SPOILER ALERT!
Yes, I am at that episode of Rings of Power Season 2 and its not a surprise it is happening is it? We knew it from the start. Even so, its a good reveal and a good ending to that little bit of story line.
It is a curious thing to dream. More curious still to remember them, I think.
Our subconscious mind, unconscious in sleep, works hard still. It conjures images and scenes which not often, in my case at least, manage to weave a narrative. Sometimes the images are blurred as if through a summer morning fog, but at others they come in clear, sharp resolution. I know some make much of interpreting dreams, of looking for reasons and even prophecy amongst them.
As a fantasy writer, this trope is not new to me. As a person, the desire to understand a dream, to fathom what my subconscious maybe trying to tell me, to make sense of the images and perhaps gain an insight into my own mind is tempting.
I've no doubt that dreams can oft be my mind trying to make sense of the day, to link cause and effect, draw a story from moment to moment, to give meaning to the meaningless. Whether that actually is the case, I don't know, but it is something that explains the un-explainable of dreams.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep, wrote Shakespeare and it is a quote, for all its morbid tone, which I think of often when dreams are mentioned.
I recall one episode of sleep paralysis. That moment when you are asleep but aware, when you can think with conscious thought but be unable to move. Scared the shit out of me.
I had a dream this morning which confused me, yet was vivid and clear. Of a car, of narrow streets, and a road which wound up and up the side of a tall tower, getting thinner and thinner until it should be as though no car could make progress, getting further and further from the destination - wherever that might be, or whatever. I could not say who was driving, only that I was a passenger in the car as it scrapped the walls, as I gripped the handles, and pressed my other hand against the window. But the car did not topple from its precarious perch as it sped on and on, up and up, the road thinner than the width of wheel, and above a spire which marked the end of the road...
And I woke up.
I am sure there are many interpretations of such a dream, I know I have conjured a few myself, each more plausible or impossible than the last. Of course, it could just be the result of eating a lot of Chinese food full of MSG and not drinking enough water... who knows, not me.
And now the wizard has found his staff (his Broomstick) and all I can think of is Sir Terry's line about wizards and their staff... A wizard's staff has a knob on the end (which is so clever, just like him).
So marks the end of Season 2.
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