Sunday, February 8, 2015

Mummies and scrolls! The Goddess Bastet!

I was an archeaologist.  I was working in a huge museum in charge of hundreds of mummies.  I was visited by another Egyptologist who found a scroll.  We decided to read it out lous.   Suddenly the scroll glowed and the mummies started moving.  They were becoming alive.

There was one mummy in a beautiful case who we thought was royal.  She stepped out of her box.
She was very beautiful with long long wavy hair like Queen Tye.  She said she was Bastet the Goddess.

The other mummies left the museum after tipping over a crate of spare parts and taking the parts they needed.

Bastet and the other Egyptologist fell in love.  I told them we all needed to go to Canada where they will be able to marry.  That was the only place a modern man could marry a 4000 yr old mummy.
I had read that if you were shipwrecked on Canadian soil, you can become a citizen.

We took a boat from the museum.  It wan an ancient wood boat shaped like a Viking dragon ship with an all seeing eye painted on both sides of the prow.  We took off and wrecked th eboat on Canadian shore.

The boat lay on it's side with waves lapping at it.  Bastet suddenly screamed and disappeared under the waves.  We dove and dove to find her but she had totally disappeared.

This is Queen Tye.  Isn't she a beautiful mummy?

Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Garden of death, My murder.

I was traveling in  a strange open carriage thing, it looked like a horse drawn carriage but there were no horses.  There were no motor sounds.  There were manicured hedges breaking up the different garden areas.  It was sunny and warm.

As I travelled in silence, total silence, I passed gardens filled with people.  They were frozen in place, no moving.  The people were dressed like Lewis the 15th era aristocrats.  There was a beautiful lady alone in one garden throwing a ball for her little white poodle.  The ball was frozen in the air, the lady was in a throwing position, and the little dog was completely off the grown leaping after the ball.
 
I made it to the next garden and I was let out into a garden.  I realized I was dressed like everyone else.  I lifted the beautiful skirts and walked in the garden.  I seemed to be alone.  Someone grabbed me and spun me around.  A rough looking ragged man grabbed the scarf about my throat and started to strangle me.  I fought back but I felt mysel dropping.

I awoke very frightened.  I tried to get back to sleep.  I found the dream starting again, and it happened exactly the same once again.  When I woke I stayed up for a few minutes to break the dream cycle.