I'm not sure which part came first, the Narnia experience or the Video clips, but I remember there were 4 of us... Me and 3 others, and we were in some sort of band. I was the lead singer (and I was much prettier cuz we were actually a signed band and something/someone was comparing me to Amy Lee) and we were in this... fantasy setting.
Really the only part of my internal "Narnia" I can remember... Actually, I think the video clips came first. I know we had to make videos for our released singles, and the first one was obviously rather angry because we were trashing the house we were in. Only at times we were doing it faster then the song was supposed to be so that it could be slowed down for playback, which is how the rest of that scenario went. Like we were acting in invisible molasses.
It was actually pretty fun to go through, to "live out" that scenario, moving from house to house and trashing them in slo-mo. But even I realized that if all of these "videos" were the sum of our career then our fans were going to quickly grow bored with the same old same. So I told the producers to fuck off, I have a better idea.
Edit: I believe that over the course of a few "videos" things shifted from slo-mo housing to woods (where we picked up Amy Lee (Lithium)), to gardens from WonderLand (where we picked up/faced Gwen Stefani (who I don't even like! She was probably a manifestation of the Queen of Hearts/The White Witch)), to my Narnia (where Pink was probably something like Aslan, she was there when we needed her, but only briefly before she was gone again).
That's when things shifted to Narnia, only it wasn't a fake staged version, it was my mind's equivalent of the real deal. I remember the important place within my dream was... Well I really want to call it the "Fountain of Souls" all of a sudden. I don't remember much of its design, only that it's large and made of what appeared to be some sort of light yellow/cream sandstone. And the largest feature on it was the design on the side that seemed to be half clock and half decoration.
If I could be bothered I'd try to draw it (still on my 'I quit art' bender, 2 weeks and counting. If only smoking were this easy) because it's hard to describe in words: a downward arc with notches clearly indicated on it, but they were recessed into a channel through the stone, each notch/number drawn in some sort of metal that appeared rusty but was perfectly smooth. And that was inset into some sort of cog on the side of the fountain, but it was not moving and it wasn't ticking like internal parts were measuring time's passing.
The whole fountain was in the centre of a clearing, an english garden only instead of giant hedges around the edge to denote this part of the garden, it was ringed by cliffs about 3 times our height. Not high enough that we couldn't climb out, seeing as there was only one path in, but it was flat rock with no hand-holds. And something instinctively told me there was more to it than that.
If you've ever actually watched Narnia, you'll know that each child has a unique weapon: 2 swords, a bow and a dagger... Plus the horn. In my dream there was something similar. One of the boys picked up a scythe along the way, and it was instinctively his and bound to his soul. He was the only one who could touch it and wield it. And I knew that the curve of the blade would fit in the recessed area. I pointed it out to him and he climbed on the edge of the fountain to try it.
I was right, it fit perfectly and the handle of the scythe then became the lever for the device. Pulling back on it with all his strength the cog turned, or at least shifted... And a large section of the stone wall, deceptively hidden by a well blended alcove, raised up and revealed a hidden pathway. We cautiously made our way towards it, taking our time to cross the river stones between us and the alcove, but by the time we made it there the "timer" had run out and it was closed again.
So myself and the scythe's "owner" traversed back again to the fountain, and levered the cog once more so the others could get through. And I somehow knew that it would come free if he wanted it too, without interfering with the timer. We needed the weapon more than anything so I told him to bring it. It took him a few tries but he finally pulled it free, and we could see how the metal sigils made up the timer and how long exactly that we had, so we ran to catch up to the others before the door closed again.
I remember getting halfway across the stream/river, before my alarm went off. I never actually found out what lay in the chamber beyond the alcove...
...But I suppose that's a story for another time, anyway.
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