I had an epic-length dream about Craster last night.
So, it started off that it was cottage time, but it was really warm and summer-like. Floaty dresses weather.
A few (6 or so) of us had arrived and were in the kitchen, and Craster said that he was moving to the town where I used to live, so could I show him around? I said yes, of course, so we set off.
It was somewhere coastal, and though I have lived in a few coastal areas it wasn't noticeably any of those. It seemed to be the south coast, there were beautiful high white cliffs and the like.
Anyway, we were walking along and I took him to High Cliff, which was a steep climb to a cliff edge. As you near it, it raises up further and breaks into really tall and dream-like architecture. It's hard to explain, but it was all white marble, and reminded me of the elvish architecture on LOTR, all very tall and delicate archways that look like they couldn't possible take any weight but were of course as strong as steel. They were decorative, organic shapes, like art nouveaux spun around gothic. Anyway, you could walk all the way out to sea, hundreds of feet above the ocean on these archways, Craster really wanted to look, but there are no sides to the walkways and bridges, and though I oblige I feel really dizzy and nauseas as vertigo starts to take over and my head is spinning. Still, we walk, and climb, unsteady feet, until the cliffs are far behind us and the sea is far below. There are no other people and the sun is hot, the marble is kind of burning white in our eyes.
Eventually we turn back and Craster is kind of silent, I think over-awed. I ask if he'd like to see anything else. Yes, if there is more. We walk along the cliffs again and I show him the clippers. They aren't real clippers, but about a mile out to sea are a giant art installation, made of some kind of marble with crystal sails. There are about 15 of them, with their 'sails' all looking as if they are billowing in the wind, sun catching the crystal. They are really, really amazing. Like, so beautiful that you kind of want to cry a bit.
Then we move along the cliff to another offshore installation - this is made of old cooling towers that have been altered and positioned out in the ocean. One looks like an old Romany caravan, or a western covered wagon, another looks a bit like a beetle, trying to climb over a large branch. Another looks like a sheet on a washing line, blowing in the wind.
We turn back and he asks if I know anywhere nice we can get a drink. I know a couple of pubs which I recognise from various places. We go to the first and sit by the water and have a glass of wine in the sun. As a breeze settles in we move to the next and it is warm and inviting inside, we have one and I say we should head back before it gets dark. But Craster says that this pub is the most amazing place in the world and that he never wants to leave, so he thinks that instead of heading back to the cottage, everyone should head here. I'm happy for this as by now I miss Russell and I haven't had chance to see everyone but there are loads of seats, it's warm and a bit boozy. Craster phones Grim... and tells him to bring everyone over to the pub. We wait and have some wine, but when Grim... turns up he is alone. He didn't want to bring everyone else as then there would be less beer to drink, so I felt a bit sad then, and I kind of felt it would be a long night then as now I couldn't drink, or get back to the cottage alone as I had lost the directions and it was dark.
Then I woke up.
I think I dreamed about Craster as I noticed his heart hanging from the tree just before we headed to bed last night, it just caught my eye, so it must have jogged him into my sleep.
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