So a while ago I have had a proper, nice dream that is actually meaningful. Here it is:
The Spartan army –spears and shields, camped up to rest a little bit during a campaign. And I, a captive girl in their retinue. I decide to escape, running for my freedom and acting quickly. I make myself out of the camp, with the vast fields of Peloponnessus in front of me. I go through villages large and small, thorny moors; landscape porphyry with lavenders and then the old fields of olive groves. I hide my way through the villages, doing little favours here and there and getting sustenance and water that I require to advance my journey. I go through pathless wilderness in order to make my pursuers lose my track. Sun sets, sun rises and the idea of escape melts away into an infinite intensity of travel — I walk forwards and only forwards, never back.
susumi tsudukeru