I had a rather scary and intriguing dream last night. (And one more 'downer got killed by subconscious.
)
I was living together with
Lari and
Mira and some other girls, possibly
Nienna,
Fea,
Brinn and/or
Aganzir. We lived next to a graveyard where there were buried many people who had committed suicide. The graveyard depressed
Lari a lot, and one day she just went there and did not return.
A bit later, I was walking past the graveyard and saw an old woman sitting there. I realised I had seen her there several times before, so I went to ask her what is she doing in the graveyard. "I'm looking for a spirit who took her own life because she could not bear the anguish of the dead anymore," the woman replied. "
Lari," I said reflexively, realising she must have killed herself. The woman grinned maliciously. "Now I have a name to call her with and I can summon her!" she laughed. "
Lari, I bid you to come." And
Lari's ghost came. "Now, kill her," the woman commanded and pointed at me.
Lari's face turned purple, because she did not want to kill me and she was trying to fight against the command. "You cannot command her for you don't know her full name!" I shouted at the woman, and then I turned to
Lari and said: "
Lariren Shadow, do not attack me!" And she didn't.
The old woman was very displeased by this, so she summoned the guardian of the graveyard, a warrior spirit from the Middle Ages. He was a huge man wielding a two-handed sword.
Lari drew her sword too and they started fighting.
Lari was losing, the man was stronger and more skilled, and the hem of her dress was so long that she kept almost tripping over it. "I'm sorry..."
Lari cried while fighting. "I never was as good at sword fighting as
Mira." She was parrying more and more weakly: the man had the high ground. I realised
Lari could not last long unless she'd manage to get to the high ground. But as long as the man was aiming ferocious blows at her all the time, she had no way of doing anything else but parrying.
So, I had to interfere. Desperately, I drew my fruit knife with an extraordinarily short blade and started stabbing the man's thigh. He paid me hardly any attention, until he did what I wanted: tried to get rid of the nuisance and aimed a horrible strike at my direction. I knew all along I had no way of parrying it with the fruit knife, nor could I properly duck it. He hit me on my hip and there was a horrible wound. Before he could attack me again,
Lari, who was now on the high ground and behind his back, started attacking him again and he had to face her. I continued hitting him with the fruit knife and finally, I had my knife at his throat. "Shall I kill him?" I asked.
"It is not fair if you kill him, it is not a fair duel if you interfere!" the old woman shouted. I shrugged. "I know... and I even couldn't kill him with this pitiful knife."
And then, I woke up. I never discovered how the fight ended, which is quite sad. However, I think the dream was rather cool (despite poor
Lari committing suicide) and I especially like how it could be read as a reflection of one of my favourite scenes in LotR...
