Dream of Swords and Gloves
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qosThis version has a few more details than the one on my primary journal.
Lots of intense dreams last night. The most important was the one just before waking.
I had returned to the SCA, and was wandering alone to/through an event for which many people were sitting on a hill, almost on bleachers. I took my place in one of the free spaces toward the bottom, but was quickly hailed by former McFlandry's toward the top (can't remember who now). There were others near me as well who greeted me. The Gunner was there at some point.
Then I was up and wandering around and was greeted by Pathdancer, who was dressed in a plain gown but with a dark robe stiched in jewel-toned patterns that almost glowed. She had a tall crown on her head that seemed almost like a castle, and I think there was a unicorn on it. I 'remembered' that she was a baroness. She was happy to see me and greeted me warmly. She (or someone else) showed me an illustrated book which was made of wood frames carved/cut-out like lattice. Parchment was slid between the two sides and secured with tiny screws to make a book. I was delighted and impressed, since I had seen empty frames and hadn't figured out how they could be books.
At some point I was standing beneath a tree and felt something wet fall on me. I looked up and saw a man sitting in the branches. "Did you drop something on me?" I asked, thinking it had been an accident.
He gave me a sly grin. "I insulted you," he corrected -- and I realized that he had deliberately given me reason to call him out. But I didn't know who he was or how to do it. As I was processing that, another man came and slapped my arm with a glove, hardly slowing down enough for me to get a look at him.
The next part of the dream was me trying to find the two -- and I discovered that both were members of the chivalry. Meanwhile, I ran into Rocket_Jockey, who either also challenged me or counseled me -- or both, and at least one other stranger struck me with a glove.
Fine! I thought. If they are going to challenge me even if I don't know how to fight, I'll meet them anyway.
Then the first of the men came at me with a wooden (but very beautifully carved) dagger. I had nothing with which to defend myself but my new sword, so I drew it and tried to defend myself, but he soon had me on the ground, the dagger in my ribs. I retaliated by pressing my sword into his left shoulder. I was very aware I was using a sharp steel weapon, but he was wearing padding, so I assumed he would be fine -- or let me know if/when the sword actually touched flesh. But he did not give way before my weapon, and I knew his could not harm me, so I pushed harder, telling him to give way before I hurt him.
"It's already too late," he said, directing my gaze with his own. Sure enough, there was a stain of blood around my sword tip. I was appalled, ashamed, and tossed my sword away, apologizing, but realizing the damage had been done. I tried to explain that I didn't have rattan or a waster -- but then retracted my words, saying it was no excuse.
He seemed to approve of me, however, and got up and told me to come with him. I did, and as we entered a space that somehow seemed to be more "his" than the rest of it, a large black man with red wool(?) or dye in his hair, heavily armed and armored, with a red leather collar around his neck too narrow to be a gorget -- which made me think he was a slave -- came over and asked the man, "So she's going to join fight practice?"
"That she is," the man replied -- and my heart leaped.
"This is _____," the man said, introducing the black warrior -- and suddenly I recognized him, and smiled, and reached out to touch him, as if to reassure myself he was truly there, and he gave me a beautiful, delighted smile in return and returned my touch. And in my dream I knew I had seen him in dreams before, and I believe that waking as well, but I can't remember the specifics. He has always been powerfully built in my dreams, but never before garbed like this. And I think he said something to me or to the man about my saving many children, and maybe he had been one of them, or maybe we had done that together. In any case, I knew he was to have a big part in training me now, and we were both happy about it.
Then one of the other men who had struck me gave me a wooden practice sword -- leaving it on the table next to me with casual "You'll need this." And then several ladies came, and each gave me a different kind of gloves. And one of the ladies was [R's ex], who told me that one of her students had written a poem about me and how I had helped save him. There were four or five pairs of gloves on the table -- formal, delicate ladies gloves, not fighting gloves (maybe one pair of fighting gloves?), when the dream ended.
Ever since I wrote about looking up at the man in the tree who had dropped something on me, I've been thinking he was my teacher's primary ally. And I'm sure that the black warrior is someone real on the inner as well.
There had been other dreams earlier, including some that echoed and resonated with that last bit from GG, and I think Rocket_Jockey was in some of them as well. Something about teenage boys in trouble or social peril. And there were undertones of the Welshman, perhaps.
Earlier than that, I was getting married, and my husband to be was a handsome, intelligent, brave, gentle, blonde man who I saw in the distance down the hall dressed in white. But I wasn't sure why I was getting married, and as I got closer to the door of the chapel I realized that I didn't know his name. "Mark? ____?" Then my boss was there, and he asked me why I was marrying someone when I didn't even know his name, and I said "I don't know," and he offered to help me escape. So instead of going into the chapel, we hurried out into the dark parking lot and got into his SUV and he drove me into the city, to a little Italian restaurant. . . and that segued into the dreams of the boys -- something like "lost boys."
Lots of intense dreams last night. The most important was the one just before waking.
I had returned to the SCA, and was wandering alone to/through an event for which many people were sitting on a hill, almost on bleachers. I took my place in one of the free spaces toward the bottom, but was quickly hailed by former McFlandry's toward the top (can't remember who now). There were others near me as well who greeted me. The Gunner was there at some point.
Then I was up and wandering around and was greeted by Pathdancer, who was dressed in a plain gown but with a dark robe stiched in jewel-toned patterns that almost glowed. She had a tall crown on her head that seemed almost like a castle, and I think there was a unicorn on it. I 'remembered' that she was a baroness. She was happy to see me and greeted me warmly. She (or someone else) showed me an illustrated book which was made of wood frames carved/cut-out like lattice. Parchment was slid between the two sides and secured with tiny screws to make a book. I was delighted and impressed, since I had seen empty frames and hadn't figured out how they could be books.
At some point I was standing beneath a tree and felt something wet fall on me. I looked up and saw a man sitting in the branches. "Did you drop something on me?" I asked, thinking it had been an accident.
He gave me a sly grin. "I insulted you," he corrected -- and I realized that he had deliberately given me reason to call him out. But I didn't know who he was or how to do it. As I was processing that, another man came and slapped my arm with a glove, hardly slowing down enough for me to get a look at him.
The next part of the dream was me trying to find the two -- and I discovered that both were members of the chivalry. Meanwhile, I ran into Rocket_Jockey, who either also challenged me or counseled me -- or both, and at least one other stranger struck me with a glove.
Fine! I thought. If they are going to challenge me even if I don't know how to fight, I'll meet them anyway.
Then the first of the men came at me with a wooden (but very beautifully carved) dagger. I had nothing with which to defend myself but my new sword, so I drew it and tried to defend myself, but he soon had me on the ground, the dagger in my ribs. I retaliated by pressing my sword into his left shoulder. I was very aware I was using a sharp steel weapon, but he was wearing padding, so I assumed he would be fine -- or let me know if/when the sword actually touched flesh. But he did not give way before my weapon, and I knew his could not harm me, so I pushed harder, telling him to give way before I hurt him.
"It's already too late," he said, directing my gaze with his own. Sure enough, there was a stain of blood around my sword tip. I was appalled, ashamed, and tossed my sword away, apologizing, but realizing the damage had been done. I tried to explain that I didn't have rattan or a waster -- but then retracted my words, saying it was no excuse.
He seemed to approve of me, however, and got up and told me to come with him. I did, and as we entered a space that somehow seemed to be more "his" than the rest of it, a large black man with red wool(?) or dye in his hair, heavily armed and armored, with a red leather collar around his neck too narrow to be a gorget -- which made me think he was a slave -- came over and asked the man, "So she's going to join fight practice?"
"That she is," the man replied -- and my heart leaped.
"This is _____," the man said, introducing the black warrior -- and suddenly I recognized him, and smiled, and reached out to touch him, as if to reassure myself he was truly there, and he gave me a beautiful, delighted smile in return and returned my touch. And in my dream I knew I had seen him in dreams before, and I believe that waking as well, but I can't remember the specifics. He has always been powerfully built in my dreams, but never before garbed like this. And I think he said something to me or to the man about my saving many children, and maybe he had been one of them, or maybe we had done that together. In any case, I knew he was to have a big part in training me now, and we were both happy about it.
Then one of the other men who had struck me gave me a wooden practice sword -- leaving it on the table next to me with casual "You'll need this." And then several ladies came, and each gave me a different kind of gloves. And one of the ladies was [R's ex], who told me that one of her students had written a poem about me and how I had helped save him. There were four or five pairs of gloves on the table -- formal, delicate ladies gloves, not fighting gloves (maybe one pair of fighting gloves?), when the dream ended.
Ever since I wrote about looking up at the man in the tree who had dropped something on me, I've been thinking he was my teacher's primary ally. And I'm sure that the black warrior is someone real on the inner as well.
There had been other dreams earlier, including some that echoed and resonated with that last bit from GG, and I think Rocket_Jockey was in some of them as well. Something about teenage boys in trouble or social peril. And there were undertones of the Welshman, perhaps.
Earlier than that, I was getting married, and my husband to be was a handsome, intelligent, brave, gentle, blonde man who I saw in the distance down the hall dressed in white. But I wasn't sure why I was getting married, and as I got closer to the door of the chapel I realized that I didn't know his name. "Mark? ____?" Then my boss was there, and he asked me why I was marrying someone when I didn't even know his name, and I said "I don't know," and he offered to help me escape. So instead of going into the chapel, we hurried out into the dark parking lot and got into his SUV and he drove me into the city, to a little Italian restaurant. . . and that segued into the dreams of the boys -- something like "lost boys."
