I had a very strange and mysterious
dream last night.
I was in Link's body and I had just
slain a pack of bokoblins in an unknown town. This town looked as if
it was in real life, flat with modern houses and a slim river running
around it. There was a part of town that was supposed to be off-limit
to me, the player, and I had always been wondering what was in that
area. Only the river could take me to those houses, so that day, as I
beat the monsters, I decided to just give it a try with a tiny raft.
And it worked.
I stood on that makeshift boat,
stretching out my arms to the mild breeze ruffling through my hair as
the raft moved on its own along the river and past houses and people.
The first house I passed was big and expensive-looking, with a group
of old ladies sitting on the terrace having coffee and biscuits. They
were all excited to see a newcomer and were talking in hushed voices,
some of them even shouting merry greetings to me. I waved back and
continued along, even saying to them: ''May Ordona be with you.''
The river was making an arc through the
gardens and houses, and all inhabitants greeted me happily. My raft
made the turn with the water, and soon I was back to the first house
I had passed, where the old women had now gone inside. I hid the raft
in a bush and sneaked nearer to the two-storeyed house and onto the
terrace. I was immensely curious to see what the house looked like
and how the ladies were living, so I opened the entrance door and
tiptoed inside.
Somehow, I had the feeling that the old
ladies knew exactly that I was sneaking about in their home. There
were four, I think, and all were tending to their business, one in
the kitchen, another in the library, the third in the bathroom and
the fourth taking a shower. I slunk past them and visited every room
that was unoccupied to look at the furniture. Everything was looking
out of date but cosy and comfortable. I felt as if I was invisible,
making no sound at all that the ladies would hear. But there was
always that feeling of them knowing I was there, and just keeping to
their business out of fun and kindness for me to have a look at their
house.
When I got back to the entrance, I
noticed another door leading apparently to some sort of cellar. It
looked new and shiny with golden locks and fittings, but what I found
behind it was such a stark contrast to the rest of the house that I
froze in my tracks.
It looked like the inside of a
watermill, with high wooden walls made of planks like in a barn. A
platform stretched into the big room, but I saw water at its edges
slowly moving along. Everything was so dark – the only source of
light being the sun shining through the slits in the planks of the
walls – that I had trouble discerning where the water ended, and
thought it wiser to leave it behind, unexplored.
Instead, I decided to leave a little
something as a thank you for the ladies to have let me into their
house. The big garden was loaded with the most colourful flowers and
plants, so I moved from plant to plant to search for the best flower
I could place on the terrace table like a note. None of the flowers I
looked at were beautiful enough for my liking, and I continued
searching. Buds were still half-closed, not perfectly round enough or
had withered spots in their petals, so I discarded them all. I was
moving across the garden when suddenly I saw one of the ladies come
out of the door. I was standing in the middle of the garden, right in
plain sight, so I tried to hush into a group of bushes, but on the
way she saw me.
Her eyes grew wide, and instantly she
was on my tracks. I panicked as I ran past the bushes and around the
house to find an exit, but she was hard on the pursuit. Every time I
rounded a bush and looked back, she was there walking after me.
Walking, always walking. It was as if I couldn't run any more. I
tried climbing onto a bush, but then I heard her voice call out to me
from right behind me. I let out a high-pitched yelp.
…
How could this dream have ended? What
might be its meaning? I will probably never know, for I woke up at
that moment to my darkened room. I tried falling back asleep to
continue this dream, eager to know the suite, but alas, I could not.
It had all felt very real, and like a true video game in the player's
perspective (forgot the name of those video games) as I moved across
this house exploring it.
Who knows? Maybe that dream will come
again one day and keep on unravelling before my inner eye. Then I
might know who that woman was, and what she intended to tell me.
– DragonRing
