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Pretty Story Dream.
so, once upon a time, there was a witch girl. she lived in a dark little hovel dusted with cobwebs, for she had no mother or father. her mother had always told her that her father was off on a trip to Alaska, to bring her back enough money to live. then her mother died. and her presumably mythical father never reappeared. so she lived, until one day, when a boy stumbled into her humble dwelling. of course he was nice looking, and kind, and he understood the little witch girl, who wasn't really much of a little girl anymore. he convinced her to leave her life as a lonely witch and to go start something new. So, off they went. And they had a few strange and marvelous adventures, until their journey took them to the far arctic. Somehow, they met her father, who was an giant, happy, amazing man (someone between Santa Claus, King Triton and Iorek Byrnison) , and her other family, who were magical and inhumanly beautiful and sparkling. after all of this time, she finally realized her love for her own human boy, but the love between them could not compare to the love that these sparkly people felt. so, for a while, they drifted apart while the ex-witch enjoyed her life at the beautiful mansion in the snow. unfortunately, her blissful Eden couldn't last, and her magnificent and loving father fell ill. before she'd had a chance to say goodbye, he was gone. through her pain, she saw only the boy. her boy. the boy who had rescued her and stayed with her through everything....
Good morning.
sorry it's so paragraphical, but it was really more of a story while i was dreaming it than a collection of random thoughts like most of my dreams. i made it so detailed because it was such a clear dream, and it was so beautiful. the main emotion i felt at the time was comfort, because at the beginning, i was comforted by familiarity. home, and such. during the adventures, i was comforted by my rescuer, who resembles James McAvoy in Penelope. and near the end was the most comforting bit of all. the father. obviously, he is the father of my dreams. my real dad is a bit of an a**. okay, a lot of an a**. he is really rude and very, very mean. plus, he makes a big deal about the fact that he can't wait for me to leave home, and as soon as i am gone, he'll go to mexico to live a real life. and he just loves calling me a retard. he says that a down syndrome child would be less stupid than me. and he's vulgar. and i think that he hates me. honestly, though. what wouldn't i give to have somebody that loving and caring and understanding and happy and not sarcastic as a father. i think that the fact that he dies in the end is very symbolic of the fact that he doesn't exist. when i woke up, i was sad not because this figmental father in my imagination was dead, but because he had never existed in the first place. quite frankly, i miss him.
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