Are you ready for a magical adventure at the land of the dead?
Because this is where the dream starts. I were at a place called Land of the Dead. At a forest, most precisely, and I were playing with two spirits at the top of the trees. We were running with the speed of the wind on the treetops, and I were being carried and thrown between the two, as I weren't a spirit (none of us three were dead). It was a bit dark and chilly, but really fun! I'd return every day to play with my friends.

One day, before entering the forest, I passed by a tall, cylindrical tower. It was a "tower of the dead". My curiosity led me inside. By the 2nd floor I met a young woman-and knew by instinct that she, unlike me, was dead. We started talking. I commented on how dark and moody was the interior of the tower. She jumped back in surprise! "How can that be? Oh, it looks like you can't see the way we see". Offering to correct my sight, she looked right into my eyes. Suddenly, the room became a bright, rich place-although still aged-and the statues on the walls started shining with a gentle pink light. It was beautiful!

But...looking through the window I immediately noticed something wrong. everything further than a few inches outside was pitch black. I couldn't see my beloved forest, despite knowing it was there. I felt suffocated and scared. When I told the girl she didn't find it strange. Suddenly, it hit me: her ghastly look had burned my brain, thus killing me. And she had no idea of what she had done.

In the meantime, my friends were looking for me. I've tried to escape, but everything outside was a black-and-grey haze. Just once I somehow haunted the body of a little boy, and my sight became clear, but I could only observe his daily life. The futility of it made me decide to go back again. But it wasn't as futile as I thought: some highly-sensitive forest animals saw me in the boy, and followed me to the tower. Then they left for help. They found an elf queen in the forest (A lord-of-the-rings type elf) and asked for her aid.

Back to the tower, I had found some comfort in the great room, among the company of many dead. We almost looked like real people, only we weren't. Suddenly, I felt like something woke up in me. I got up from my seat in the front of the room, got at the corridor, and started walking up the stairs. The others observed, but didn't follow, probably due to their half-asleep minds. I were climbing and climbing, passed medieval rooms, then came rooms taken from normal human memories where I could live in. I've only met 1-2 dead on my way, friendly as always, but who had taken residence in such rooms. I re-lived some memories around there, passed the night even, and the unsteady presence of the rooms left my memory fuzzy. But my urge to go "UP" was guiding me. I reached the top of the tower-but when I got outside saw that the tower was turning into a snowy mountain from that point on. I kept going, and at some point I suddenly turned into a white bison, which helped me continue. The clarity of soul I felt while transformed was vivid even after I woke up.

After reaching the top I turned back into myself. I saw the elf queen waiting for me there. She took my hand. And we suddenly appeared at the grand room of the dead, where I had started from. She was furious that they had killed me, although I were just visiting. She couldn't punish them in any way, of course. They were just lethargic, dead people. She led me down to the 2nd floor. There, she waved her hands, and the light around was lost. But I could see outside the window again: I was alive! She disappeared, and I happily ran outside to find my friends. Then I woke up!!!

It was a quite vivid dream, that left me with a strong "sense" of having a meaning...now what it is, I can't say (except something improving somewhere after persistence and effort ) I hope you enjoyed, and of you have any ideas for a meaning I'd like to hear