Sorry about posting twice in a row, but I had a dream which I absolutely have to share, and if I just edit my last post, no one will read it, because this topic has died, which I think is very sad.
The beginning was extremely random, and seems irrelevant, so I will not tell it. I'm not even sure that it is part of the same dream.
I dreamed that several people were making me a black cloak out of very thin fabric. The hood fell over my face, but I could see through it well enough to not bump into anything, so I left it there. The people led me to a big box just big enough for me to stand in, or lie in if it was tipped over. It was up on the side, so I could just walk into it. They were putting me in the box, and I didn't resist them. There were two boxes, the other one had a lid on it, but it was still tipped up sideways. There was a wooden ladder in between the two boxes. I asked why I had to have the cloak on, and someone inside the other box pushed the lid off, and said it was so I couldn't find him. I should pause here and explain some things I just knew. I knew that I loved this person, and the other people didn't like it, so both of us were going to be buried alive, and the boxes were coffins. I wasn't scared at all, I just said 'Then look at me, and find me,' and pulled the hood off my face. I could see him clearly now, and he was absolutely the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen, but now I can't remember exactly what he looked like. We stared at each other for a while, with me leaning on the ladder, then I put the hood back over my face and walked into the box. The other people pushed the box over, but it fell into another ladder, and broke two of the steps. It stopped on the next step. I looked at my hand and saw a ring that the guy in the other box had given me. Then the next step broke and the box fell all the way. The scene changed and I can't really describe what it looked like, other then that it was yellow-pink, not orange, with a few turquoise swirls. It was more a feeling than a scene. I was there, and the guy from the box was there, and I knew that we were dead. I thought, 'They didn't succeed.' Then the scene changed again, and I was in a house, just finishing telling a story to a fat man. It was like I had been telling what I had just dreamed. I said, 'They didn't succeed,' and woke up, then I remembered my dream and started crying. I was sad all day.
This was a while ago, but it has been bothering me, and I become sad again every time I think of it. If this seems a little hard to understand, it is because I can't think of words to clearly express this dream.
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