Darkness

I will be honest. My dreams have not been kind to me as of late. I suppose it's to be expected considering the amount of chaos that seems to plague me in the waking world. Between school, home, and in the process of moving, well...lets just say my dreams are just...gone as soon as I wake up. That, and the weather hasn't been particularly kind. Snow, snow, and more snow. Did you know it's physically painful to move in the snow? I couldn't feel my toes and hands...and I wore two pairs of socks!
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Anyway, this is hardly the place for me to rant about the waking world. This is the domain of my dreams, is it not? A place for me to collect, and gather and think...a safe-haven. Safe-havens. I love safe-havens. If only there were more of such things in the waking world, then I wouldn't be day-dreaming about dreaming.
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I do vaguely remember something from last night, however. My dream self felt oddly comfortable...at peace...warm. Perhaps it had to do with the many blankets I used...I don't know. It was cold, but I felt safe and arm. There was...something there, watching. That same sense of protectiveness. I don't know if it was him. It could have been...there was nothing absolutely malicious about it. I felt like I was crying. I felt tears and I felt that they were mine. But beyond that...everything just eludes me.
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Perhaps I will find out later tonight about what I dreamt. I've stopped using the rosemary sachet I had...It got lost among the things I've packed for the move with the family. I don't have my favorite stuffed animals either. I'm not sure how I'll sleep. Oh well, I'll find something. In the meanwhile, I'll just wait and write and just...focus.

In a Dragon's Claw...

I didn't sleep well to stay the least, and if anything, the rosemary under my pillow seemed to amply my dream. It staved away several, I'm certain, because as you can tell, I have not recorded any dreams as of late, but now, I'm not so certain.
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They say that rosemary could help answer a question the dreamer posess if the dreamer thought about it hard enough before falling asleep. But perhaps this one was a one of a more subconscious nature? I don't know. Regardless, my dream:
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I was in a large, oriental-style house that belonged to a strong, powerful creature, the dragon. My dreamself was aware of who I arrived there. My mother brought me there because of some debt she owed to the fearsome creature, and as such, he was to possess me after prophosizing my mother would have twin daughters. I was, perhaps, five years of age, because my dreamself could still remember crying and crying as my mother's figure disappeared into the distance. The dragon, however, was amused.
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I stayed with the dragon with one other person - a woman who threatened me as often as she could when the dragon was away. Even in the presence of the dragon, she would whisper horrors into my dreamself's ear, and as years passed in the dream, my dreamself grew more and more fearful. At one point, I found myself on a swing-like contraption, sitting over it in the large house that possessed a pond beneath it. The woman came and she would laugh and point and I would hear the crunching of bones - the Dragon was beneath the swing, beneath the water, savoring the bones of some poor soul.
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"That will be you if you do not do as you're told." the woman said.
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The dream itself, however, shifted and this time, the dragon appeared, and looked at me. He told me I would gain my freedom if I lost my virginity within the span of twenty four hours. The thought frightened me, and told me that if I should not be able to do such a thing, my life would be his, I would be killed.
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I was able to leave the house, and my dreamself was aware of someone, one of the town's boys that often came by to drop food supplies. My dreamself and him passed by one nother on occassion, but now, when he recognized me in one of the shops, he did not stop himself from approaching me. The dragon, however, had sent other creatures after me to hinder any possibility of me regaining my freedom. We ran.
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There were only a few minutes left before I would find myself in the clutches of the dragons. I knew my life would end. The dragon reappeared and just as he was about to speak to me...
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My mother cam in and woke me up. Needless to say, this dragon refused to escape my mind and now, I can't seem to stop thinking about it.