As I sit in this coffee staring out the window. Enjoying the bitter and nutty smell of coffee beans roasting, the noises of people moving, working, and relishing in caffeine and sugar I had the most vivid daydream.
It was like a movie playing in front of my face. I swear. I have had daydreams before but it always have been real minor nothing like an actual dream, like when a person is sleeping. I was taken into another world; I did not even feel like myself but like something greater…better. I am going to try to retell it but even as I ember the incidents I know I will not do it justice.
The daydream transform the McDonalds across the street to a medieval castle. Complete with a moat, lofty towers, it was beautiful. I was a dazzling maiden. With long curly black hair, a bewitching smile, dressed in emerald green.
As I walk to towns streets on my way to the market to sell some food from my family’s farm, I witness a murder. These two bandits, dressed in yellow and red, rob and kill this young woman. As I draw near, I somehow recognize that she is the princess of these lands.
After the men left I made my way to her and ask her if there was anything I could for help. She spoke some words in a language I had never heard before, touched my hand, with a small smile on her face and a look of sorrow in her eyes, she took one last breath Just like that she had passed.
After gently laying her head back, I climbed upon her steed and gallop away to the city in search of help. It was when I clutched the reins I realized she had pressed something in my hand, a gold coin the glowed an iridescent amber.
As I made it to the towns square, I searched until I found a guardsman for the noble family and told him what had happen. He immediately gathered a few other men and they followed me into the woods. Nevertheless, when we made it to the place where I had left her, she was gone!
They looked at me with disgust in their eyes and started demanding that I explain myself. Unable to give an acceptable answer, the guardsmen bounded me with a rope and we rode back to the castle. Apparently misrepresenting a noble family death or lack thereof is a crime. One punished with ten years in the dungeons of the castle or death. Depending of the mood of the king.
Once we made it to the castle, I was sent to the dungeons to wait until the king was free to address my crimes and hear my side.
As I was waiting someone, I had dropped his or her coffee mug, with that loud clatter I was brought back to reality.
What sucks now is that I am extremely curious as to my outcome from all of that. I mean, it was just so real and engaging. After I snapped back I kept looking around, it was as if my reality was the dream and the dream reality.