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Letters in the Sky

[WARNING: THIS DREAM CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.]
I’m in an open field at night with my beagle Lily. I’m on the run from something. I know that Lily needs to die- that it’s the right thing to do to kill her. I need to put her out of her misery, or something like that. I take her head in my hands and snap her neck, or try to. She’s still alive though. She looks at me with confused, hurt eyes. She doesn’t understand why I’m doing this to her. I try again to twist her head sharply. And again. And again. I give up with the twist method and set her head down. Lily tries to play with another dog, but because of the breaks I did manage in her spine, she doesn’t have the use of her front legs at all. I know I can’t stop, especially now. I take her head in my hands again and this time bend it all the way back until the top of her head touches her back, then twist her head over and over like winding up a towel. Finally, she dies.
[I wake up to my alarm, and after laying there feeling disgusted and awful for a long while, I fall back asleep]
I’m at some cabin type place, that feels like the inside of a Bass Pro Shops store. Everyone in my family that I know is here. Papa stands behind a counter and I stand next to Granny. Aunt Margret opens the door and lets in a litter of abnormally large husky puppies. Each puppy is at least the size of a child’s bike. This light brown husky comes up to me and jumps up on me. I try to catch his paws so his claws don’t hurt me. The pup is so excited that he’s peeing everywhere. I try to keep the urine off of me as best I can. The pup then jumps up on Granny, who doesn’t fair so well on keeping the urine off of her. I help her hose off, a process that’s easier for me since I didn’t get much on me and my skin can withstand the high pressure setting on the hose. I struggle to find a setting that is gentle enough not to hurt Granny but strong enough to wash the urine out of her jeans. I soak her with the “shower” setting on the hose attachment first, then continually twist the attachment until I find a better stream that isn’t so strong. Papa makes sure I know what I’m doing, and I affirm that the stream isn’t a hard one.
Then everyone is outside on the beach. It’s Margret’s birthday, and we’ve made her a cake the size of a table. It’s been iced beautifully with all kinds of vivid colors. The icing is professional and sharp.
Margret and my cousin Linda look up at the sky, and to everyone’s horror, Margret and Linda see two letters: E and N. If anyone sees a letter in the clouds, it means they are going to die, and soon.
There’s a short lived panic, trying to decipher who actually saw the letters first to figure out who is going to die.
Margret and Linda die shortly after, and after I’m done digging their grave in the sand right beside the waves, I start to spray Margret’s cake down with a mist of water from the hose. The icing runs and the colors blend. It’s no longer sharp and beautiful but a mess. I insist on spraying the entire cake before we leave. My family drags me off before I even get Margret and Linda buried properly.
Dad is driving a truck while I’m in the back. My uncle, my mom, and I are talking about what is going on, and what it means. I know that the four people that died before this saw the letters C, R, S, and T. I speculate that the deaths have something to do with the anti-Christ, and that the apocalypse is upon us.
My uncle starts to tell us a story about an ancient Chinese legend that he thinks is somehow involved. I see it as white and black ink on paper as he describes it.
He says that there were once two kings, represented by black ink figures on the paper. These two kings believed that each of them were the one true King of the land, and that the other was simply an impostor. The clergy of China, represented with white ink figures, drew the two kings together and aided in them agreeing to rule the land together.
One of the kings assassinated the other, illustrated by the black figure stabbing the other black figure with a sword. Then the king slayed the clergyman, going on to become the one true King of the land on his own.
Suddenly I’m back in time during this time period. I stand in a garden that has red pillars and doors. A loyalist to the other king, the one that is now dead, stands up to the assassin king. He challenges the King to a sword battle. The King agrees, but the warrior’s sword gets trapped between two red and gold doors.
The warrior was expecting this to happen, however, as it’s known that the King cheats. He unscrews the plastic handle from the blade that’s trapped in the doors, and screws it onto a different blade. They dual, the warrior knowing that if he doesn’t properly block or lunge just once, his sword will break at the handle.
Though he does an excellent job, the handle does end up breaking off the metal of the blade. He runs between the craft store isles, that are strangely placed in this garden. He finds bandannas that he covers his face in as a means to distract. It works because the King just stands and stares at his opponent. The warrior pulls another bandanna off the shelf and pulls it out of the plastic packaging. It has one of those plastic treads holding the folds together. He tugs at it playfully before SNAPPING it open, making a gun sound effect with his voice as he does so. The King is dazed by the noise right in his ear that he doesn’t even have the mind to brush the bandanna off his head after the warrior drapes it over his scalp. I take the opportunity to knock over the craft-supply-store shelves, and jump on top of the one that lands on the King.
The warrior finishes the job, and we are victorious. The warrior’s wife and sister sit at a table nearby. Me and the warrior are awkwardly saying our thanks and goodbyes, as I need to get back to my time.
We do a bow, which is his custom though it’s awkward to me. I insist on bringing him in for a hug, and though it’s against his custom, he relents because it is mine. We hold each other close, and I card my fingers through his short black hair.
At the last second before I leave, I remember that I want him to sign my blue tie. I take the tie off and grab a silver sharpy out of a basket in my Tardis. I run over to the table and ask him, his wife, and his sister to sign the back of the tie. He does so, his name elegant Chinese symbols that are a contrast to all the other English names. The wife is skeptical about signing, thinking it’s silly, but does so anyway.
I get the signatures of everyone I meet from the past on this tie. It’s important to me to carry them with me, even after I leave their time behind. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of November 20th, 2014
Real-life characters: Lily, Granny, Papa, Margret, Linda, Uncle, Mom, Dad.
Dream-created characters: Dog Lily tried to play with, Huskies, two kings, clergymen, warrior, warrior’s wife, warrior’s sister.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Cabin-like place, beach, truck, garden.
Different than real life: The thought of snapping Lily’s neck makes me ill and I can’t even fathom it unless I knew she was in pain, I’ve never rinsed urine off my Grandma, I’ve never to my recollection made a cake for Margaret, Margaret and Linda are both alive and well, my mom and dad haven’t been in the same place at the same time for more than thirty seconds in three years- let alone willingly in a truck together.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No.

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