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Last night, I had the most amazing dream ever. It was so real.
In it, I was a poor peasant boy from a village. I was very, very feminine looking and at first glance, most people thought I was a woman. I went on a journey to an elder lady, who practiced black magic, to take a test that determined who the next king was. Barely anybody passed it. The last person who did was our current king of 12 years. It was a very strange sort of test. It had to due with fruit that hadn't ripened.
Either way, amazingly enough, I passed it.
I was the new king.
When i became the new king, I remember that a bunch of slaves were brushing my very very long hair. And an older woman was sewing my clothing. I remember it was sewn with string made from gold.
Once I was the king, many people mistook me for a queen. I was very feminine in looks and body shape, my voice was soft and I had no relationships with women. Only with men.
I remember that people who often broke village rules, such as stealing, were bought to me. I was to determine their punishment. Alot of the thiefs were young children who were poor. They were crying.
I took one of them to a man who was like a tutor to the richer children in the village and left her with him so she'd learn responsibility properly. That tutor man, I remember, asked me if I was a man and I knew for sure. I remember getting irritated as I answered, 'Yes sir, I am!'
The other I calmed down and sent to work for his money with one of the slaves I had.
One of my mentors said I was too soft on the poorer villagers and he slapped me across the face.
The dream was too real. I could feel the wind, the slap, I could hear and smell everything.
It took place during the medieval times and from what the dream told me, I was an early age man who was homosexual.
 Malevolent Glare · Sat Jan 16, 2010 @ 07:58pm · 2 Comments |
