Again, lots of people. It was a pagan/medieval gathering. We are all somewhere in the mountains/caves. I'm sitting in the grass, examining people's clothes. Everything is very detailed but I'm not lucid. I still remember closely examining a leather sleeve and thinking "this is so real!". A shy young man with longer dark hair is explaining something. Soft cloth, tiny fragile teacups everywhere, also - paper stairs. I walk around and find an abandoned main station. It's beautiful inside, but it's falling apart. There's a shop with a sign that says "URBAN GRAPHIC" .... It has hundreds of graphic novels, but everything is arranged on the floor in the dust. The shop is also falling apart. Bricks, dust, old wooden planks.... I find a book - a graphic novel - and it looks amazing and mysterious. There's a meditating man on the cover and some large face behind him, I think. It has an absolutely awesome title which I can't remember anymore. Them I wake up. Zero lucidity
I was in a market in the Middle Ages of some kind where you couldn't buy anything but had to trade for it instead. I had many things to trade but most people either didn't want them or would try to scam me out of my items by giving me things in return that were not of the same value of the items I had. The person who ended up with the rarest and most valuable items would win. The King of our small Midieval like village would come and present the winner with gold coins and erect a plaque with their name on it in the town square were everyone could see it. Like many other people I desperately wanted to win and be publicly recognized but by the end of the day most of my good items had been cheated away from me and I was left with undesirable things or complete garbage. At the end of the dream I am lieterally outside of the crowd who are pushing to see the presentation in the village square and I cannot push my way past anyone because I am smaller and weaker than everyone else. I drop what items I have left in a barrel and walk away down a narrow alleyway feeling dejected.
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