I am standing in a forest. Everything is really big, all the trees and plants - hell, even the grass is all-too-tall to believe. I'm hoisting myself up onto some sort of ancient-ish stone wall when I run into a group of my friends who are all standing around doing nothing, not even talking to each other.
"Hey guys," I say to them... They all return my greeting and I ask them if they want to go ride bicycles around.
"No," one of my friends says.
"Do you want to walk around?" I ask.
"Yeah, we could do that."
And so we venture forth, walking and walking around. We come to a little shop nestled between some sort of strange tree trunk... Er, yeah.
We entered the shop and it turned out to be a comic book/typewriter shop (I collect typewriters and fix them up so I was overjoyed with all the old typewriters). I ran around inspecting the typewriters and couldn't stop smiling. I looked down at my body, my hands were pulsing and I could see all the veins in them. I was covered in tattoo's, I mean different tattoo's than the ones I have. I was wearing a red, er, I'm not sure what it was. It was like a red bra thing made of chain male but I had everything I was wearing tattoo'd on my skin underneath it. It was really odd.
Something happened that was not good, something which I don't remember - I would say it was probably so terrible that I completely blocked it out. I don't know, I'm just rambling at this point. Well, I'm not really rambling - I'm rambling about my dream. ACK!
So anyway...
I'm outside, I see a huge wall up ahead. I run over to it and discover a gladiator stadium... It's not in use anymore, it's all overgrown and ancient. The last thing I remember about the dream is standing in the middle of this ancient gladiator stadium wondering why the hell it was there and being incredibly excited that I had found it.
.... there were so many dream signs in this one, I can't believe I missed it.
Originally Posted by Cacophony
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