Dream 3, March 30th, 2021

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I dreamt that I was in this weird tower kinda locked up. It frequently changed levels and it was always morning. I had "magic supplies" in the room and I was drawing something complicated on the ground. There were others there but they were not "real" like I created them type deal. They came and went. So after drawing this circle thing on the ground with shit, I couldn't read, a portal opened up. I did a happy dance and like a dumbass jumped right in there. For a second, only half my body went in there so I looked at "my creations" with confusion. Then the room kind of went dark, night time and they disappeared and I felt something grab mY ANKLE IN THE PORTAL. It was cold. I then fell through the rest of the portal, the portal closed. I was in a throne room, long and empty, my brain told me it was freezing cold in there. The throne room was dark blue/black-ice-type material with red swirls/spots in places. I think those were blood. There were no traces of light and it was silent. I stood up with a grin of Oh Shit I Done It Now and looked where the throne should be. A figure was standing in front of it and pulled out this huge sword. He then started walking towards me and as I got a closer look, he was fully armored in this ice armor that was gold. So I started scabbling backwards cause the ground was slippery and no matter how far backwards I went, I didn't actually move. He then stopped when he neared me, pointed his sword at me, and said something I couldn't understand. Before I knew it, the scene changed and I was in another dark place under the castle my mind told me. Then I heard footsteps and a gate opening. My heart quickened and that woke me up




theory: midnight possibly got caught and was taken here who knows


btw there was not much here because well we didn't exactly have enough time or so idk to even think about this one a bit but well idk welp I shall text in a few bai for a bit and btw I will update any time a new dream appears

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