A couple of nights ago, I had this dream involving a school outing to a remote castle where we would be staying. The journey involved two buses, one driven by an evil, crazed bus driver, and the other – one haunted by evil, dark magic.
Last night, the same cast of characters turned up for episode two. The castle ended up being a remote community built on a steep, craggy island. I was one of the older kids of varying ages, and my peer group seemed to be those in charge. Our leader was a girl, a powerful witch. During a game, some of the younger kids ran off – a herd of horses were charging towards us, and we had to watch, unable to help as unicorn reared up on the younger children, just as the heavens opened and the storm broke. I’m not sure what happened to the kids, but events caused panic and we ran for cover. As the storm swept in across the island from the sea, the sky was lit in shards of striking colours, and and we took cover in the stone buildings, taking to narrow staircases that went down into underground chambers…
I’m sure there’s a story in here somewhere.
