Thread: Classifiying A Dream

I had a dream a while ago. It went something like this:


I was walking down the street, and I spotted a grey building with no windows. I walked over and went inside the building. A short man (who looked an awful lot like Professor Flitwick) was wearing a white lab coat and had a white beard. He said that he knew me, and welcomed me back to the simulator (which I had never been to before). He did not mention his name, and would not tell me when I asked.

To use the simulator, I had to enter the password. I thought for a while, and words entered me head. "Dragonfire". So i spoke them, and the computer beeped, "Access granted. Please relax". So I relaxed, and I began to spin.

I was in New York (I realised this yesterday). The buildings were red, and it was either sunrise or sunset, I do not know which. I was a dragon, and I was flying. I knew that I was in a simulator, and could do what I wished (mostly). I was flying in the sky, doing flips, when something whizzed past my eye. A boy with black hair was trying to hit me with a sythe! (Like the grim reaper) I dodged, and as he was about to hit me, i began to spin again!

The simulator had stopped, and the little man walked up to me. "Sorry about that, the boy will be executed tomorrow morning!"

So I go back into the simulator, and I am in an empty room. The walls were a lavender. I could not do anything, there were now windows, no doors. No exit. I began to weep, and I awoke. But this time a man in a black suit walked up to me. "You caused emotional pain to the simulator operator. You will be executed tomorrow." "You cannot execute me!" I cried. "I did not do anything!"

The man frowned. "Very well, but we will ban you fromt he simulator forever, never to return" And then I woke up.



What could you call this dream?