“White Witch’s Daughter” Dream

It started with a bird’s eye perspective. Imagine looking down on a room full of bear and wolf skin blankets and carpet. The bed is circular and there is a little girl sleeping in it. She has icicles on top of her head and brown raggedy hair. She wakes up and you can now see just how sweet she looks. Even though she is the white witch's daughter from the land of Narnia, she is not horrible like she is. Don’t ask me who the father is, because I have absolutely no idea. She gets up and out of bed and walks in the hallway. The white witch does not make an appearance in this dream, so I’m guessing the icicles on the head is what tipped me off that she was the witch’s daughter. Somehow I showed up in the dream and I was wearing a green turtleneck with blue jeans. I had this dream when I was around ten, so if you knew me then, Just picture ten year old me. If you didn’t know me, then just picture a typical white seven year old girl with brown hair. The daughter and I become fast friends as most little children do. Here comes the sad part. Every friend that the daughter makes(whom I’ve yet to name) has to be killed and stuffed by an alligator named Albert that had a sheath(sword holder) on his side. And he walked on two legs. Then, after the friend was stuffed, they were taken to the basement and put on a couch or standing near a couch like they were at a party. That basement was then guarded by two ostriches. So back to me and the daughter being friends. We were playing around and the alligator gets a sense that the daughter is happy and playing with a friend. Now, the daughter also senses this, and tells me to hide. And so, being the smart ten year old that I was, I hid in the basement. Still don’t know how I got past the ostriches. Anyways, I sat on the couch as still as I could for as long as I could. The alligator was looking everywhere for me so that he could kill me and I could come and be another stuffed friend. At first, the alligator walked past me and didn’t realize I was alive while trying to pretend I was stuffed. Then, he stopped and realized that I was actually alive and I got up and sprinted away. Somehow, my basement bathroom from my Ohio house appeared and I ran in and locked the door. Looking back on it now, I don’t see why the alligator didn’t just kick the door open and then impale me. But whatever. So there I am, just scootering around on my Razor scooter (because it just appeared out of nowhere) while the alligator just keeping putting his sword through the door.

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Then I woke up and told everyone about this amazing dream I just had. Or maybe I didn’t. I didn’t start openly advertising my dreams until about eighth grade, so it really could go either way.

Because this was one of the first crazy dreams that i remembered for so long and told so many people, it really set the stage for my zero expectations when it comes to crazy dreams.

I just have always had crazy dreams and that's the way I like it.