The Tudors are Jerks!

Alright - this dream was an episode of The Tudors, with flourishes.

I was a nun, I think - a mother superior - in this giant underground(?) monastery. Torchlight and giant columns - the works. And Master Cromwell (James Frain) was there, and he was demanding that I provide the king with women, and that he was going to destroy my abbey/monastery. I told him that I could, and he started to leave.

"But you must promise me something," I said. I walked up to him - he was on a step above me. "You must promise not to kill me in the end." Because I knew he betrayed people, and that everyone he knew wound up dead. He gave me a sarcastic little smile. I remember noticing the dark red stones hung around his neck, how fine his outfit was.

"Madam, I will make no such promise," he replied.

"Oh, but you will," I said. "Because it is in your best interest that I live. I am the soul of discretion, and can get you anything you want, and you'll never hear from me, never know that I am here." He started to turn away again, and I quietly asked, "And what of your soul, Master Cromwell?" I went on to question him a little, and I thought he was about to leave, but he broke down crying and almost fell over. I ran to him and held him tightly, and told him it would be alright. He was so very angry at himself, at the king, at the whole system he had helped put into place.

Later - there was a sort of procession through my monastery. I had all these women in white brought in, and stood them around the columns in the torchlight. King Henry VIII (Jonathan Rhys Meyers) arrived with his entourage, and they were very happy with what I had provided. I did not stay to see them take the women, but I could hear their revelry in the stairwells and corridors. I don't think I was the mother superior character here - like a good TV camera person, I was sweeping through the area in third person.

The queen was brought below and left there. I did not seem them put her in the crypt, but the camera did. She was going gaunt and going mad, and the King's new potential wife showed up, dancing and laughing in a beautiful gown of purple and green just outside the door, but the other queen could see her. The older queen gasped as the little woman tore off gold pieces from the dress. This angered the queen. The younger girl laughed, and tossed the gold pieces from the dress up into the air. She knew she had beaten the queen, who could not get out of the room she was in.

Then we were above ground, in a pale sunny room. I was sitting in a room with a group of nobles. At this point I remember I was wearing a black robe, but I was not the nun character anymore. Charles Brandon (Henry Cavill), was there, and they were debating...things. At some point, they made a mean-spirited joke about the common man, and I took insult. Brendon looked at me earnestly, and asked, "I'm sorry, that wasn't meant for you."

"Of course," I tried to laugh as I rose from the table. The other nobles were looking a little guiltily at me. "Excuse me, I'm just going to step out for a moment." I left and went down a few flights of stairs to where the completely period inappropriate bathrooms were. I sat down on a bench and tried not to feel sad. Brendon found me there, and apologized.

Then things started to deteriorate, in a dream sense. There was movement back downstairs, and crying from somewhere. The king was bored.

My monastery was sacked and robbed of all it's gold. I was outraged, but not so much as when they took my relics. This included two deformed children who were rumored to cure the blind. Guards showed up and threw bags over their heads and started to pull them to a cart. It was night. They couldn't understand what was going on, and I couldn't stop the guards. Not that I was really putting up a fight. I kept demanding that they take the hoods off, that the children weren't animals to be kept in cages, but no one was listening to me. The camera spun around a little crazily here. My great hound came up to me, and I was comforted. But then they took my hound from me as well, and I tried not to weep. "Why?!" I screamed. "Why must you take my dog as well?!" I looked around for Cromwell, whom I was convinced betrayed me. I found him, but he was stripped of all his power and broken. There was nothing to do to stop the king from completing his plan to steal the monasteries. There was fire, and novices running around in a panic.

Deteriorating further:

Now there were people being shackled in rooms - and there were mutant people on the other side of these plexiglass walls. They had saucer like rings around their eyes, and i.v.'s in their arms. This was all taking place in a similar underground setting, except the period was totally different. And there were soldiers being experimented on, and people kept in plexiglass containers, and it was all choppy and vaguely sickening.

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OK, apart from the deterioration into area 51 at the end of the dream - this was really in-depth. I could feel the stone steps, and see the details in everyone's outfits. I've had cavernous underground settings in dreams before, but I don't have TV show dreams that often. The last one I had was a Doctor Who dream, and that was ages ago.

I haven't watched "The Tudors" in some time. I wonder why my subconscious decided to set the dream with that show? Or why it chose a monastery, when the show is considerably racier. Not that my dream wasn't racy, but it seemed somehow removed from the sex that was going on. I also wonder why our brains choose TV shows at all, when our minds are capable of much more? Why choose a show?