In so many dreams, I'm wandering through a kingdom or a city high on a cliff with violent waters below. It's romantic yet unsettling. Last night, I dreamed that a friend and I were in a kingdom like this. We wandered through the city, stepping over wet, brown rocks. The farther we walked, the more we changed. Suddenly, we were creatures that looked like a cross between a reptile and a cat.
We tried the logical thing, I suppose--walking backwards. Nothing helped. So we climbed and climbed to the top of the cliff where the castle stood. We hoped that whoever lived there could help us. An enormous komodo dragon crawled out of a hole on the side of the cliff and started to chase us, hissing loudly. We had become more agile and leaped from rock to rock.
By the time we reached the castle, a storm had whipped up. Even as high as we were, we could feel the spray of the ocean. We clung to each other, frightened by the lightning that seemed so close. We extended our hands to knock on the great doors of the castle, and they were human again.
Why do I keep dreaming of castles and water?
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Because you keep forgetting to water the queen roses in your garden?
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