Turquoise Dreams

Friday, 8/16/13

Last night bed 10:45pm - 3:30am; 5:10am - 9:23am

I thank those who insipred this awesome night (ophelia with her dream from last night and sparta with chat talk). And thank you brain, for getting the hints and obliging.

This was one of the longest dreams that I remember.

DR - part 1
I'm in a building with lots of people. We know a huge earthquake is coming, in fact, it's iminent. At first, we were gonna just run outside. But then I realize, we need to collect as much stuff as we can, because after the quake, that's all we gonna have.

So I tell my mom and dad. They are sceptical. But I start bringing items into a shopping cart. I look at the stack of neatly folded burgundy color towels. I know they are older and they have been used to dry the dogs after their bath, but they are clean now and I put them in the cart. I find water bottles, and different items. I know that even if we don't need some of it, we can barter with them. I find a pile of my old things. I look through them and I flip through pages of my bright blue book of stamp collection. (I wish I had it here with me IWL, because I think I saw it exactly as they were, although I have not seen them in years). I know I can't take them with me.

I find two comforters. I get an idea of making them water proof. I tell an old classmate of mine from elementary school to cut open some large black trashbags and saw them onto the comforters. So when we have to sleep outdoors and ground is wet, they will insuate us.

I know we are on borrowed time and quake can happen at any second. I hear a sound and I look at my watch. I just received an alarm, an early warning, that quake has already happened and we have 12 or 7 seconds till the shock wave arrives. I yell at everybody to get out. I start pushing the cart and my mom is trying to keep up, but complaining of her legs. I lift her into the cart and keep pushing.

We get to the exit from the building. Large glass doors are chained shut. 2 guards at the desk are not willing to open them, eventhough crowds are gathering, wanting to get out. Nobody wants to stay inside, where glass and stuff would be raining down on us.

Suddently we are outside, at night, pushing the rattling shopping cart with our items and my mom.

Then it feels like it's all over. It's day time and I'm back at the entrance to the building. People are milling around. I walk around with someone around a lake that's just outside the building/ The walkway starts to separate and now I'm standing on something that looks like a small raft made of reeds. The person with me is also standing on one. It's dipping under water and now I'm more swimming that walking. The water is nice and warm and although it's scary, I don't mind that much.

Part 2
Me and another person are going back inside the building. This seems to be years after the apocalypse. There are some thugs sitting by the entry and lots of debree everywhere. Broken furniture, pieces of concrete... The glass door is now jammed opened.

The other person tells me to stay there and wait for him. He was looking for something. I'm in a large tiled corridor, even walls are tiles. There are no lights, but it's not dark inside. He walks in the opening in the wall to the right. I walk little further down this corridor and hang left.

I'm looking for restrooms. There are some stalls with dark red metal walls, that could use a fresh coat of paint. They don't have doors, but they are normal toilets. (Which is very unusual. normally I find a restroom, but there is always something wrong with it and I can't use it). Some are separated by semi-transparant plastic hanging from the ceiling. I find one, no door, but nobody is around and I use it.

I keep walking and see lots of males in the hallway. Someone who seems to be in authority is telling them it's time to go in their cells. I ask if this is a prison and I'm told yes, it is. It's kinda lax, almost voluntary.

I know what I want and I ask a handsom black guy, leaning against a wall, how big is his pen0r. He says "like a hot-dog". I say, if I'm gonna have a black guy, he is not gonna have a hot-dog. The warden steps in and askes me a few questions. His questions are leadig me to believe, that despite the size, he is the best.

So I walk off with the hot dog. I keep asking him where wuld be a good place, untill we get to some side corridor with some construction material.

We are about to start, when 2 huge guys walk in. And rest is on need to know basis only.