OY, what a dream. Usually I can bend my dreams and influence them, this one was like a movie in 3-D all I could do is watch. Took place in Scotland at the cusp of change. A young girl in her 20's was pregnant but not by her fiancé. The young man was mad and being influenced by an old evil man to use a method of punishment centuries old. And the music was like Melancholia the film, sad and grating. There was such a sense of despair and hopelessness. The fiancé met secretly in a stone room on second floor of a stone church then the town went along, they threw her into the sea. The sea would decide. It would give her back intact, then the boyfriend would have to accept it, the sea would seperate her baby from her and give her back or the sea would take both. The sea took the baby and spit her back on the shore and the town went along as before. She had no choice but to be with the fiancé as if nothing had ever happened...it was so sad.

Then I was riding a bus back from school and the bus went to the end of the line without dropping me off at my stop, downtown in the twin cities where I was to catch a smaller bus that would take me home. there was a game of Thrones reenactments very close by and although I was interested in it I was tired and wanted to go home. And sleep. Seems my dreams weren't letting me drive them at all. Maybe a message that I'm letting the tides carry me along wily nilly and that I need to do more in life?