Night of 8-30-14
Last night I had a dream that a pair of twins, a boy and a girl with near-white hair no more than ten years old, stole their parents’ car. It was an old car, like from the 20s, with a canvas roof and their little brother in the backseat. They were running away from home, I think, or just leaving it for a little while, and they’d parked it in the mountains.
The twins could do magic. They could do anything they wanted. They WERE magic. They created an entire castle, a manor house made of red and orange and white stone, nestled between the grey-blue hills, out of nothing. It sprang fully-formed from their minds, and they ran through it hand-in-hand.
They lived there alone and grew a giant guardian from the blue flowers that sprouted in the cracks of window-sill stone high above the ground. If anything broke, they made it whole. There were no other people in the entire dream.