I had a dream that I was part of a race that destroyed their world. I was young in this dream, one of the children.
And in this dream, the elders voluntarily destroyed my world, and tried to escape to a new one.
Instead, they didn’t quite get away, and we ended up meeting the people who livfed within the world, a race of very burly red-haired dwarf-like people.
Now, the dwarven people didn’t know that we were responsible for the world being destroyed, so they took us in.
And they began to show us how to remake the world, using the bits of thinking magick that was within the world.
The magic molded itself to the beings it came in contact with, so the little bits of magick became tiny gnomes, working for the dwaves with the big full heads of red hair.
And we befriended the bits of magick and learned to work beside them to rebuild the world.
That’s the short part of the story.
and it has me sitting here going Huh…isn’t that an old story, about elves and dwarves and a human-like race? About how that humanoid race destroyed their first world and had to learn to live in harmony to create a new world?
There’s other bits of the dream, like the giant dwarven king and his enormous battle axe/hammer, and his many many braids. And how I was a child, so I had no fear of him, but he told me stories about a great hero of my race that had to learn to live among the dwarves for a lifetime and 20 before the dwarves could release him from servitude for something that hero had done in ignorance. The rules are tough but this is the fae, this is an entirely new kingdom.
I say dwarf, but I do not know if that is what they were. They were miners, workers, people of another race. Strong as ox, smart and full of laughter, women and men alike. Fully in tuned with the creatures of magick.
There was many a joke made about how the people of my race believe red hair to be a bad luck symbol, so the red hair of the dwarves was something we considered an ill-given gift.
I remember best the sparkling black stone of the world beneath, the quarries and the deep caverns that drew me.
Oooh….that dream tripped ALL the dream boundaries. NOT just a dream, I can feel that one loud and clear! Which mythology though? Need to research!