The Beltane Dreams
It had been an exhausting week; a tiring trek across the whole of Fantasia, the search for mistletoe sprigs and the burning of the Wickerman. The three elves sat around the camp fire and marvelled at what they had done and seen that week.
They spent the following short hours laughing, talking and entertaining one another as the mellow springtime night drew stealthily in on hushed footsteps.
One by one the elves retired to their tents. Kris, the eldest was soon fast asleep.
“Are you asleep yet?” quietly whispered Maxwell to Skippy in the neighbouring tent.
“I can’t sleep,” Skipppy yawned, “I”m too excited.”
But soon the three of them fell fast asleep and continued their fantastical trek into the nighttime world of the DreamTime. The mistletoe was playing it’s Beltane magic in their young minds and soon begun to conjure the most wondrous visions inside their sleeping heads. What can these dreams mean?