Dreams.

I had this dream back in mid-August, but I didn't have a chance to write it down, and then I forgot about it. Now I remembered, although the memories have faded; I really should have written it down right away. I was in a kingdom/empire filled with chaos and disorder. I was given a mission to reach a large Fortress on a hill. It was the only Rampart of order and tranquility. It was surrounded by a moat and two high stone walls. All of this was located below the central structure – a palace or something like that (more like a Temple, and it was unremarkable, like the Fortress itself, but it stood out only because of its size). Some monk-mages lived there. They were waiting for me. And when I reached the Fortress, I was greeted as a friend. After entering through the gates of the first wall, I saw many small houses. Further on, I sat in a boat that soared into the air and carried me and several other monks, who were sitting next to me, to the Temple. On wooden structures, similar to the training ground where the guards trained in the swamp camp from the first Gothic, the monks practiced combat spells, manipulating green and red energy. They were dressed in light leather armor of a dark red color, and all the monks had shaved heads. The flight in the boat impressed me the most in the dream. I remember having a similar dream once. It also featured monks, similar to Buddhist monks. There were two of them, and they were sailing in a flying boat through the air above a gorge. At the bottom of the gorge, a small stream flowed, and at the top, along the edges and further into the depths, a dense forest grew. One of the monks, an elder, sat at the stern of the boat in the lotus position, and the younger one (about 11 years old, resembling Avatar Aang) stood at the bow and rowed with an oar. I even remember his face. He was both surprised and worried. This is about the monks in flying boats. Perhaps these dreams are somehow connected.