Last night, my friend Mirtill showed me pictures before bed. They were of ice skating and a trip to Vienna during Christmas season to look at all the shops. I began to fall asleep at pictures of a nephew napping, and realized how tired I was. I went right to bed without changing my clothes, brushing my teeth, or going to the bathroom.
I dreamed I was in a mall on the river, talking to my little brother Joel about the most evil wizard. "Well, if he ever asked about your wand, you would have to lie to make him not interested. Don't let him know it's one of the most magical wands in the world, but say you picked it yourself off of an old elf tree."
There was a random scene to my dream when I was on the side of a narrow, crowded street driving a mini-van. The windows were icing up because it was snowing lots, and there was a team of police men walking around just to help people clean their cars.
Then I was in a shop by the river trying to buy a towel, and my mom got tired of waiting for me and left. Before I could follow her out, I became a grown woman with curly blond hair.
A viking jumped out of nowhere and tried to capture me. I hit my head against the ground, and was out of it.
I came to, face down on the floor of a stage, in a dress of all white. The viking was marrying me, and asked if I would be his lawfully wedded wife. "Say yes, say yes, Mommy!" It was my own daughter, a year older than when I last saw her, standing in a pew.
I realized that I had been out-of-it for a whole year, all because of this man. I grabbed a very spiky candlestick and got to my feet. The viking drew his sword, and I used my weapon to cut off the tip. The best man screamed and came towards me from behind, but I wasted no time, and dropped the candlestick on the floor, while using my foot to jam it through his feet. He screamed again and fell to the floor. I managed to steal the Viking's sword and stabbed him through his face.
It was years later, and I was the teenage daughter of this woman. I had a little brother now, and the three of us were coming home to our lovely home right off the beach. We went to the back porch to look into the ocean, and my little brother crawled into my mother's lap. "She just gets really moody sometimes..." my mother was explaining to my little brother. Me?! I don't get moody! I sighed an exasperated, teenage sigh and stomped back into the house, proving my mother right.
In the living room, I looked at the pictures above our mantle, pictures of my mother before her "wedding." She kept them, maybe because they are her only record of having lived that year after the viking knocked her out. The porcelain frame held three photos, and was labeled "Bridesmaids." The first was of a strange woman with curly dark hair, trying her best to smile while my mother made a gross face at her. The second was of the woman kissing my mom on the cheek while she made a face and pushed away the way a toddler would. The third was of the dark-haired woman, sitting on a bed, shrugging as if to say, "I have no idea where the bride wandered off to."
Suddenly, a voice behind me caused me to gasp. I turned around, and it was the most evil wizard! When he asked where my mother was, I thought back to earlier in the dream, when I talked to Joel about lying to stay safe. I told him she was out, and wouldn't be back for a while. Of course, at just that moment, my mother and brother walked along the beach past the huge window of our living room. The most evil wizard made a triumphant noise/exclamation, and shot through the bottom part of our wall on his stomach. Our house was full of water, but it instantly started draining out of the hole he created.
My bladder was too full to let me see what happened next. I woke up.