Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm with my mom, and she asks if I want to go to New York City. I think about this for a while, weighing out my options. I don't think I would like New York City. I explain how I had the option to go last summer but didn't go because I thought the buildings would be too big, and instead settled for Ithaca. There was some fancy hotel room we had reservations at, and I finally agreed to go.

As soon as I agreed to go, I find myself soaring over the city and landing on the ground. The buildings were huge, and I didn't really think much of the fact that I had just been flying.

I am in a huge elevator that seems to be skyrocketing to the 500th floor of a sort of neon-purple-glowing-mauve-blood red-creepy building. Skyscraper, if you will.

There were all of these odd chain linked fence bridges connected to each other that were some strange metallic substance I've never seen before. They were electronic and I didn't trust them. I lost my mom somewhere, and ended up going to the roof of one of these buildings. I was standing there looking over the city when the fear hit me. Utter panic, really. I didn't want to be on this building, I didn't want to be in this city. I turned around and instead of being so high up in the clouds, I was a little bit closer to the ground. There was a lake beneath the building, the sky was blue, there were people in sail boats, and across the lake was a meadow with sparsely put trees dotted next to patches of flowers. I turned around again and saw the vast expanse of a desolate city. The thought occurred to me that it should be on fire, but it never did catch....

I descended down the building and onto the street. There was no sign of the lake. Instead, my grandmother was there and asked if I wanted to see a cave. I said I wasn't sure, but looking up I felt as if I was being suffocated by the sheer volume of the buildings that surrounded me. I felt as if they could come crashing down on me any moment.

In a car, no wheels - more of a hover craft, if you will. The cave was non-existent. We instead were faced with a place in the woods that a bunch of crips had seemed to enjoy partying at. Budweiser everywhere. I made a mental note that crips enjoy Budweiser. I'm by myself now.

I am driving the hovercraft, but not really paying attention to where I'm going. Before I know it I'm back in the city and back at the huge skyscraper that had haunted me for the entire duration of the dream.

I'm on the roof again. I'm facing the city.

A moment of lucidity hits me and I assess the situation. In real life I am, to say the least, terrified of cliff edges, or being at the edge of a roof. This was by far the highest I'd ever been, it was monstrous.

In my moment of lucidity, I decided to face my fear. I spread my arms out and let myself fall off the top of the building. I could feel the wind hitting my face and propelled myself into a soar over the city.

As I flew, I made the buildings disappear. As I flew over them, they ceased to be buildings, but instead sank into the ground and were covered in streams, rivers, forests, grass and flowers. Mostly sunflowers.