chickenfhtagn

1/17/11
1/18/11

The sky was dark... pitch black.

A group of students and I were visiting a town at night. From a couple of yards away there was something that looked like a theatre; in reality a restaurant. The narrator of my dream told the class that it once belonged to a guy who invented a type of sport. We were transported by unknown means to another of his restaurants and this particular establishment had flyers (tabloids/pamphlet) of himself. A girl named M. commented how sad it was that they closed down his restaurant after he passed away, indicating that it should be some type of landmark. The flyers displayed an old man, ugly looking by western standards, having a long nose, and droopy face- he was Caucasian. The flyer also illustrated his various exploits in cinema and theatre, including a horror flick in which he wore a mask that was a carbon copy of his face only green.

Afterwards, I remember walking down a street not unlike my own real neighborhood. I was with my sister when she said something about a garden having candy. I looked towards my right and noticed a fence; behind it was the garden. She identified an object as candy, but I claimed it to be a mere cornstalk. Then I imagined myself holding Soul Edge, although it was never physically seen with my eyes. While holding the sword of heroes, I was levitating and flying while standing.