fairy wings

Date: 10/22/2016

By missbreeanne

At the start of the Dream, I stood at the bottom of stairs that were outside, with a young boy. At the top of the stairs, coming down to join us were a girl about the boys age, and someone that was my age. I was baffled because the boy didn't know what Jumanji was. I realized it was the difference in generations. My dream flashed forward, and I was a woman in my late thirties, sitting at a round table, with a woman in her twenties, and a man much older than me. I had the impression we were related. On the table before us for the board game, Jumanji. We were waiting for someone to join while discussing the fact that the game had not been played in many years, as though the movie itself had been apart of our past. I remember seeing one of the monkeys from the movie outside, and felt it was a completely natural sight. Shortly after the game board began glowing. I next found myself a part of a fairy colony, living in the woods. These woods I recognized as the woods that surrounded my childhood house, though the house itself I never saw, however beyond the woods was the open field and garden that my neighbors had owned. I remember we fairy were performing a ritual or a festival of some sort when I became aware of a colony of dark elves living in the field beyond the woods. A second ritual was being prepared, I feel as though it were a wedding of some sort, but we fairy feared for the safety of the younger members of our colony, so we sealed them in a box crafted of tree branches. I then found myself as one of the children in the box. We were happy and giggling when the box was attacked by what we thought was a dark elf, ages and garbed in dark robes, with one eye covered by a patch. But he in fact was a dark elf hunter, trying to steal our wings. He stole my wings, and I became aware I could no longer switch between being a small fairy and a human sized fairy, a phenomenon I had not experienced prior in the dream, but it was apparently so. My perception then switched to a male fairy child, much younger, who the hunter was trying to take the wings of when our parents came and chased him away. The last thing I remember was walking with my fairy mother, discussing that he was a hunter and not a dark elf, and making a joke about he only had one eye. My mother found no humor in my joke.