Dreams castle

In an older style castle, and a guy in a truck opens a huge box of tarantulas and they storm the castle.

Giraffes in a castle

It started out in a castle .. this castle of course looked very old on the out side and just as new on the inside. the dream picked up when I was coming out. I stepped into the entrance room; and rectangular room with a banister just about the center of the room so that someone on the second floor could walk the full lengeth of the room. I began to rise into the air. and when I reached the banister wings erupted from my back and I began to fly around the room. I flew out of the door that was already open. I landed on the steps of the school and looked into the sky were I saw hundreds of thousands of angles circling. it looked like a hurican of angles. I then looked to one of the second story windows of the school.. where I saw about 5 angles gathered at one of the windows. I flew over to them to see what they were doing. and I saw the angle in front who was having a telepathic conversation with a girl in the class room. he gestured with one finger for her to come out side and she got up and left the class room.. the teach kept teaching the students kept learning.. no one noticed her leave. I then wanted to see how high and fast I could fly so I began to fly I found myself in the universe.. and I was over the earth.. I said "this is got to be a dream.. but I like where its going, so Ill follow it! I flew back to the school.. where there were two men.. who had no wings.. a voice came from beyond the dream and said. " one this day thogh many were called not all remembered how to fly I told them I would teach them both.. and grabbed them both in each arm. and began to try and fly.. but I couldnt. all the while there were shadows trying to get me.. but I could jump over them.. I told the two men the best way I could explain in words.. how to fly and they went.. I dont know if they ever learned

I dreamed that I lived in a castle that I had built with my own hands. I had carved every inch of exposed wood. My wife was complaining that I spent more time taking care of and building the castle than I did her. I stab her in the ear with a pencil and she falls to the floor screaming then a bunch of rats come out and start biting on her and she dies. I walk down a very wide stair case to the living room and there is a fat lady sitting on a white leather couch looking out my floor to ceiling windows in the back of the house. A few feet behind her is a row of very large cages which hold a couple of lions and a gorilla. I climb up on the door of the end cage and let out the two lions. They attack the fat lady and she dies. I go inside the cage to keep myself away from the lions. The gorilla cage is connected to the lion cage with a single door. The gorilla holds up a key as if to tell me he can get to me if he wants. I exit the cage and flip a switch on the lock which makes the lock permanently locked and cannot be opened with a key. The lock casing is made of brass and I had carved it as well. I exit the castle through a hidden door near the cages. Once outside I stand back and look at the magnitude of my castle. I climb up the outside wall because some of the stones are sticking out just enough for a foot/hand hold. I enter back into the castle through an open window. I take a phone book off a small table in the room and set it on fire in order to burn down the castle.

1697 - There is a feeling blackness and desolation where once productivity and sense of community took place. “When I arrived, windows were closed up; tapestries covering windows. You could tell there was pillaging and evacuation with the arrival of this new emerging power. Where when I arrived, it was flourishing. The thick walled gates have been damaged. When it once smelled earthy, now is stench and filth. Now it is just a castle in the middle of nowhere with occasional lost chicken or animals running loose. 1697 KRK – ah, a stoney sectional-multi level house surrounded by cypress and pale yellow roses. The cliff drops off to one side, sloping down into the water. Deep blue water. The furniture here is not as thick and woodsy as (Lika castle) but more primitive of animal skin. There is a window that looks out into the water. Sun shines through it! Terraces looking out over cliffs. There is a small kitchen, where of, course, I love to spend time. Herbs grow in windows, and bouganvilla in pots. I don’t really feel cold, but love the smell of wood burning in a stove. When we arrived, walls were cracked and there were no potted plants of color. There is a little notch of a private cove were we dock a wooden boat. Sometimes at night, we would take a lantern and fish for silver fish. They are drawn to the light. We keep a mule for carrying provisions up. A goat. Some chickens, some pigs. Our diet is mostly fish and vegetables, cheese I make. You make cheese? I laugh, yes. Cook has been with me a long time. She has been my right and left angel wings. Lost her husband about five years ago, all knotty fingered from years of hard hard work. Never a complaint. You need to remember that we have to be discreet, in hiding. No music. No friends. Little laughter. A lot of contemplation. A time to tell my story. Sometimes, my eyes are so weighed down with the darkness of death. Here I don’t have to dress in accordance with the social status of my relations.