I remember laying seige to the castle walls. Only it occured twice. The first time, I do believe it was successful. Then as if, a potentiality that lies aside the first instance, it was failure.
In the second time, I remember fighting with my sword, stricking enemy after enemy. And then I strick my own brother. It is no death blow, but a strick in the shoulder that leaves him incapable of fighting as well as he can. We become overwhelmed as he was our best figther. There are only 3 of us that survive, I am to meet up with them at a predetermined location, but I am delayed. We miss our meeting and as such can not continue with the battle.
Now we must flee, we take to an old water way passage that leads outside of the castle. We seek refuge in the towns below.
The dream clouds over...
Now I did happen to watch Lord of the Rings last night, but I still feel as though there is meaning within this astral expression of sub-conscious.
interpretations always welcome of a dream
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