I don’t remember very much of it, but I liked my dream. My best friend was there and probably contributed to it. My best friend is half Cambodian-half American. However, she was born in the U.S.A. … California, I think. While I’m 100 percent American.
My dream started out in an Asian hotel room. I knew I was Asian. I wasn’t my usual self. I think we were in Japan. I say “we” including my best friend, some girls who were strangers to me, and myself. An elderly Asian woman gathered us around. There must have been at least fifty of us, but it seemed like fifteen. The woman told us that all of us were guardians. Each one of us had to protect a region. I was supposed to protect the bottom half of the U.S.A., Cuba (ect.), Mexico, and the top part of South America, with all of them considered a region. My best friend Renée was supposed to protect the bottom half of the U.S.A., Canada, the Arctic, and Greenland. The lady said I was the sheep guardian (my name means ew means sheep in Hebrew so I wasn’t too surprised). Somehow, everyone was one guardian.
I say it was an Asian hotel room because a door that looked like a Japanese door was right next to me. The elderly woman gave us a room for two people. I got my best friend. I wanted to know what was on the other side of the door, but it was forbidden. The Lady came in and told me that I could go on the other side of the door. There was a boy waiting for me. The woman said his name was Sesshomaru. Renée suddenly disappeared. I jumped off the bed and rushed to the door. I opened the Japanese style door carefully. I peeked in and saw a boy, a couple years older than me. Except, he wasn’t anything like Sesshomaru in Inuyasha. He was sitting down on the bed and looked like he was talking to someone. His head was down. He could have been sitting cross legged, but one of his legs hung off the bed.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked.
He turned into a cat and looked up at me. The expression on the cat had a expression humans would have. It was as if saying, Well? Or really?, but with humor. It was if he was smiling. For some reason I wasn’t scared, nor surprised. He followed me out of the room and I sat down at the table. He sat on the table.
“I don’t know why but I’m a guardian. A guardian of the west. I’ll be going soon and my family will be leaving soon from their trip here.”
I looked up and the cat was gone. Sesshomaru turned back into a person. He grabbed me and kissed me.
Everything then seemed to be like a CD skipping. It was rushed and broken. He said that every one of the guardians had one common royal ancestor. But my line was always royal. Sesshomaru knew me in a past life and he loved me. He said he still loved me.
Then I woke up.
I have no idea what it means. Can anyone help?