Scrawlings of a Mad Man

1) FA from a dream, and I am hugging my pillow. Roommate has a friend over, a massive white guy with samurai like clothes (tattoos, sumo wrestler may be a better description). As I “wake up”, I turn my right hand and clench my fist. It is difficult to move and tingles, like it is lagging or something… I stand up, RC with my hands and become LUCID. I leave the room, walk down a dark gray hallway to the elevators. (Not like dorm. Like a business style lobby)

When I arrive at the bottom of the elevator, I walk into a Rapture- like setting. Dark, strewn with rubble, and devoid of life. Walking around, I find a sealed door and a restaurant setting, booths with tables. People are sitting there, and they are dressed like the Joker. Each isn’t moving. I shine a light on one, see reddish-pink eyes, and it seems alive.

-Skip-

I am in a home, what I view as mine. Still LUCID. A mother (or guide) figure is there, and she is talking to me about dreams and the like. I had asked her how to improve dreaming or something of the sort.
“You should allow people to call you.”
“Wait, so has my severing of connections to other people hurt my ability to share dreams?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”

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“Write down your dreams. They have messages for you that you are missing.”