Medieval Dreams

There was this dream last night...I think inspired by the ghost story book i've been reading lately. It was a medieval castle, there was a being, it was me, but not really, it could split into two people, and they had daemons, like the golden compass. It was a beautiful girl with long blond hair, in a red velvet gown. The daemon was a small black cat/dog type thing. She wasn't supposed to be there, she was a ghost, a being, people were afraid of her... she hid... but once a soldier or a guard saw her, saw them, he told her to get out of there, to leave. But there was so much tension, one of the half of the being felt such electricity between them. He was scruffy, handsome, weary, he saw her and her beauty but what could he do, she was a being, a ghost, a freak, different... as he turned his back on them to catch up with his men. He rounded the corner to descend the stairs... and just as he was about to go in, she ran to him, grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face ehr, and pressed him against the wall, and kissed him hard. (he actually bumped his head pretty hard haha) She needed him, she couldn't help herself you know. It was passion, she saw his old soul, his eyes, his body, his whole being and she loved every bit of it. He kissed her back, he wanted a beautiful body, he wanted to have the privilege of having her. It was scary... she wasnt human, her other half was around the corner, he knew he shouldnt, but he had to.