Imagine Dragons (updating so slowly that it's ridiculous)

Dreams

My dream is screwed up.
It's like Tim Burton's wonderland movie. Neon colors and wounded animals; fantasy creatures in all their glory.
But not like unicorns in books. These have coats like horses in pattern, but in neon colors. I don't see any that are just white.
Mermaids with tails of faded colors and scaled arms and chests, topped off with knotted dreadlocks with seaweed twisted in. Fangs warp their jaws.
Faeries with torn wings, neon dresses and all-black eyes. Their noses are pressed flat to their faces and their skin sparkling with twirling scars.
And dragons. Oh, the dragons. Huge and small, of colors all across the Fäntäsiä spectrum. Their wings are ripped and their flames ravaging forests.
Fäntäsiän forests. They aren't anything like forests here. The trees have conscious thoughts, not to the level that humans do, but animalistic. They hunt down their prey mercilessly, and when they work together as a whole (which almost never happens because of rivalry and their thirst for... blood. That's right. They drink blood) they can murder Fäntäsiän creatures by the thousands. They're like vampire trees. Also, while jîr is the forest as a whole, a single death-tree is called a jîllä.
I'm pretty proud that I figured that out. I feel all professor-y and smart.
You probably didn't want to know that. Whatever.
Anyway, in the dream, there's no humans. Fäntäsiä hasn't ever had humans.
But when I flew over in my dream, the Fäntäsians saw me. And they were afraid.
"The Queen of Three Colors has returned," they said. "She shall trap us in her realm, forcing us to be one with her society." All of that, of course, was said in Fäntäsiän.
Maybe once they had a human, or a humanoid. And she was a cruel queen, presiding over their society, picking her own battles and stealing their freedom. Hence the "three colors" thing.
I think.
My subconscious flys me deeper into Fäntäsiä, swerving and dipping randomly, like I'm riding on a massive bird.
When I get to the edge of the jîr, I'm scared out of my wits.
It's a castle, a gónênšt, but it's dilapidated and falling apart. A klôrnä.
The stone walls, which clearly at some point could withstand several nuclear bombs, are now crumbling and turning to dust. Around eighty feet up the wall begins to build outward like inverted steps. At a hundred feet the highest points stop, and in some places, where the wall is mostly intact, it's clear the the wall used to be twenty feet wide, and that at about ninety-five feet up the walls stopped filling in so armies of guards could walk across. Stairs must start somewhere in inside of the wall.
The gates are huge. They're about seventy feet high, and they're a black, shining metal, somehow managing to glow.
Inside of the walls, the castle rises. There's no surrounding villages, just dead, barren plain before the castle rises up. The tallest tower, the east tower, peeks above the top of the wall.
This castle is ridiculous. Giant towers and twirling staircases, with a blocky main build by the ground, and slowly rounding off as you go up, almost as if they figured out how a castle is supposed to look as they went along.
Walls are torn out, and the black stone is slightly singed in some places. Somehow I know that it's mėnė lôntė - dragon fire. From what Aurora has painted I assumed that the dragons are bad, and somehow I know that they aren't exactly approachable, not only in appearance, but in their hoarding ways and their temperament, which more often than not leans towards outright evil. Apparently, though, even they didn't like whoever lived here.
The Queen of Three Colors. That's who it must have been.
What happened here? Why can everything here see my dream-self, and why are they afraid? What was this Queen like, even? Was she the Fäntäsiän version of the White Queen from Narnia?
Well, if everyone here can see me anyway, why not ask?
I glance down and realize that nothing living is anywhere near the Queen's Castle. And yes, her Castle needs a capital C.
Queen, I think as I soar back towards life. What's Queen in Fäntäsiän?
Queen, I realize. Queen is a human word, so in Fäntäsiän it's just Queen. They didn't bother to make a new word for the human - they let her keep the title that she brought, not knowing what it meant exactly. For them, Queen will never mean what it means for humans. It will always be associated with evil and dictators and confinement.
And the Queen of Three Colors. Hï Queen í Färn Kârmônâ.
I see a group (pack? Herd?) of unicorns, all different neon colors, munching on the multicolored grass. I wonder for a moment if they have to eat the color grass that matches their coat, but then I realize that that's ridiculous. But hey, this entire dream is ridiculous.
I drop in a dive, catching myself at the last second, landing lightly on my feet. The earth immediately accepts me, and somehow I can tell. The bünêrâ, however, think otherwise. They whinny and rear, but they don't lash out at me or run. They're waiting for me to prove myself or disprove myself, I realize. And bünêrâ don't take kindly to outstretched hands and showing that you don't mean harm. You need to battle their strongest. If you last at least färnîl kînér (thirteen twenty-seven second periods - Fäntäsiä has a different concept of time) the you are accepted by the group (again, herd? Pack?) and they won't attack you, however much they want to, unless you hurt one of their own.
"I will fight your strongest," I say formally in Fäntäsiän, as is custom (I don't know how I know this).
"Very well," a neon yellow bünêr says, stepping aside.
The bünêr that steps out is huge and one of the Fäntäsiän colors (żėl, in Fäntäsiän) with contrasting teal stripes. She (I can tell it's a female because her horn is twisted) has a knotted mane with the occasional dreadlock, and the same goes for her tail. Her eyes have a neon pink pupil (pupil color changes in Fäntäsiä as opposed to the irises - irises and the surrounding area are both navy, no matter who the bünêr) and they glow as she looks at me.
"You are an enemy, one of the Queen of Three Colors' kin, but you know the ritual so we will follow tradition. Know that if you hurt one of my brethren we will slash you to ribbons."
"I do know and accept your terms."
We proceed to circle each other. Adrenaline pumps through my veins, and I know that if I die here I won't wake up.
She lunges with lightning speed, slashing at me with her horn. I hit the ground and roll backwards back to my feet. Fäntäsiä has sharpened my reflexes and my senses, and I feel more alert than I ever have.
I fly into a spinning-flip thing and sail over the bünêr, landing on my toes on the other side, completely balanced.
The next two kînér slip by in flashes of adrenaline, and before I know it I'm in.