i was walking home and wearing a sarong. i walked into an old quaint indie shop that i knew id been to before.
(in previous dreams involving seven)
i was looking at some incense holders and trying to not look suspiciuos, even though i wasnt going to take anything.
seven walked through the door. he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto a bench in the shop. i tried to leave, because i was sure seven was mad.
he pulled me down and asked for my help.
we went to a camp. it was full of caravans and there were two wooden buildings at the entrance. i had to distract a guard while seven filmed something.
i had arms made of balloons. they were really long. and i had to keep hitting the guard with them when he went for the alarm. the guard had a pink hot towel over his face, and his head was tipped back, as if to keep it there. i did it for ages and ages and i was getting really scared.
i chucked the arms on the floor and ran out. the guard pressed the alarms and lots of people started running across a field, away from the camp. i ran too but it was as if i was running in slow motion, my legs were moving, but they wouldnt move fast enough, i was so scared that they would catch up with me.
all the people reached an impermiable line of trees. there was a house made of marble, which had a passage to the river, through the trees. everyone else decided to turn back, but me and a young girl carried on. the water was freezing cold and i lifted up the sarong i was still wearing to walk through it. there was a marble tunnel, we crawled through, and came to a huge lake on the other side. we had to swim across.
all the boats on the lake were old and wooden. they were grayish coloured and werent moving. we crossed the lake in what i was sure was three days.
the girl i was with made me buy a boat, so i did. but there were only wooden ones. i asked why and i was told "its 1785!"
i threw my sarong in the water as we sailed. but i had a jumper on now, that came to my knees. we kept going until we reached a path with overgrown plants on each side. i saw people looking for us and the little girl said "they are catching up!"
i had to go back to the camp, and was made to tell my story to a man, he was thickly built, and was quite old, but he looked commanding and not frail.
i told him and he laughed, and wouldnt believe me, so i punched him in the face, and he kept laughing, so i pummelled him and all the time i was crying really hard because he was laughing at me.
