Thoughtful Nutmeg

The walled capital

Vivid dreams scare me. They translate as nightmarish to me.

A cross between my brother Edmond and my cousin Brandon appeared in my dream as the person who was almost always with me. We were both at a camp site in a desert-like area. Beside us was a mountain with a flatten cliff side and what seemed like houses carved into random locations on it. They were styled after Roman or Greek architecture. Far below them were modern townhouses.

Brandon and I sat across from the townhouses and we looked at the mountain and the townhouses while we talked. The longer we stayed there, the more the mountain seemed smaller than I originally thought, but throughout the time sitting there, I thought how awesome that people managed to build houses on the side of the mountain because it was so dangerous, but the longer I was there, the more I realized that the mountain houses were smaller than I thought. They gradually seemed smaller than the townhouses below and eventually the mountain became a faded backdrop in the night.

I ended up in the lobby of an extravagant hotel that had wine red drapes, beige and white marble columns and tiled floors. It had chandeliers and tall potted trees. I was wearing my red ‘Royal’ long sleeve shirt and grey shorts. Brandon was there too. A blonde girl about the age of 19-21 appeared with her brunette friend. She was wearing a long wine red dress as if she was going to head out to a ball. She had long wavy blonde hair and a fine pale complexion, wine red lipstick and she looked amazing. I was enchanted by her. I couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked at me and smiled and I smiled back. I started flirting with her and she accepted my flirts.

I thought she was European and quite exotic, especially my imagined voice accent of her. She came up to me and we made out. Her tongue was circling mine and I held her waist and hip, pulled her up close to me in full view of the receptionist, her friend and Brandon. Then she pulled away and winked.

Brandon and I ended up in a convertible car and drove down a busy street. It felt like an old 1970’s photo with a brown tinge. Somehow, we ended up in a part of the city where a warning went off. A battle was happening in the core of the city on the other side. We went further and noticed artillery fell all around us. Tanks rolled in. Soldiers were shooting everywhere. Fighter jets flew above. It was a total mess. The enemy was the invading German army of what looked like World War 2 attire. They were making siege on the capital’s government building which was the heavily fortified castle in its centre.

We escaped to the outskirts of the core, though it was still the heart of downtown, it was away from the battle. Some time later, the battle ended and the invaders driven out. The blonde girl visited me out on the street. It was a sunny day, bright and hot. She was like an angel. Her dress changed to a shimmering silver and she wore white high heels. She came up to me, gave me a kiss on my cheek, whispered something into my ear and walked away.

Then the view panned out into third person and Amber was right next to me. She ‘appeared’ there suddenly and I turned to her, took her hands into my mine, looked over at where the blonde girl disappeared into and then lead Amber away.

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Leemanism is about my views, my thoughts, and my feelings with as little filtering as possible. These concepts are not reflected in the people I value and are associated with. People who accept me, adhere to the parts where we are compatible and tolerate the parts where we are not. So however people perceive me to be, ultimately it obviously doesn't mean the friends I mention in this blog are the same as me. It means it's possible they are similar or the same, as well as different than me. It is highly unusual for people to be completely compatible with each other.

With that out of the way, and to make things clear, I never said I am a good person, nor am I trying to be one, though I would rather live with the empathetic than with the cruel. I would not deliberately do harm. I rather stand up against injustice than to pretend it doesn't exist. However, I understand consequences. The police is there to enforce the law, but not deter crimes from happening. Which means people must do what they must do to protect themselves, before the law of the land takes over and even then, the law of the land isn't there to protect you. It's there to protect the general consensus. Even if you may be right, society may deem you wrong - even most of your friends may side with society, than protect you. The law will almost always side with society.

We are few. Stay safe. (•̀ᵥᵥ•́)