Brooooook

This dream was actually pretty vivid at some parts. I was standing on the western "coast" of Michigan. There was a fortress, somewhat like an old Greek structure with the white pillars and such. We were standing on the cement, looking out over the churning waves while we waited for someone. After a few moments, a large group of people arrived, and joined myself and the large crowd around me. When I turned around, I saw a person whose features I can't really remember, but I got the vibe from them that they were the pastor of the church in this dream, and everyone around me was from my church and other churches in the area or across the lake.

There were a large group of old Viking-type ships tied to the edge of the platform, in which people had arrived. They were from the people who had crossed the lake to get to the ceremony which we were going to perform. The wind was harsh, and whipped against our faces. It wasn't uncomfortably cold but it wasn't warm either. It was like autumn weather. I can't remember what sort of clothes I was wearing, though. A group of people who I knew showed up. They were the people who I met on a mission trip over the summer, and they're from Minnesota. I was smiling and so glad that they were there.

--- Scenery Change ---

This dream was linked to the last dream, but not until the very end. It began that I was running down a street, in a vacant city. There was nobody visible. The street was made of cobblestone. Heaps of snow were lumped on the edges of the road, and I had a frantic feeling, as if I were searching for something, desperately. The edge of competition was sharp in the back of my mind as I raced down the somewhat narrow road. Solid buildings towered on each side of me, like I was in an alley that was significantly wider than usual. I reached the end of the street, and turned onto a much wider road, perpendicular to the street I was on. It opened out to the "ocean," full of dark, crashing waves.

Lying in the snow was a huge diamond - made of ice. It must've been three inches in diameter. I lunged forward, feeling as if I had finally found what I was looking for. It was the answer to the puzzle I was trying to solve. Just then, someone else appeared from what seemed like nowhere - maybe from around the corner, too. She was wearing tennis shoes, but that's all I can remember. The sound of her shoes against the ground was the crunch of ice and snow buckling under her weight. I was about five feet away when she reached the diamond and snatched it up.

I didn't stop; I kept running, trying to catch up with her so I could take it. I reached her, and started to hit her; she hit me back, and, being somewhat bigger than me, I decided it wasn't worth it and backed away. She ran, off to complete the contest. My thoughts were now even more panicked. What would I do? There were two hours left of the contest, and I had to find the biggest diamond, or I would lose. I can't recall what the stakes were, but they seemed huge and important. I turned around, looking for a diamond...

To my left, I saw a huge snowbank, full of crispy pieces of ice as it is in the very earliest stages of Spring when the snow begins to melt and then re-freezes. I bolted toward it and started to root around, shifting the blocks of ice when I suddenly spotted an even larger ice diamond than the other girl had found. It was about five inches in diameter. Instantly, my hands were on it. It was cold, and felt like glass. Its shape was perfect, not a flaw on it. Just moments later, I turned around, and my jaw dropped as I saw, and realized, something. There was a clock on the wall - and the glass over it was definitely made of the substance I was looking for. I realized that this would win the contest for me, hands down.

I picked up a rock, threw it at the clock. The sound of cracking glass splintered through the crisp winter air. I picked up another. Threw it again. The glass fell down to me, and I caught it in my hands unflinchingly. I turned, and I started to run as fast as I could. And the end of the wide road was a boat, like the Viking boats from the last dream. It was big, and someone was waiting for me in it - the man hosting the contest. He was young, in his early twenties, with short blond hair and striking blue eyes. He had a kind face, and was smiling slightly in encouragement as I raced in what seemed like slow motion towards the boat. I could hear the sound of my shoes gripping the pavement underneath me, the sound of small patches of ice crunching occasionally when I crossed them, and I reached the end of the road. I braced myself as I prepared to leap. I gripped the glass from the clock in one hand, and the free hand found the edge of the boat. I vaulted myself up and onto the boat, the waves crashing against its wooden sides, and the dream ended as my feet touched the deck with a hollow thump.