Dream

So last night I had this incredibly vivid coherent dream, Id gone to visit a castle and was doing the usual educational thing of learning all about it and in one room there was the mummified body of a queen who had been trapped the room, then suddenly we went backwards in time and I was the queen but I was still alive and It was during war time.
All the enemy were put in this big room with a rectangular hole in the floor and the men were pushed into the hole to be shattered on the courtyard below. The room was highly decorated but I think it was more roman mosaic than medieval. And the women were wearing medieval like dresses.
I was trying to tell the soldiers that I was the wife of the king and that I was on their side but they didn’t believe me and put me in a room with all the women of the enemy, I broke out and tried to escape and they put me back and locked the doors so I couldn’t escape again. I knew I had to get out or I would die as I remembered seeing my mummified self curled in the wall alcove.

Then the room turned into a ship and they were taking us away to be either killed or sold as slaves, we didn’t know, I decided I had to escape and had a conversation with some one I went to school with about it, I think I then waited till we got close to the shore and jumped in the water. It then became modern day but I was still on the run and I ended up at the house of my parents, in the dream the house was enormous and made of glass and dark wood, there were hundreds of rooms and at least four floors. I kept getting lost in it. I knew I had to go somewhere else or the people who wanted to sell me into slavery would find me, so I went into what I thought was my Fathers room and packed some random stuff, turned out it wasn’t his room it was one of my parents fourteen children! (In reality they have four) I told my parents what was happening and that people were looking for me to make me a slave they were all like “It isn’t all about you you know, we need to talk to the other kids about their problems before we deal with yours” eventually they decided I could go somewhere safe as long as they didn’t have to do anything about it

So I phoned Tony and explained the situation and he was like well of course, meet me in London which I did. We were sitting at a kind of picnic bench and this woman and man were looking at us, the woman came over to see if I had a German accent and I'm like “what, why?, no I’m welsh,( I’m not I’m English) then I saw a piece of paper that had my parents address on it, which meant that these people were the slave traders coming to catch me, Tony realised what was going on and he just grabbed my hand and started running and running. I was like, but how can I keep running I am not this fit and it was like because he was holding my hand he was giving me his energy and fitness so I could keep going. We ran to a multi story car park where his car was, except it wasn’t anything he would drive in real life it was a little sporty thing much more like his best friend in real life would have, anyway he took me down the back streets and out of the city into the less built up areas and into safety