lantairvlea | freaky dream, well, not really, but it was interesting

Started out in a castel in Germany and it was the trip for next year and we were staying in the castel. For some odd reason some of the cast from Harry Potter made appearances and I had a conversation with a kid about seas and lake and was transported to a partially sunken roman or greek (I think it was actually Greek) city that had all sorts of statues of Gods in one building. The Thunder God (couldn't say if they actualy called him Zeus) was like a centaur, except he had the torso of a man and the body of a deer in one statue and the other had him in bronze instead of marble and sitting in a chair in a somewhat forlorn manner. No clue what that may mean.

Somehow the scene shifted back to the castel and a guy was trying to get through the door (at first I had the impression it was Herr Cole, but I think after the door was actually opened it was someone else). The door ate his quarters (apparently you could use them to open a locked door), flipped him off (as best a door can as they have no fingers), and finally relented. Snowhawk was inside, sleeping, but she had bright green mane. Once the person who was now no longer Herr Cole, but someone else entirely walked through the door a long internal monolouge began (I think it's here where I realize that it's someone else) ranting about Janus, Snow's green mane, and I don't know what else. He left the room and close the door (which probably relocked itself, doors tend to be stubborn like that).

I think I started a new dream after that as this one was animated and featured an Armadillo and myself (all I know is that I wasn't human, couldn't tell ya' the species. Very peculiar. The Armadillo got pissed and started ripping on a vulture and I had to step in. I think the Armadillo was a fan of me, or at least that was my impression.

Now I need to go to English 102. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridas at 7.00, I should get to bed earlier. Grr, so hard to get up when room's cold.