The Labrynth of the Mind

4/19/25

Fragment 1: Falling


My Aunt getting out of a car and falling. (I’m not going to claim this one for the competition, because my aunt is suffering from dementia and I don’t want to capitalize on that for points).

Dream 1:

There is a place that I’m supposed to go to. It’s up a hill some ways. I go up this hill, and come across a patch of mud. Apparently, this is where Mark Twain, or maybe Tom Sawyer, used to play in the mud. There is a statue nearby, I think. I keep on going, and start looking for an apartment. On the way I pass a bank. In this reality, people have jobs where they go to an office and watch banks through these special viewers that look like periscopes. I wonder what it would be like to have to sit there all day looking into the viewer thing, and not really being able to appreciate your surroundings.
I reach the apartment. Here, I’m supposed to pick up mail, or something.

Later, it seems that I’m shopping for a gift for someone. Maybe my grandmother. I go to a shop where they have those gift sets of various foods – the sort of thing that you could probably buy the individual things a lot cheaper and put them in a basket yourself. There is also cheese here, and my dream focuses more on the cheese. They have it cut in sections and sitting out, kind of looking like the are offering free samples. I’m not exactly sure if that’s what they are doing, but I take a couple of pieces anyway and start munching on them.

Outside in the street, there are a couple of people around that seem a little sketchy…

…I get involved with some kind of plot. I’m supposed to wear an entirely black set of clothes – everything including the underwear is black, I think. There is a nice banquet, and a suave man sort of like David Niven. This might be my boss in the plot. It’s quite spy-like, but more sinister I think. I’m supposed to change into the black clothes to do whatever it is I’m supposed to do. I go into a sort of closet-like antechamber that leads into my own room. The door is shut and it’s pitch black. But I think maybe I shouldn’t change into the clothes. I enter into my room instead, while the man stands outside wondering if I’m changed yet. Then he starts to come in. I look around for the clothes, but they have disappeared. It seems that they weren’t meant for me.


4/20/25


Fragment 1:

In an apartment or a room in a house. This might be a place where I will be staying. There are two doors in the room. We know where one of them leads, but we aren’t sure where the other one leads. Opening it, we see that it leads to the roof.


Fragment 2:

Taking a shower. There is some whitish stuff, like shaving cream or whipped cream, that gets on me while showering. By the end, I’m in my clothes, which are dry, except for some of the white stuff.

Fragment 3:

My pot of Mugwort has a couple of stalks growing in it.

Fragment 4:

At UA, in the Shrank stairwell.

Fragment 5:

Shopping in a store. There is a TV show with some sports thing on it. My mother is sitting at a table off to my right. I go browsing down the aisles, until I come to a section selling women’s underwear. Then I turn around, trying to listen to the TV as I go along.