Another strange dream which I throughly enjoyed.

The young man from the mansion:

Today I dreamt something dangerous had happened to me. I was kind of wounded and slightly asleep, almost as if I was near to lose all contact with the world and life. I was surrounded by some sort of wheat field and I could scent and hear the sea nearby, it was dark but there were still some street lamps alive.
Suddenly, I feel someone picking me up and walking me inside a mansion which decoration was a mix of ocre colour wood with plastic modern design materials. The mansion was extremely large (like a mansion is supposed to be, duh -.-) with numerous rooms but all cozy looking. The pillows and sheets were made of cotton and looked fluffy. There was clearly some luxury ostentation but not in a eccentric exuberant cliche way (baroque golden ornaments and shit).

Obviously whoever took me inside was deadly rich (oh what a pity) but somehow the decoration kind of showed the person was also humble and nice (or maybe not...let's get to know the person first just to make sure, ok). The mansion was nicely large but not necessarily intimidating with huge lamps made of diamonds (thank gods, I hate those).

I eventually fall asleep somewhere (hopefully in a bed because that's where I wake up next). When I do so (wake up) the day is sunny and clear, everything inside me is calm and less scary (since when is a rich mansion scary? I'm so awkward). I start remembering last night in an attempt to figure out who's the person who "saved me?". I see it was a man (thank god a young handsome one, danish prince, sort of) and hopefully the owner of the house. (Please, please, dream tell me he's a prince).

This is part 1 of the dream. Part 2 coming.