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I dreamt that a king sent his twin children off to school by a magic gate. But the court sorceress was a traitor and directed the gate to split them and not deliver them to the school. For awhile, I was the princess - she was left in the desert by herself for three weeks. I was frightened and so lonely. I thought I was going to die. Meanwhile, at the court, the king discovered the sorceress' treachery, but they had trouble undoing the spell, because no one knew what she had whispered to the children as they departed - it was those words that determined where each went. They finally discovered that she had told them their own names, which was the key to the spell, and they rescued the girl.
I then switched to being the prince, who had been dumped in an empty cell in a nearly abandoned monastery. I had been there for some time before they found me, and had slowly sunk into a bit of madness. I was wearing a monk's habit, but had sewn zebra skin on the cuffs. I found a table that had been laid for myself and my sister, complete with wine goblets for each of us. I tried both, and liked my sister's wine better, and was terribly jealous. I knew that they had finally found me, but lingered for a moment at the table in terrible melancholy. I heard them open the magic portal, and then I heard them close it, and realized that my father was so preoccupied with ruling that he hadn't actually noticed I had not, in fact, been rescued. I realized it might be months before he even noticed I wasn't around. I settled into a lonely and bitter reverie. Weeks later, my uncle (played in my dream by my real-life Uncle M) wandered into the monastery entirely by coincidence. He discovered me, and coaxed me into telling him why I was still there and why I was sulking. I told him how my father had always ignored me and my sister, how it had taken him awhile to even figure out that we were not at school because the school figured he was being capricious as usual and had changed his mind, and didn't tell anyone when we didn't arrive. I told him how my father had not even noticed that I hadn't crossed the gate. Then I collapsed into wracking sobs in his arms. I woke up grinding my teeth, with a pounding headache, and feeling very bereft.
I then switched to being the prince, who had been dumped in an empty cell in a nearly abandoned monastery. I had been there for some time before they found me, and had slowly sunk into a bit of madness. I was wearing a monk's habit, but had sewn zebra skin on the cuffs. I found a table that had been laid for myself and my sister, complete with wine goblets for each of us. I tried both, and liked my sister's wine better, and was terribly jealous. I knew that they had finally found me, but lingered for a moment at the table in terrible melancholy. I heard them open the magic portal, and then I heard them close it, and realized that my father was so preoccupied with ruling that he hadn't actually noticed I had not, in fact, been rescued. I realized it might be months before he even noticed I wasn't around. I settled into a lonely and bitter reverie. Weeks later, my uncle (played in my dream by my real-life Uncle M) wandered into the monastery entirely by coincidence. He discovered me, and coaxed me into telling him why I was still there and why I was sulking. I told him how my father had always ignored me and my sister, how it had taken him awhile to even figure out that we were not at school because the school figured he was being capricious as usual and had changed his mind, and didn't tell anyone when we didn't arrive. I told him how my father had not even noticed that I hadn't crossed the gate. Then I collapsed into wracking sobs in his arms. I woke up grinding my teeth, with a pounding headache, and feeling very bereft.
