Last night I had the most peculiar and vivid dream. When I woke up this morning, the images were still so clear in my head that I had to frantically write it all down.
I was living with my parents who lived in a stately home on the banks of the thames near clink st, the roads were cobble stone but the streets were alot smaller (tighter) than the ones found around there. It was modern day because we were wearing modern clothes but the atmosphere had an older period about it.
Anyway, I was walking through the house which had at least three levels. The second floor had a study in it which was very ornate with Victorian styling throughout. Large paintings of countrysides, hand-carved desks with lots of wooden ornamentation ... it felt cold and foreign to me because I was walking around inquisitively like it was the first time I had been there. As I walked around the study, I could hear a horrible screeching sound every couple of minutes which I can only really liken to the screeching of that creature from Lord of the Rings that flew on the dragon. I walked outside to investigate what was going on ... my parents were fairly nonchalont about it all like it happened all the time.
Outside, the weather was chilly like an ordinary January night in England but the night sky was mostly devoid of clouds and I remember looking out into a clear and starry sky and glowing moon. I could hear lots of people around me but they stuck to the shadows of the buildings and I didn't feel like I was amongst crowds of people even though I could hear them. It was so cold that the walls of the buildings were wet and glistening from the chill of the night air. As I walked along the narrow, cobble stoned side-street outside my house I recalled how the buildings that surrounded me blocked out any light from the sky and cast dramatic shadows on the landscape ... there was hardly any lighting.
As I turned the corner (think Clink St near the old boat), I looked out into the direction of the thames and saw the mast of an old english ship swaying wildly from left to right as it careered sharply away from the shore of the thames. I couldn't see below the mast because a building was blocking my view below and to the left of the scene, but I could hear the water of the thames crashing into the bank and could see whitewash fly into the air. As I slowly walked towards the ship, the horrible screeching sound was deafening and echoed through the streets. I noticed that the English ship had suddenly disappeared but was being followed by a menacing ship that towered over the English ship from behind. It had all the markings of a pirate ship with its skull-and-cross bones etc and it was following the English ship. As I walked closer to the foreshore, people began coming out of the shadows, they were normal people - parents with their children and couples, but they were walking around like they were at a festival. The smell of mulled wine began to emanate around me as I walked closer to the water and I caught a glimpse of hundreds of Jack O'Lanterns that defined the bank of the Thames and which spread as far as I could see. There were people everywhere now, chatting and having fun and basking at the wonder of the re-enactment (of the ships) in front of them. I just stood there and watched in amazement of the scene. The ships were so lifelike and were maneuvering so violently in the water, and the jack o'lanterns along the bank with their warm glowing light reflected on the water ... the chill of the wintry air mixed with the warmth of the festivities. As I continued walking along the foreshore, fireworks shot out into the sky and as I looked over the Thames wall I could see lots of little food stalls which ran along the sand. There were people dresses as vampires and English infantry and witches and skeletons everywhere I looked, I recall there being lots of Mexican death festival costumes as well.
So overwhelmed by it all, I ran back home to tell my parents and get properly clothed to head out some more. When I told my parents of the festival that was going on outside, they seemed not to care for it too much but my mum told me that I would get a better view of it all from the window in the attic. She proceeded to take me to have a look and I noticed the cat sleeping next to a big, bright yellow snake which was also curled up and resting peacefully. The snake was docile but it scared me just being around it ... mum asked them to move over (like the snake was a pet) so that she could access the window. As I looked out of the window I could see the complete scene. The two ships battling wildly in the Thames and the menacing screeching sound that the pirate ship made as it pursued the smaller English ship. The waves of the Thames crashing into the foreshore like it were the ocean. The jack o'lanterns and costumes riddled throughout the winding streets and along the foreshore, and people everywhere enjoying the festivities.
It was at that point that I woke up (unfortunately).... No amazing twist but you just had to be there I guess
