I didn’t initually remember this dream when I woke up this morning. It was a night of not being able to sleep. I looked at the clock at 2AM and then again at 6AM. I don’t remember ever falling asleep. Then later in the day, this dream hit me.
I was running away from something. The environment was a Medieval castle. I locked myself in a tower. Seemingly for several weeks or years I waited until whatever was persuing me went away.
I don’t remember much of it at all. I remember something dreadful was effecting the environment. It was necessarily horrific or groteseque. Only merely strange and it might have gotten me had I not learned to keep quiet in the room I was in for several weeks.
I wish there was some scientific way of intrepreting dreams. And yet merely even trying to pinpoint the exact feelings that a subconscious projects is almost near impossible. We can say what we *think* a dream is, but that idea might be about was useful as a divining stick in a desert.