Flight of the Argonauts: Part 2 of 3

Dream Info: November 18, 1998
Realism Intensity: 3
Content: PG-13

The second dream in this Sequence: While not required, reading the first part will help explain some of the significances of this dream.

Part II:

Some friends were climbing on the ruins of the Hadrian wall in the warm summer sun. A vast flower-covered field lay infront of the wall. This wall ran into the base of a giant cliff that looked as if a giant knife had sliced the ground, and the far side had then been lifted up to tower above. The stratified rock layers were perfectly intact.

Rob Brown and I were walking and talking at the base of the ruined wall. We came to the end of the wall and waited as the girls that were with us climbed down off it. Then we continued on our way with the foothills sloping up to our left.

One of the girls in our company let out a quick shriek as a band of Indians raced over the foothill’s ridge. They were a band of warriors: faces painted and holding their spears in high. They passed a good way infront of us when one of the warriors turned his horse, trotted a few steps towards us, and let out a cry while waving his spear over his head. He then turned back and galloped after the Indian party.

We were still excitedly discussing the Indian incident when a rumble and loud clatter became audible from the ridge to our left. We stopped, slightly nervous, as a large army came marching over the ridge. Their brown and gray clothes were dusted with dirt; their muskets and gold southern Civil War insignia’s were polished and clean, though. The general rode his horse infront of the procession with his hand on his gold sword. One of his lieutenants rode next to him holding an American flag edged with gold.

The countless hundreds, if not thousands, of these brown and gray troopers marched on expressionlessly. I ran up to a side line and started harassing the soldiers with questions. None of them broke. The general turned on his horse to observe my actions towards the army.

In a gruff voice he said, “Company halt…Right flank!” The army turned and was now facing my friends and me.

The general spit, then continued, “Ready your weapons…aim and fire when ready!” He turned away and gazed at the distance as my friends and I slowly started to walk backwards in the direction we had come.

The army cocked and aimed their guns at us. We turned and ran as fast as we could. A roar exploded behind us. Impulsively I threw myself to the ground. Laughing could be heard through the gun’s roar so I turned. The army was firing their guns into the air as the general sat chuckling at us and trying to get the men back to attention.
The column slowly started its march out to the prairie fields again, the men smiling now. I wiped the dirt off my pants and started heading toward the army again. Rob and the girls timidly followed. As I neared the base of the foothill, the end of the army was coming over the ridge. All the supply wagons and cannons came trundling over the hill slowly, being pulled by people. A small boy was pulling one cannon, and as he came down the hill he lost control. It rolled down the hill dragging the boy. I rushed up to the cannon, grabbed the bar used to pull it, and tried to slow it. I wasn’t able to stop it, but I did free the boy from his harness before the cannon flipped over at the base of the hill with a loud crash.

The small boy and I emerged through the cloud of dust to find the general yelling at a group of his men responsible for the cannons. He then came over and thanked me for trying to stop the cannon, and saving the boy. He insisted that we stay and dine with them that night.
We agreed.

The sun was sinking low in the sky; the army had set up their tents and I was wandering through the midst of the camp when one of my female friends, the one with soft red hair, caught my arm.

“Trevor, there’s something on the mountain,” She exclaimed. I looked and sure enough a lone horseman sat at the edge of the peculiar cliff. As we watched, two more men rode into sight. They all had metal armor and swords at their sides.

“Should I find out what they’re doing?” She looked at me eagerly; I had no choice but to say yes. “I can change into my fox shape and crawl up that fault crack,” She continued. “They won’t even know I’m there!”

With that she was off towards the cliff. A few minutes later the dream became like an animated cartoon and I saw a small red fox crawling quickly up the crack that ran through the heart of the cliff to the top.

The fox was running along the crest when two footmen hopped out of a bush, wrapped a rope around the fox and threw her off the cliff, then disappeared into the bush again. She dangled from the rope, which had been tied to a tree.

In the light from the setting sun we saw an army of knights in light blue armor race across the top of the mountainous cliff and down its side. The sun was glinting off their polished armor. They disappeared behind the foothills.

The rest of the camp, no longer animated like a cartoon, had noticed the knights at the top of the mountain. They weren’t in the least bit happy. The whole camp swarmed to life. People were running everywhere. In the craze of the moment, my friends found and told me that they were going after the fox. I agreed to go with them, but as we ran through the chaos, I caught sight of a woman with blonde hair. I stopped, and through the crowd I saw my beautiful partner from my old job. I had heard her die… I had always assumed it had been her who had died since there had been a swarm of mobsters after her and I’d never seen her again. Obviously she was still alive, for here she was loading a cannon!

Rob yanked me out of my daze and physically forced me to leave the camp and help them save the fox. I kept turning back search for her vibrant hair among the brown and gray of the soldiers.

We slowly forced ourselves up the crack to the top of the mountain (animated again). Our characters reached the top, and we untied the fox (animation stops here). We looked out over the prairie below and saw a massive battle being fought. The blue knights and footmen swarmed and intermingled with the brown civil war soldiers. From this altitude the men looked like ants, or a shifting ocean of colored sand. It was a writhing sea of countless men. I fell to my knees as I watched, horrified. I had just lost her all over again.

But this time I wouldn’t give up hope until I had found her alive, or seen her dead body.