely white, different shades and patterns of it decorated the fabric.

Anyway, I wandering this courtyard in seach of my best friend. I'm stopping anyone I see askthing them if they've seen my friend. Some people I know. My friend John I ran into. He wore a similar outfit but in all blue. When I used his name he looked at me and stated that wasn't his name. I keep looking when I ran into this towering man. He was tall and extremely familar. He was fair of skin that was sprinkled with freckles. His hair was blonde and his eyes blue. As I tried to place his name, he placed his hands on my shoulders and said, " Hey, big sister."

Needless to say I was confused. Then I realized that his was my little brother David. (My little brother David is only two inches taller than me and is no more that fifteen.) I stood in awe. He was dressed in the same color as I was. His sword at his side was the same as mine. It was large but he had two on his back as well that crossed. I reached back and felt that I had them too. I asked him if he had seen my friend. Have you seen her? Who? I said her name, but he said no. He didn't know her or where she was at. He said to be to long, that we had to leave soon. I told him I had to find her. I needed to find her first. Although, I don't know why.

But I kept walking down that path with David, who informs me that David is not his name, until it comes to a sudden stop where Danielle was waiting. She looks at me and informs me that she has been waiting and that it was time to go. When I called her by her name, she made it a point to tell me that it was not her name and that Becci (that's me) wasn't mine. Although I don't remember what my name or anybody else's were, I know that they were different and special. That they held a different meaning not of this earth.

We walked together until we reached this desert. I wasn't getting hot at all. The desert was vast. Think hopeless lost in movie desert and as we lined up facing the sun. Danielle left to join others in green as we, David and I, moved to the others wearing white and swords. To my left there was a group in blue with bows. To my right was the group of green with Danielle. Further on was another group, I think was yellow, but I can't be sure. I know that there were twelve groups in all on our side. In front of us are these two colors intermixed with each other. Black and Red. In my heart, I knew we would fight them and I knew I was ready.

I wondered where my sister was. Where is Jessica? David replied that she didn't make it this far. A girl behind me in formed me that Cassie (my other sister) was over in green. The girl, who was as tall as me looked strangely like Jessica. I assume that she was Cassie's twin, Katie, all grown up like David. I inquired where Amanda and Devin were (my other sister and brother.) David replied that Amanda was in Blue with John. I could see her clearly because she was taller than David. She was all grown up too. David said that they knew Devin was on our side, but did not know which group he belonged to.

Then, then there was this man. This man is awalys in my dreams when I need comforthing the most. Mostly after broken hearts, losses, and stress. I know he is always there and I trust him. I know he loves me. He is taller than me, although I am not sure what he looks like or any physical description of him. I know it's him when I see him. In my worry of the fight, he placed his hand on my shoulder and assured me that it would be alright. That we would win and I was filled with comfort.

And then the battle. I don't remember everything. I doubted that we weren't going to win. Overwhelmed. It was just a clash, but I bought my sword down to early. The enemy brought his weapon down a second later hurting my wrist. Not cut, but throbbed. Even when I woke up it was throbbing like it had been smashed with a hammer. I kept fight and found Danielle. She reached out to heal my wrist but I pulled away. She insisted she could fix it, but I yet pulled away. She grabbed my wrist and healed my wound. It didn't hurt as much but the throbbing remained. With that I kept on fighting until that man calmed me down. He told me we had won. We had won.

And that was it .I woke up.Maybe tomorrow I'll post up a friend had to say about it's translations. I'm going to pray for some revelation tonight. Edit this thing in the morning, make it readable. Not that anybody will comment. Rumor has it, nobody likes longs posts. So, oh well. Hey if you do like long posts check out my friends Thatcher if you like fantasy stories. If you want something at little bit more religious read Amortalstale. . . now that's a great story! Well good night.

Sweet dreams.