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took a nap today after a long morning of mtb. i apologize for the grammar. writing this stream of thought before i forget it.

My dream started off with Rachelle and I visiting a museum. It was like a large renaissance house with a grand hallway and rooms that branched off of it.

The hallway itself began in a large foyer dressed with rich dark hardwood walls. In the foyer there was simple brown table and it had a candle next to a small cup of water. Random details, I know.

The hallway was tall. Maybe 20 feet. 12 feet up, windows lined the hallway to let natural light in. I don't believe that there was a chandelier. The hallway was painted with white trim and it glowed with the sunlight coming from the top. Rooms were situated on either side as you walked through. Some were small libraries, one looked to be a dining room, and one had a huge staircase in it. All the rooms had white doors so you didn't know what kind of room it was unless you looked inside it. Along the right side of the hallway towards the end there was a double door made of oak. It was ornately carved and had wrought iron hardware.

We started down the hallway,peeking through the rooms and noticing that there was a small # of people dressed in period clothing. There was short/tubby and a tall/lanky pair of men in one room. They looked to be British barristers with their stuffy wigs looking at an exhibit on one of the walls next to the room's entrance. They slowly turned to us with their beady eyes and with a haughty look said, "Oh well look at these youngsters!" They turned to leave out the room entrance where we were standing, so we backed up to let them through..... and they disappeared while walking back towards the foyer.

Yeah gets weirder.

We kept walking and noticed that random people were appearing in period clothing. Hint #1.   They kept disappearing. Hint #2. The fact that they were acknowledging our presence was creeping me the hell out.

So we saw a Spaniard in red clothing circa 1400's (not Columbus) walking toward us. We weren't surprised at that point, so we kept walking. One of the next rooms we passed had a sword within it's scabbard lying on a table; as we peeked in, it rose sharply and a voice said "Intruder! Back away!" Oddly, this was in the dining room and it was blocked off from entrance.

Anyways, the sword freaked me out a bit so I backed towards the foyer and I noticed that Rachelle was gone. I went back to the foyer and noticed a room to the left of the hallway that was open now. There were actual employees in period costume ( yes they were real) entertaining the museum visitors by dressing them up. Rachelle was there and they had just finished dressing her up. We smiled at each other and she went back to talking to the employees.
I noticed a museum employee in the foyer tending to the candle and I asked her, "Have you seen anything strange going on here?" She gave a nervous laugh and replied, "I'm not sure what you mean."

I looked at the candle, it had burned down completely and she had doused the remaining wick with her hand after dipping it in the water.
 
"Are you sure nothing is going on?", I asked.
"Well there have been some strange phenomena... the museum has always been haunted, but the frequency of events has never been this high.

This next part of the dream was a little stranger. It left my perspective to that of a teenager and his gf that were visiting the museum at the same time as us.

As they passed the dining room, the sword swung around again, but it was plainly obvious that the sword had been welded into the scabbard and whatever ghostly figure was trying to threaten visitors was plainly frustrated with it. The teenagers walked on after laughing at the ghost's expense and saw a little boy in the next room in an academy uniform waiting for food that will never arrive and complaining that it was cold. He resembled a little pudgy Irish boy. Don't know why, but I was pretty sure he was Irish. Not sure what that means.

Anyways, they were passing the locked Oak Doors when a force slammed into it. It was a pretty loud bang and it caused the teenagers to jump. The teens were a little thrown off but inquisitive so they came up close to the doors. *BANG*. Another hit.

Something behind that door was mad.

The boy wanted to open it, but his gf was begging for him to leave and just keep it closed. Guys being guys, he grabbed hold of the wrought iron handles and started pulling.

As soon as the doors had opened a crack, a swift movement swung out and knocked the boy down; an axe followed, killed the girl, and a cloaked being stepped out of the doors. He started attacking humans and spirits alike with various daggers. The teenager groggily opened his eyes and remembered something about two old men telling him about a stone that was hanging from his neck.

It had the power to turn back time for 1 minute once an hour. He immediately used it and was back to the closed Oak Doors.

Instead of opening the doors, he looked down and there was a grating. He looked in and started speaking to the being behind the doors.
No explanation why he was trapped there, just what his mission was. He was an assassin sent to take his revenge for his murdered people. He had seen his wife and daughter raped to death and was determined to find the man and men responsible for it. The teenager tried to talk him out of it saying the perpetrators were long gone and that he should try to be at peace, but the spirit had no intention of it. He threatened the boy with a harsh punishment should he try to stop him.

So the boy decided to help the spirit. He didn't release him, but would find the men responsible and return with their names. As a hint, the spirit gave him an image of the guns used by his enemies.

It was a long tube, about 36 inches, and it didn't have the usual trigger system of a gun. It was inscribed with decorative symbols with a dark brown color.

And that's when I woke up from my nap.