Sunday, December 12, 2010

Dream Episode - Manicure mansion

Day of dream: last night

There was a beautiful kingdom, busy and bustling. The buildings were beautiful (actually I don't know much about that, but I assume they are), the clothes are beautiful, the people are beautiful (well groomed at the very least). It's a fairytale world, where soldiers guard the city on white steads. Yet something was more beautiful than the kingdom: the mansion standing in the middle of the woods. This was a mansion of exclusivity, for a manicurist, a man who referred to himself as the artist, lived there with his daughters. The mansion was built with white bricks, with many windows, and a fountain at the front (if I remember this correctly) to welcome his guests. The manicurist was devoted to his art, never leaving his mansion. But his nail-art was so popular that nobles, gentlemen and ladies alike, would pass the soldiers on the white steads, travel through the woods, to have their nails done.

One day, a lady with her lord, came to the mansion to do their nails. The lady had her face painted white, and her fair hair done up that doubled the length of her face, secured with ribbon pins that balanced her puffy grand dress. The lord was slightly round and red, presumably from the wine from the parties, dressed smartly in a swallow suit (I can't really remember what the lord look like...). With their nails done, they happily entered they black carriage drawn by elegant horses, and made their way toward the city through the woods.

Soon after, on the same day, they returned, looking wretched: hair out of place and dress torn. They were welcomed into the house. The nail-artist, upon seeing them, greeted them with warmth for he believed he had done the best nails on them. Holding his little brushes (pin-fine brushes), he wanted to see his art. He was shocked to find that his art disappeared from their nails. "But that was my finest art," he exclaimed (in a slight Italian accent) waving his brush around.

The nobles recounted the witch-tree/spirit living in the woods who demanded... (something, I can't remember it now) They can't return to the city and they cannot call for help, and can only wait for the dashing soldiers on the stead to come look for them when the city realized their absence.