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Okay, it all started about two weeks ago. I had it only a couple of times, then I started having it every day since last wednesday.

It starts the same.

I'm in a medievil-like setting, or whomever's perspective I'm seeing is, with a large city. Whitewashed buildings, cobblestone streets, carts and carriages. It's hundredxs of years back, with perioid clothing and the like.

Then it switches.

I'm suddenly in a grand ballroom. Beautiful tile floors, tall columns from the floor to the celing with tapestries hanging on the wall.

There's a man, I'm dancing with him. Round and round in a waltz, others dancing around us.

He's beautiful. Slight, angular face with pale and blemish-free skin. Perfect teeth and a wonderful smile. Dark, gray, charcoal colored eyes with flicks of silver. He's wearing a doublet-like thing, a coat with tails and pants-- jet black along with leathr knee-high boots. His hair is silvery, bautiful and long and tied back into a braid. He is tall.

We're dancing and dancing and then we stop, he's laughin and smiling, having a great time. He looks at me and says some things, but it's a language I don't understand. I have never heard anything like it before.

Suddenly, he's worried and he pulls me to the side, making sure I'm okay. He's trying to reassure me of something. I answer back in the same language, and he gets deffensive. We argue. Then he sighs, leans over and kisses me, patting my cheek. He says more, his voice soft. He's trying to tell me something.

Then he gives me this heartwrenching look.

He says something more, but I still don't understand it.

Then the scene shifts.

I'm on a battle field, thousands of bodies soaked in blood. The ground, acres and acres of plains (ever scene Stardust? Or Hellboy two? It's like Scottish plains ) of massacre.

And then I see the man, fighting another man. This man is tall as well, wearing elaborate capes and the such. They are fighting and fighting, their swords slashing agaisnst each other. I watch in horror.

And then, the silver-haired man sees me. His eyes twist in horror as the enemy sees me as well, and then moves to attack. The silver-haired man lets out a cry and makes a mad dash, jumping in front of me, and he gets impaled upon the sword. Letting out a gurgle, he falls, but at the last moment, he stabs the man in the shoulder. The enemy pulls his sowrd away and makes a run for it.

The silver haired man falls to the ground and I rush to him, holding him and pulling him to my lap. He says a few things, kind of soft and caresses my cheek. I can feel tears on my cheek and I speak back. And then he dies.

And then I wake up.

This dream isn't a nightmare or anything, it's jsut confusing. I haven't had dreams in the longest time, and then this one is reaccuring. It's in first person, but I never see who I am. >.<


P.S. AMANDAAAAAA. I want to tell you the rest. Lol. Hurry and stop worry about the rest of the world. XD Joking, joking.