eucalyptblaze
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I was in some sort of convention in a huge gallery complex of modern architecture (lots of glass and steel). I spent quite some time walking around looking at things but I don’t even remember if there was any art to see there. At one point I followed a friend up into an upper viewing space that was conventionally three storeys high via narrow steel stairs but all inside a huge glass and steel building. When I went up there were heaps of people there but there was nothing really to see except for the high up view, which out of my fear of heights (which is always greatly exaggerated in dreams) I refused to behold. I went back down the stairs but stopped at a platform about halfway down where I saw my uncle and was also soon joined by my brother, my cousin and her boyfriend, who was wearing my balaclava which I remembered I had been wearing a while before, and when I verbally noticed it I accidentally addressed my cousin instead of him, causing some confusion and he took it off before anyone else noticed.

We were all sitting around a coffee table that had assorted snack food on it. There were these really delicious but tiny little biscuits that my brother would drop into the bowl of this sweet, sugary, caramel coloured sauce, and then with a teaspoon he would gather up the now sauce-coated biscuits and eat them. I had no such spoon, so when I wanted some I attempted to just scoop them up with my fingers, and my brother stopped me, declaring to everyone in a righteous manner the wrong I had done, and insisted I get a utensil – so I grabbed a butterknife and tried again. Though successful with the butterknife, he seemed to have some problem with it because it wasn’t a spoon. Anxious members of staff kept hovering around our table, waiting for us to finish anything so they could take the plates and utensils away.

When the food ran out, we all departed from the building as everyone was leaving, causing a mass crowd to disperse into the dark streets outside. A whole group of us, which now seemed to consist of a random mixture of family, friends and probably at least one invented character, began walking away in one direction, down a wide street them seemed to be flanked with what looked like volcanic cliffs. The sky was the one of the most magnificent dream visions I have ever seen, as it looked as if no atmosphere existed, so it was a direct view of the intensely shining galactic sea of stars and nebulae. I kept stopping everyone so I could take out my phone and take photos of the view. At one point I saw that the formation of some of the rocky cliffs, when viewed from a certain angle, looked like a basic representation of a human face (like the face on mars), which I likened to Julian Assange. We walked to a point where there was no longer any other humans in sight excerpt for our group, and there was a glimpse of a view where we could see over the volcanic cliffs on the other side of street, it just seemed like the landscape continued on to the horizon with the dark, rounded, rocky landscape, and the stars burned intense in a galactic swirl above.

We got to a point where the road stopped and we had to get onto a very old wooden walkway that dangerously had many parts broken or missing, and it ascended over the now small dark cliffs that we had been walking along all this time. As we went further along this wooden walkway, it seemed we were crossing some sort of threshold and entering a zone of a different nature. Suddenly the walkway ended and we found ourselves in a sunny landscape full of grass, rocks and trees. The dark galactic sky had now been replaced by a bright blue one, and for the first time we saw vegetation. It looked like some sort of huge natural reserve, where the landscape was basically flat and covered with dried out grass. Very prominently there was a wide gravel road flanked by horizontal logs of sun bleached wood along the edges (I frequently stopped to take 'texture photos' of this wood as it was a beautiful grey colour flecked with yellow and green lichen), and every once in a while there were tall wooden signposts that told us a number of distances to destinations. As we travelled along, we saw no sign of human or animal life, and on one side of us a vast eucalypt forest, and a continuous tall rock formation on the side closest to us, that had a concave form that provided relief to us from the sun.

Eventually we got to a place where the rock formation diverged away to create a large grassy space where we saw a large multitude of strange prehistoric looking animals. Amongst them the ones I remember most were these woolly mammoths with patchy grey fur, and these other ones that had a large scaly body of a cross between a kangaroo and a therapod dinosaur, and the head and hands of an ape. For some reason, someone in our group suddenly had a soccer ball and kicked it out into the field towards the grazing animals. This caused all of the non ape-headed animals to stampede away into the forest in fear. However the ape-headed creatures kicked the ball back to us, and then we started kicking it back and forth between us and the animals and it turned into a kind of game. However, eventually the ape creatures approached us closer and we felt threatened. As we ran around trying to dodge them, I suddenly found some sort of ancient arcane tome on the grass right before me and I quickly flicked through its pages to find anything related to animals. I found something that looked like it had something to do with animal control, so I ripped that page out of the book and held it upwards, and this supposedly activated the magical powers within the text, and the ape-headed creatures seemed to stop.

Then they started calmly walking towards me, so I flipped through the book again and found another article that seemed to mention something called “the authority of PETA”, and I ripped it out and activated its power in the same manner as the previous one. The ape-headed animals now started to speak English and were highly intelligent. They queried as to why we were here, as if we were not meant to be, and they threatened to kill us if we couldn’t come up with a sound reason as to why they shouldn’t. The last thing I remember in the dream before I woke up was trying to desperately convince these ape-headed creatures about why the survival of our group was important as I speculated that we might be the last humans left alive, but the ape-headed creatures seemed to regard the survival of humanity as a deeply negative outcome.

Towards the very end of a long sequence of dream events, a story of the origin of humans in this world was told to me and I saw it. At the site of a large stone ‘platform’ sitting in a landscape of green it was revealed to me that this was the site of our few ancestors brought into this world from another reality already fully populated with these ‘proto-humans’. The unknown comic powers summoned our ancestral proto-humans onto this large stone ‘platform’ to which they were kept bound not to leave for a period of time unknown to me. On the edges of the platform the cosmic powers created two giant monoliths, each bearing an engraved symbol. One bore the likeness of a crook and flail, the other a representation of a single grape (represented as a perfect orb). It was told to me that our ancestors intense exposure to these two images had the consequence of them being deeply ingrained in the unconscious of all of the present humanity, us, their descendants, and all humanity throughout human history.

After the required period of time had passed, the cosmic powers released the original proto-humans from being bound to the stone platform and were now free to inhabit the entire world. It was then mentioned to me that if now the cosmic powers were to choose to bring some more proto-humans from the other reality into this world at the present time, they would consequently mix with the present humans and the present humans would ‘become stranger’ – as during the time that has elapsed from the time of the original bringing of them, enough differentiation has occurred to make present humanity significantly different from the proto-humans, and perhaps the same would go for the proto-humans of the alternate reality.

I cannot recall the identity of who was revealing this story to me.

I think the symbolism in this one is a little too obvious.

I was walking down Parramatta road along where Sydney uni had its buildings and noticed a newly renovated building that I had never seen before so I went inside it. I seemed to be with a friend, probably Kynan. We explored around this newly renovated building which had clean white walls and lots of students walking around busily. We went up some stairs to a mezzanine where there were a couple of elevators. When we went into the first elevator we found it only had 2 numbers in it, and that we were already at the top one (the bottom one being the ground entrance level), so we went into the other elevator which had several more numbers (our one being the lowest this time). Inside this elevator the storeys had names, after no. 1 in which we started (its name I can’t remember), no. 2 was called “nondescript balcony”, no. 3 was called “the unconscious” and no.4 was called “the rational ego” – I can’t remember the other levels further up. A woman in the elevator asked us to choose our destinations, Kynan chose “the unconscious” whilst I chose “nondescript balcony”. Whilst the elevator was moving upwards, Kynan and I took notice of some illegible graffiti on the wall behind that seemed to be being projected in front of us faintly via some unknown light source. I was vocal about an observation that at times the light projections of the graffiti were in the motion of sliding downwards, other times they were rotating.

Since the level that I picked came first, we got out at level 2 “nondescript balcony”. It unsurprisingly lived up to its name and there was basically nothing here that I can remember, so we went by stairs up to level 3 “the unconscious”. This level consisted of a very large balcony type area that connected to the building where it assumed clear glass walls, and inside the building there were several designated ‘holes’ so that it was also like an inner balcony looking down into the levels below us. This whole level seemed to be way bigger than the building seemed in the lower levels, and it was populated much less, with only sparse clusters of people standing around and not much noise. It had an eerie feeling of only being half renovated, with no furniture or appliances around, just empty areas with a raw, unpolished aesthetic. The only people around were from the blackwattle cohort. I also saw Mr Williams briefly near one of the interior balcony ‘holes’. I followed Kynan to a gathering of people out on the outdoors balcony area near the building walls who were playing a game of basketball, and Kynan started joining in. He tried to get me to join in, but I refused to play, and so they told me then I should move away because it would be detrimental to the game if I stood around idle in the trajectory of the players (Pat Ormsby was among them and when he had the ball he bumped into me a few times). I left them and ventured out towards the expansive outdoors balcony area where the majority of the cohort where sitting around on the floor.

They were engaged in some sort of wildlife demonstration. All I can remember of the guy doing it was that he gave off an indigenous vibe. The only animal he had was some giant dinosaur kind of animal which apparently was brought from Japan. It was a huge saurapod kind of beast, at least twice the size of a lion, with dinosaur scales and a head shape reminiscent of that of an axlotl, slightly salamenderish, and its behaviour was reminiscent of that of a dog. Even though he had claimed to have tamed it, to me it still seemed very dangerous and scary, and if it wanted to it could easy turn on any of us and fatally harm us with just one pounce with its muscular body and a bite of its very large reptilian mouth. I sat down next to a group of friends. I got very anxious whenever the beast moved closer to us. The demonstrator stressed that its tameness relied a lot on our interactions and reactions to it.

At one point he made everyone there sit around in a rough circle and the beast went around putting its huge head in front of each person, demanding that its head be stroked gently by each and every person. This made me very nervous because the though of putting my hand and self near its huge head meant that I was in the most vulnerable position where it could bite me if it wanted to. Whilst doing this it seemed to be in a very gentle and friendly disposition, more so with each subsequent stroking from each person. In my attempts to avoid it, I strategically positioned myself at the end of the broken circle of people so that I would be the last one who’s turn it was to interact with it. When it was finally my turn I was too scared and I refused to extend my arm and stroke its head. At my rejection the beast’s disposition rapidly turned more aggressive, and it snarled its teeth at me, suddenly looking more like it was about to bite me. The demonstrator urged me again, and I flinched and could not do it again, and the beast snarled its teeth at me again – it could sense my fear and was readjusting its disposition exactly to propagate this. I got increasingly worried that the beast’s anger would increase to the point where it would attack me, and the demonstrator urged me more urgently that I must stroke the beasts head or else it might decide to attack me (the demonstrator didn’t have absolute power over the beast, but rather he relied on trusting its generally tame nature). I finally had the courage to hesitantly put my hand on its scaly head and began stroking it, like one would with a cat or a dog, and it immediately returned to a more gentle disposition, enlargening it’s eyes once more, hiding its teeth and bowing its head – the demonstrator encouraged me then to extend my stroking to the horn-like formations it had at the back of its head, which the beast enjoyed in a cat-like fashion. I was immensely relieved at having done my obligation to it and I was now free to leave it, which I did so with haste. I woke up shortly after this feeling very relieved and unusually refreshed, and completely forgetful about where I was until I eventually opened my eyes.

Had a dream that I was in a mental asylum in a padded cell (though strangely the room also had several windows). At first I had a metal fork in my hand and kept trying to find un-padded bits of the cell where I could violently stab it into, trying to bend the fork out of shape. Soon after, my brother kept appearing and plaguing me with painful psychedelic hallucinations of black and grey line patterns, but I wasn’t certain whether he was actually appearing or I was imagining him. Eventually my mum appeared and sorted it out somehow after I pleaded with her to bring him to justice after convincing her of the existence of his cruelties. I’m also not sure if this was also meant to be a real or imagined event.

In an especially horrible dream, I was living with with my Dad in the mountains. He had a newly born baby with him, who at one pivotal point fell over when it was left by itself on the steps outside my grandmother's house, and hit its head quite seriously on the hard surfaces, effectively killing it, but it wasn’t discovered for some days, allowing for some decomposition. When we discovered the baby’s corpse it had transformed into a magical object that allowed us to fully control time and space, however sometimes it would also transform into a small sharp-toothed dog and chase us around.