Game of Dune ~3/15/2018

I dreamed I was Sansa Stark in a sort of Game of Thrones/Dune mashup. My father Ned/Leto had been killed. My mother and oldest brother were off being Bene Gesserit and Kwisatz Haderach in the desert somewhere, no idea where Arya/Alia was, and I was stuck taking care of my brother Bran in our spectacular imperial palace.

All of a sudden, everyone began to panic, and I could see a news program on the television, so I carried Bran over to watch. Apparently dinosaurs from our enemy house were going to invade our planet at any minute.

The rest of the dream was my scurrying up and down stairs and escalators and elevators into different wings, trying to find a place for us to hide. Bran got heavier and heavier, and needed a change of underclothes after a bit, but somehow I'd ended up in a part of the complex I'd never seen. You see, I'd always had someone with me, telling me where to go, and I'd only been allowed in certain parts of the palace.

I started out in a large amphitheater, that was partially open air. There were pine woods and snow behind me as I watched the news program, and campers were running about screaming. I found a door to get inside the palace, and found myself in a sort of shopping arcade. It was like a mall, but it only ran along one side of a huge convention center lobby.

I could see the stairwells and elevators and such were all numbered, and I knew that to get to the royal chambers, I needed stair 30 in the east wing. I kept finding every stair *but* stair 30, and I wasn't sure which wing I was in, anyhow.

Bran got heavier and heavier, as I ran up escalators to hallways carpeted in plush, dark blue, with dark blue walls and dark oak doors. There was a wing of elementary school classrooms, completely deserted. I thought about hiding here, because who would expect that, right? But none of the doors would lock.

I came out into a courtyard, and we had guests there. They were young men from a noble family who had been visiting to discuss marriage with me and my sister. They offered to help hide me, but I just didn't trust them, and I ran and ran and ran and ran, hoping to lose them, hoping they weren't following me.

There was a deep, forest green hall, and a hall of blinding, antiseptic white and glistening steel and frosted glass. Finally, I found stair 30, and I bolted up it and into the royal wing of cream walls and golden wood and garnet carpets. I locked us in the King's Suite, because I'd heard my brother had died, and Bran would now being king. And then I woke up.