#not much more than a moss covered log cabin with trees that made gettig to it without fallig off the cliff difficult for anyone unpracticed

[theobot]

My brain keeps feeding me these intricately plotted, detailed dreams that feel like the beginnings or middles or ends of novels and I never dream so I’m lost in confusion

#today i was the young queen of a nation of mountainous islands #the king was someone of my age and we stood together in silence at a religious ceremony off to the side #we kept a low profile never wearing intricate crowns or fancy clothing and lived in no castles and ate no feasts #a humble royalty for a humble country of farmers and fishermen #someone burst through the doors of the sanctuary to tell everyone of the sea orcs attacking our ships #they moved quickly and would spring into attack and hide over and over leaving wreckage and chaos #we set out in our faster ships blaring signals to stay home or stay put but there was carnage on the water #a general spotted us and chased after us his boat equal in speed to ours but was distracted by a more intricate ship and sent a lesser ship #after us assiming we in our simple but quick ship were just peasants. a sorceress easily broke their ship in half #we made it to the main island; a country of sheep and goat farms woth chickens squaking up the mountain side reminiscent of the swiss alps #we called for them to blare the horns and the people ran for the tunnels to the great keep we had built in the center of the tallest mtn #accesible only through these narrow and hard to spot tunnels that we and only we knew #but the king and i instead ran up a narrow dirt path with a handful of key officials; the sort of path others would fall off #if they tried to follow us; and made it to the station where we could blare the final horn causing the fire atop the mountain to be lit #the fires atop the other islands lit and horns could be heard blaring from bbelow as everyone was warned of the threat and we continued on #up the mountain we went until we reached the ridge which we walled down until we reached a spot between to great peaks; a vallied ridge #with steep cliffs to either side and only a narrow single-file passage to either side and there in that space was our home #not much more than a moss covered log cabin with trees that made gettig to it without fallig off the cliff difficult for anyone unpracticed #and we ran into our home and lit our hearth and held together as he and the others discussed if there was more to be done but wait #and those with the best vision ran up to the small space of pur third floor that was only windows to assure all was as we had planned #all we had planned in case of attack and watched as the sea lay bare beyond rhe destruction in their wake #we the peaceful people of the sheep and goat farms of the mountainous small islands of fog and snow and rain and long green grass #did not fight but rather hid and fled to places others could not reach us #it was almost like a test of our system or a warning of what was to come #what was to come #rambling pixi