War Camp

Date: 6/16/2016

I had a dream that was so vivid and detailed it could honestly be a movie. I woke up in the middle of a forest in my dream, there were two people hovering over me. One was a young male with brown hair and he was clothed in riches of silk and gold. The other person was a older woman who had her hair in a up-do and it was brown with strands of silver. She was draped in a red velvet cloth while wearing a black dress. They didn't say anything but they motioned me to follow them. So I did. As we approached what seemed to be a camp, I noticed flags waving high up in the air. These flags were shaped like a snakes tongue and were the color of the night sky, black. We walked a bit further and then the people I was following split up. I stood there confused on where to go then I noticed an woman who looked fairly young in front of me wearing a crown and gold shimmering cloth. I approached her and yet she said nothing. I stood there confused as ever when a male confronted me and asked me where I came from. I did not know where I came from, I just knew where I woke up. The male was intimidating to me as he also wore a crown and wore a drape over his shoulders. He went to grab my hand, I didn't flinch but as soon as his hand met mine I did. I felt his long nails brush across my palm. He pulled a piece of paper from my hand. Confused I looked at him wondering how long I had been holding that piece of paper. He then walked away and the woman led me to a table. We stood around the table and she started mixing together a bunch of powders. She looked up and asked the long nailed man if ishia could grind the powder up for her. He responded that ishia was in no place to grind it because she had been smoking all morning and was stoned. Frustrated, the woman mixing the powders ended up grinding her own powder. After she was done mixing and grinding, she rolled up a blunt. I asked what the purpose of the blunt was and she replied it was to find out what my inner soul wanted me to do for the war and what class I was to choose. After looking at her and seeing the truth in her eyes, I smoked the blunt as we walked down a trail. While walking down the trail a giant buzz rang through the air. And what seemed like magic, tall, narrow tints popped up from the ground and out came many young teenagers much like me. But most of them had long nails, long hair, sharp teeth, wings, wolfs, and beady black eyes. In amazement I watched as the teenagers exited the tints laughing and talking amongst themselves. I turned to the woman about to ask what this place was, but before I could finish my sentence a giant horn blew through the forest. Down the hill, in the distance, I could see two golden cows approach us surrounded by boars and soldiers. In he middle of the soldiers was a throne being carried by slaves and sitting on the throne was a very fat man covered in gold and women. The boars and soldiers began to chant "Who will win? Boars or Wolfs?" Repeatedly. As they chanted that verse, the teenagers from the camp gage red around them as did the wolfs. I could sense danger and instantly headed towards the houses that had just appeared to the camp.