You may wonder why a person would make a diary of her dreams, well, sometimes my dreams are just too long to tell people, and when they are nightmares, well, I prefer to get them out of my mind as soon as possible. If you find them interesting or you would like to post here yours you may, it will be welcome. If you're not interested, please leave, I don't like uninterested and sometimes insulting comments, show yourself as a nice person if you want people to be nice to you.

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First to go xD This was something which, for a while, almost every night hunted me. You know, when you are a kid, one thing adults love to do is tickle you, but sometimes it is unbearable, really, it gets you breathless of laughter and though for them you seem to be having a great time, truth is it can be hell. Once the nightmare was like this:

I was sleeping, as every time, in the strangest scenario. This time it was a place where I was floating between purple, silk blankets. I knew I was just pretending to sleep and I knew also that I was afraid of something, starting to imagine what it was. At last the "thing" appeared between the blankets, revealing itself as a shapeless shadow, it's red and black eyes scanning my supposed sleeping figure, smiling darkly with its sharp teeth, and stretching out it's worst feature, a pair of thin hands with very long, long fingers. It would float around me, laughing lowly, waiting for me to show that I wasn't really sleeping. I had to keep quiet and couldn't move a muscle as I knew what would happen. But it was a nightmare, and the monster got what he wanted, I just moved one finger and it's hands started flying around me, tickling me horribly, and it didn't make me laugh but it made me feel worse and worse, I couldn't breath, I knew I was going to die, but...

Of course, I woke up before the end, as always sweaty and shaky, and I covered myself tightly in my normal blankets, just in case. The is that, being a kid, one day I would have to grow up, and somehow that nightmare should finish when it happened, but it finished in the most weird way it could:

This time the place was completely different to all the others where I had been attacked. I knew something was wrong because I wasn't pretending to sleep, but hiding under a very big cupboard in a very dark room, and watching a slightly open door behind which very bright light was shining. The door kept unmoved but for my horror, the shadow monster came through it and, I couldn't believe it, it wasn't alone. A very similar, but smaller shadow followed the big one into the room, and, guessing by the way they treated each other, I realized it was the monster's son. I got very scared, but I was determined not to be caught this time, and less by two of those nasty creatures, so I kept quiet under the cupboard. The big monster started getting disappointed and the kid, if you could call it like that, just wanted to go somewhere else, and I knew exactly why: he just wanted to start with it's monster training, and I had been chosen as the first victim for this purpose. After a while they both left, and the big one gave a last look to the dark room before shutting the door behind him...

That was the end of that nightmare forever, but I still believe I just passed my nasty monster to a younger kid, who would suffer both the father's and the child's tickling for a while. Who knows if I had suffered the same when I was younger. Well, if you ever had a nightmare like that, my apologies, it wasn't my fault, I just grew old.

Today I'll start with a nice dream. I had it when I was much younger, I still dreamed with having someone loving me, one thing I don't need to do anymore as it is reality. But here it goes. The dream of a Legend Of Zelda freak.

I start in a place quite similar to the Kokiri Forest, and I'm sleeping inside what seems to be a gigantic tree, doesn't it remind you something? Suddenly, low but clear noises of alarm wake me up, it's still a few hours to the sunrise, but there's light in every house. I get out quickly, just throwing on the robes, jumping in the boots and brushing from the table as I pass it the slingshot and the nuts bag. Outside, under my balcony some small people dressed in green run, now more quietly, they look like tiny hunters. And in spite of the darkness they move through I can see the back of their heads illuminated, as a floating light flies behind them as if it was tied to their necks.

Ignoring the ladder, I jump to the ground and follow the kids. It's going to be a great night, a moonless night, when we all play hunting in the Lost Woods. It's quite dangerous game but who cares, we are young and happy, and nothing has ever happened, if you don't count people appearing two days later with funny noses or noisy plants growing from their legs.

But something is not going right, my people don't look happy but quite worried, almost scared. What's up? Link hasn't come back yet, and, though it's not a matter to worry the fairies are getting upset about something. So there we, go now it's not a game, we have to find him, and this time the fairies lead the kids, following the invisible track left by Link's fairy mate. But the takes us deeper and deeper into the Woods, where no Kokiri has ever been, where we shouldn't go further, but if Link is there, we go to.

Some of the kids stay back, just in case he comes back they assure, but their faces say something else. It doesn't matter, we get into the dark plants and trees caves and walk for a long way, feeling on our faces the stroke of what we wish are dead leaves and branches. But it's getting tighter, and the fairies go under our hats to illuminate only above our foreheads.

Out of the blue broad field opens up under our feet and helplessly we all role hill down without control. The result is a messy tie of arms, legs and fairies, pushing to breath under a bright light comparable to the moonlight. But there is no moon tonight. When we all manage to stand up the last ones notice why the first ones have let out a low but admired "wow", wide open mouth and  eyes. In front of us the strangest forest shines with self light, moving but unmoved. The biggest and most beautiful  flowers, freshly blossomed cover the field till the skirt of a cold blue and black, snowy mountain. But what makes the snow shine like a rainbow are not the leaves of the flowers but rounding, large jewels, their colour the same of the flower holding them, the number of colours the number of stars in the sky. 

As we get closer to them we notice these jewels, besides their size they have two more oddities which make them unique. They have all the different shapes, from rhombus to circles, triangles and pentagons, but they are flat like paper, they have only two dimensions. And the other characteristic is that they have drawings, drawings of people as they're human size, or let's say children size, as in each of them there is a realistic picture of a kid. But most amazing of all is that looking carefully some of us find our faces on them. But we are not only ourselves in the picture, we have weapons, we look skilled and stronger. You know kids are curious and we can't help with touching the jewels and so we do. Right in the moment our finger contacts the crystal it gets hotter and some kind of force makes us jump through it. On the other side, we are not kids anymore. We've found the secret of Kokiri growing older, we've done it! We'll be able to leave the Forests and see the world. Those who didn't find their pictures though, seem to be taken aback, and I wonder if that fear they show to our grown figures may have something to do to the fact that they couldn't find their jewels. Instead of staying in the wonderful place they prefer the tight way to the Village. May they be happy for the rest of their Kokiri life.

Anyway, a whole bunch of us of know that we are now free to explore what has been forbidden for us during a long time, since we were born. And to the mountain we head, our fairies don't like its dark monstrous shape and they go back too, to better illuminate the way of the kids. We are not afraid of darkness anymore, we are adults, we shall fight any monster we find. But something hasn't' change in most of my companions. I better say all of them are still kids in their minds and they soon forget the aim of our adventure, it's a quest for our lost friend and now I know he may be fighting the world o his own I can't help with feeling more worried than ever about him. Link was always a lonely child, but he needs more than he thinks the warm embrace of a friend, and it's a cold night tonight, where is he?

In the end it's me who ends up alone, this time following only my heart, and my heat leads me to a way cut in the mountain, which goes up and up, sharp rocks enclosing me against the mountain but open on the top, enough to see the stars, yes this is the way he would have chosen. In the end I find, him, but he is not Link anymore, he is much older... of course, just look at yourself, I realize. Sitting on a rock with the deep under his feet, he looks lonely as always, but now a strange light of determination lights up his eyes too. I can't leave him alone, or through his stray eyes his heart will be filled with a dark void. 

You know, the rest of the dream is very confusing, I think Link and I get a bicycle and almost die under a traind but in the end the ground opens up and swallows us, and later he get's upset by something and I have to find him again. Very intense, sometimes scary, sometimes funny, sometimes sad, but a great dream, very much like the story of a kid growing up. Very cool, but long, if you did read this, you are very brave, congratulations, you are a true reader. And I hope you liked it.