Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Tuesday 10 May 2016

My recall's been not so good in the past week or so. Seems I might be recovering from that slump, I hope. I mostly recalled one complete dream today, though not in its entirety. There were two others, but I don't remember anything of the first one, and only scraps for the latter one. Given a DIELD attempt, said fragment was somehow connected to the more detailed dream.

Scrap Group 1
I was wandering in a cavern or dungeon, either retrieving an artifact, or escaping some danger. Something iridescent inside. Then, a scene in or near a hotel. Afterwards, I was at outside my home during twilight, doing yard chores or something. This somehow eventually leads to the dream below.

Dream 1 - Shrink and Swim

Scene 1 - Ancient Temple Mansion
The visuals were dim. I was walking down a sidewalk by a vast, poorly lit structure, all obscured by a night sky. Many other fancily dressed people were heading the same direction. Furthermore, I was accompanied by my brother, Dwayne.

Cut to the front steps, these being three sets of very long stairs, the central one made of cement and quite wide, and the two beside it some dangerously narrow cast-iron spiral staircases. I "remembered" the place was a vast mansion owned by a celebrity family. They were holding an open house party, which, as I "knew", was a flagrant publicity stunt to blow over some big scandal of theirs. Something about the daughter having offensive tattoos. Given the other guests' jovial moods, this sham seemed to be doing its job.

Then, I notice two of the hosts peering out from a balcony way up high. The daughter and the father, respectively, the former being a blonde and generic Hollywood doll, while the latter was a grey haired, clean shaven man, a purple emblem or etching sewed on his tux jacket. A crowd cheered at the sight of them, both celebrities smiling and waving, their bright faces clearly hiding shame and uncertainty. The dad starts making announcements, thanking the guests and giving other general formalities. He quickly moves on to the tattoos, where he proclaims that they were no more, much to the roaring, impressionable crowd's delight. Oddly enough, the dad then asks for suggestions on new tattoos. Several individuals chime up some ideas or another.

My vision gets distorted, the world spinning rapidly around me, things appearing sideways and upside down and in all manners of crazy angles. I attribute this to "temporary vertigo", of all things, due to being so high up. Thus, I hurry on inside.

My brother and I wander through a wide hallway, the interior mostly of dark wood, and a fancy red carpet rolled throughout most of the floor. Cut to us entering a huge room constructed of dark brown earth, innumerable ionic columns staggered throughout the place, a very ancient Greek presentation. Unusually, two floors were crammed into the space, both having very low ceilings. This goes double for the top floor, it being too cramped to move through except by crawling, and readily accessible from random gaps in the floor. I'm sure I either heard, or sounded, some music that fit the scene, a song I think was from Tales of Destiny 2. Whatever the case, there weren't many other people around, if any.

So, we creep through the lower floor, getting somewhat lost in the column maze. Got into an argument on if, and who, should crawl to the top level to get a better vantage point. That's when I noticed an endless array of large clay pots up there. Dwayne peeked up at them, and revealed these all held a mysterious liquid. One conversation on this curiosity later, and I take a sip of the stuff without hesitation. On a glance, it appeared dense, yet was highly vaporous, and glowed a fluorescent white.

Immediately, I reel back, and the world spins around me. When I come to, I'm shocked to see that everything around me is much, much bigger. Dwayne, even more surprised than I was, notes that I was but two centimeters tall. Surely, this place was filled with magical traps! My brother lamented I might stay like this forever. I, on the other hand, relished such an exciting opportunity, thinking this more a blessing than a curse, and informed him of as much. I found it curious how he was able to hear me, but shrugged that off. Anyway, I took a ride on his shoulder, and we got the heck outta there.

My vision gets jumbled again, discorporating and realigning at random intervals. From what I could tell, I was more a mobile, sentient white gemstone than a person. Likewise, I just realized Dwayne was dressed in a tux.

So, we move on to a more lively part of the mansion. A dance club area, complete with flashing lights, booming music, and an energetic crowd. Dwayne bade we hurry through. I, however, thought to have fun in this new form. And so, I jump on the shoulders of the first random woman in sight, a woman in her mid thirties with light skin and light brown hair. I tapped, or rather, jabbed her neck to get her attention. In response, she literally brushed me off without notice, my fall slowed by a bounce on her leg. I woulda stay for more silliness, but Dwayne was striding away, and so I hurried back to him.

Then, I saw my sister, Floretta, was also following him, her hair not quite brushed well enough for the occasion. She inquired on where I was. The perfect opportunity to spook her! I hopped on her shoulder, and yelled for her attention. However, the music drowned out my voice. I tried calling to Dwayne, but no luck, either.

I'm soon warped to a different scene.

Scene 2 - Long Distance Swimming
The visuals were a bit dim. I was going up a flight of mesh stairs, surfacing from an unknown underground area. Following me was a supposed acquaintance, an unknown dark skinned guy.

We start with a conversation on swimming. Then, two others showed up from behind, one dark skinned and the other light skinned, and both having trimmed hair and black suits. These guys seemed very suspicious. They chimed in on the conversation, and made a pitch on giving swimming lessons for a "reasonable" fee. My brother, Christian, then suddenly appeared from the top level, seeming younger than he is currently, given the lack of his dreads and beard. He spoke of some variations on techniques that he knew of. Such an interruption annoyed those sleazy guys, but they tried rolling with it.

On climbing up, I arrive at a dock, a turbulent sea below a somewhat cloudy twilight. For some reason, I jump into to tides, heading out into the middle of nowhere, ditching everyone. Cut to a point where I could see a small island in the distance, the land occupied almost entirely by a squared structure. A resort, presumably, or a "mall-hotel", as I worded it at the time. Many kinds of boats and ships were docked about half a mile away. Or rather, "parked", seeing as they floated around in a file but were otherwise unattached to anything solid.

So, I headed to land, until I noticed a neon lit trolley boat heading my way. Had to dash to the "parking area" to avoid it. I rested a while, hanging on to a green jet-ski that seemed more a floating motorcycle than anything else. Eventually, landed by a busy, glassed door main entrance.

The dream slipped and vanished soon afterwards.