Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/5/2020
By candy303
I was starring in a play about King Arthur. We were rehearsing in my living room while my mom cooked in the kitchen. Sophie was the director. We were rehearsing the scene in which Arthur pulls the sword from the stone. In our play, that moment happens in a big battle between Arthur and his friends and the villain, an intimidating knight in all-black armor. The good guys are losing the battle, the villain kills Arthur’s best friend, then Arthur pulls out Excalibur and defeats him with one blow. I knew that that was how it was supposed to happen even though I couldn’t for the life of me remember my lines. I’m not sure how to describe this, but the battle we were rehearsing became something between a play and reality. When the villain killed my (Arthur’s) best friend, I saw the sword go through him and come out bloody, and I felt genuine grief. However, I still knew it was a play. Sophie had us go through that fight over and over again, and each time, I tried to protect my friend but failed. Eventually I accepted that I wouldn’t be able to save him, and that he died every time we rehearsed the scene in order for the plot to progress. Then I got really disturbed by how readily I accepted my friend’s death, and briefly considered whether or not I’m a truly moral person. We went on with the play (it was as if my refusal to accept my friend’s repeated slaughter had been what was holding us back at that scene for so long). I was finally able to actually pull the sword out of the stone. Like before, the battle was very real, and my life was very much in danger, even though I was also aware this was a play. At that point, it was just me and the villain, since he had killed all my allies. I fought desperately to get closer to the anvil (which, in the dream, was my violin case for some reason). When I finally reached it, I grabbed it, but didn’t have time to open it because the villain was charging at me. I waved the violin case at him and yelled, “Excalibur!” I knew I had a longer and more dramatic line there, but I couldn’t remember it. The villain was obviously intimidated by just the name, because he backed away. I made no effort to open the violin case, even though the sword was presumably inside. Instead, when the villain charged at me, I blocked his sword with the case itself. We fought like this for a bit, sword against case, and I started to lose so I ran into the dining room. Sophie yelled my name and said we had to stay in the living room. I laughed and apologized for leaving the “stage”.