I lived on an island with a giant gothic city where a religious (Christian) council reigned over several islands. I myself was a man, a Caucasian guy with tired, dark eyes and black short hair. I was a former agent for the state council but lived since a few years on the sea near a lighthouse doing a job as a fisher. My fish were held in a cage in the sea, they were vicious animals, piranha-like. I had to feed them with my own blood.
One day I got the message to visit the council and I wandered through a beautiful city formed out of sandstone illuminated by a warm lovely light.
The religious men wanted me for one last job, A ship was seen near the shore, on board rebels to the system. I had to drown the boat.
I felt real glooming hate against these people and disgust.
I did the job, the sea was like a big swimming pool with a wall ending the sea above the wall a thundering waterfall. Funny in the open sea the ground was empty but on the coast by my fish the water was muddy through the sand but full of algae.
I climbed on board and placed inside the ship an explosive charge but I got caught. I had to murder the guy who saw and attacked me. He was the first person I had ever killed.
When I was off the boat and far away it exploded.
A day later I found a woman on my shore. black curly locks of beautiful hair, dark skin, a beautiful mouth. She was still alive I brought her inside my house.
In the following time, I got her back on her feet and she stayed. She was a rebel and I fell in love. (it was a real feeling of love)
We planned on fleeing to a neighbour island, to vanish and to never come back to this awful life.
But the council got to know about the plans and they send a killer who murdered the woman I fell in love with, just because I wasn't there. Because I got a boat for us. Because I came back too late.
I didn't experience such real feelings in a dream since a very long time.
Did anyone of you ever fell in love in a dream? For me, it was the second time.