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Movement at the Movies
I'm in a large movie theater with my brother and my coworker B. The layout is something like below, and took inspiration from the presentation room from work:



The layout was very strange and not all that conducive to viewing a movie, but it doesn't bother anyone.
Sections C and D were higher elevation, and Sections A and B were recessed down into the floor.
Originally, the party was sitting at 'X', directly in front of a family seated in the section between Sections A and B.
We were turned around and facing the family directly, not watching the movie. It was awkward.
During an intermission, our group got up and found some open seats near 'Y' at Section C. We then realized that people would be returning after the break...but took the seats anyway.
Some time later, a man seated in Section A stood up to address the crowd. He was announcing the death of a friend of his. I thought I might know the person, B, from college who was into bugs.
My coworker, B, then decides to get up and leave from Section C, down the walkway and out. He is holding a large dagger, and transforms into Piccolo from the Dragonball series as he walks.

Boomer Time
My dad is at his new job. The office is on a higher floor, and he is standing in a hallway outside an office with a window to the back.
Dad is talking to a group of higher-ups. They seem to be his new managers. The managers are stereotypically old boomer white guys.
He's talking about his sex life with his girlfriend. He gets kind of graphic but I won't reproduce that here. The bosses, however, love it.
I have a thought about boomer culture and the "good old boys club" and wonder whether this was standard behavior in the 80's or something.

The dream started out almost like The Walking Dead. There was an apocalypse of some sort and part of the group I was with was at least one co-worker. He was telling me that because the grid was down, nothing was pumping water when your turned the tap on, so no more water. Someone would have to venture out and find some. I said I'd do it. no problem. It was dangerous to go out, though I don't remember why. I think there were zombies.

The dreams changed. I was in a very fancy theater to watch a movie. I don't remember the movie but the theater was multi-level, with stairs and nice railings that reminded me of an elite club more than a theater. I remember seeing a random pack of instant ramen someone had left on the floor, a net of stuffed animals in one corner, and I remembered a particular staircase. I had brought a new teddy bear that resembled one I actually own. And then I lost it. I think I'd left it in the theater. In the parking lot upon realizing the bear was gone, I told the person I was with to wait a couple minutes while I went back inside for the bear.

I told a man inside that I'd just be going back in to look for a bear I left, not to watch a movie. He said it'd be $150 to just wander the theater given that I could potentially watch all the movies I wanted once back there. I was angry at him and almost said for him to call someone to walk with me and keep an eye on me to be sure, but I decided against that for some reason. He said he'd give me some of the $150 back upon my return if I found the bear. I slammed my debit card down on a counter and told him I'd be back and he could set his price, and stormed off.

I retraced my steps rather well. Found the ramen on the floor, found the stuffed animals and sorted through them - not there. Found the staircase and climbed it. No bear. Some little kid had found I and kept it, I decided sadly. I was kind of attached to the little bear even though I hadn't had it for very long. It had been with me through a lot given that I still recalled we were somehow in an apocalypse. Water was an issue still, but someone improved. I remembered bringing the bear with me to "look at/for the transformers", whatever that meant. I knew it meant electrical transformers. My last memory before my alarm went off was leaning on a gilded railing in the theater and thinking on the irony of calling at an apocalypse when the zombies, turns out, were as sane as anyone and hadn't hurt anybody.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

In the future, there are city areas we cannot walk into, because drones attack immediately and also bombs are dropped regularly. But I need to meet someone who hides there, so I take a chance. I arrive there just before the daily bombing and the locals help me find shelter.
I bring this person with me. We need to enter a museum for some reason but it is not open to the public. We try going in and they reject us. Then it starts raining but it's acid rain, to the point it burns the skin. People run for cover. We hide under a sculpture on a square. Then we see a monster they sent to track us down and we have to run from it.

Going to a grocery store with Riverstone and we spot an alien monster hiding in the store. The owner is totally unaware and every time we spot the alien moving he doesn't see it. We keep trying to prove him it's real but he morphs and shapeshifts. Then it also behaves as a ghost and possesses the store objects. There are children size dolls which start moving and Riverstone freaks out (one of his biggest fears) and says he is leaving.

Attending some kind of seminar. There is a lot of people and the rooms are small so they put a camera on the presentation room and are projecting it on screens in other rooms. I stay in the room where the speaker is.
At the end there's is a play about an Indian guy who wants to marry some rich girl but has little chances. After a lot of rejection her father allows them to meet and even go on a trip together but then it's clear the girl doesn't love him and all of it was a waste of time. But on exiting the theater, the actor who played the rejected guy attracts a lot of girls, who go after him.

The scene was generally taking place at jmu or atlee, there was a theater play about to go on in the near future. My vision was flying through the jungle looking at a hill. It shifted and I was now walking inside the building, a guy from my high school was talking to another girl, there was a parade of 1 by 1 people from the theater walking around the building and an audience on the sides. I kept thinking liz would be a major part in the play and would be in the parade, I was expecting her. At some point she was there but I was acting like I was paying attention to something else.

The dream was also generally at jmu, going to food locations, going to class, going back to the complex or cramped dorm system.

I'm in a theater, there's a man DC sitting to my right. I see a lot of empty seats and I'm hearing some chattering behind, in one corner of the room. (I seemed to be distracted and don't remember seing anything on the screen, or if there was any screen at all. I need to be more aware of my surroundings!).
Then the chatering gets louder and louder, I started thinking was a group of people that I know.
My view changes to the entrance of the room, there's a robust lady, light skin and with some make up on..( I could see in the dark?! ). The laddy is waiting for a signal to turn the lights on. I look in the corner again and see a dad watching his kid jumping and making noises, seems to be autistic. I switch back to the lady and lights go on, not quite bright enough to brighten the whole room. Now I see the DC, next to me, wearigh a bright white shirt, stands up and looks at me, I say: have a good one..He turns around and walks towards the exit.
Now I see a kid carring, or better hugging a cardboard box that's almost braking apart, he's strugling to carry it, as he gets closer and closer I see some leafy, colorful begetables. I want to help him but he doesent let go much. I'm barely holding it in one corner..I think: "probably he need some excersise carring stuff. We exit the room together, and now we're in a big bright hallway. As we put the box down I see he has lost a big amount of weight!, hes abdome is looking a lot slimer. (He looks like one of my special ed. students) I look at the box again, now opened, I see some carrots, a cabage, and other leafy greens.

Notes:
I have decided to wear the REM- dreamer again, every other day. I was able to wear the a REM mask almost all night!, usually I would take it off while sleeping; of course as I analize and highlited on red, anything could be a real disguise. From vegetables to the make up on a person.
Blinking signals of the mask could also disguise as the kid jumping up and down; (not so much the noise since the sound mode was off)... And so on, it's a great tool but still requieres lots of practice and not recomended for people with seisures!

The dream is about the new IT part 2 movie. The first part is some sort of trailer for IT in this dark room where pennywise is morphing into different forms, one of which is this machine gun shooting bullets around the room, I remember thinking this was so exciting and weird for the movie that was going to come out. It seemed more abstract for the mainstream thing we'll be getting soon.

The dream eventually opens up into this downward slope that was originally a movie theater and is now this open field going down. There's some people there with me including the kids from the movie and we're sort of battling IT but at some point Pennywise is this giant version of himself and he looks directly at me. He goes right towards me grabbing me. I'm not sure if this'll make sense but sometimes in nightmares there's this thing that is the "bad guy" and it has this enormous presence in the dream. But anyways it turns its attention towards me and I'm immediately really scared, he sort of calls me out among everyone else saying something like "YOU!" and lunges forward, grabbing me. He throws me down the slope, at the end is this theater stage but there's this gap under the stage with machinery and fire. He throws me in this particular gap that happens to miss the epicenter of the danger. When he throws me he lunges after me but instead of me hitting the dangerous epicenter of the machinery and fire he hits it and the dream ends.


There's another dream from a few weeks ago that really shook me too that involves pennywise. The dream scene is sort of at my old elementary school area but instead of the school is this old abandoned house. I remember I'm staying there but I'm trying to leave and my friend Moo is there as well. I'm trying to get him to leave with me but I know pennywise is there, but he's not really a solid clown he's more of just this tricky presence that keeps tricking us into staying there with him. At one point I'm trying to convince moo to leave but in the back of my head I know pennywise is there and he warps our minds, tricking us into not wanting to leave the place. In another room is this opening in the floor that leads down into a tunnel. There's this small creature, sort of like a platypus or a turtle maybe, but it's this important and ancient being part of this larger story and it seems on our side but at the same time giving off this creepy and evil vibe.

The dream also turns toward us being in this movie theater in the seats watching this movie. And the movie is really messed up, I was getting nightmare scares the entire time. I'm watching this movie that is mostly red and black, it's of this violent mansion where the stairs are like teeth that are chomping people up and they keep folding and biting in this endless pattern in front of me. I close my eyes in the dream but the theater is also this weird 4D situation like at amusement parks where the seats are moving, I can feel this immense energy while my eyes are closed of these violent scenes going on. I open my eyes and I see this room with bunk beds and the beds turn into these chomping teeth killing the people sleeping in the bunk beds. It reminded me of that creepy piano in Super Mario 64 that had teeth.

Also, a few weeks ago my sleep paralysis demon was being really aggressive. I was stuck in SP and it was waiting at my bathroom door. He just lunged at me and I could feel this massive force and the air from the lunge just shoving me into my bed and the spirit just stuck right in front of me.

I am in what I think is a Kohl’s (though I’m not sure it really looks like one). I’m with a familiar? guy and bringing some clothes to the fitting room to try on. They seem to all be on hangers. The fitting room is a stall set atop a little raised platform. The door is sized so that one can see the occupant’s feet as well as just above their head. For a moment, I am watching either myself or someone else; the clothes can clearly be seen hanging. I ponder the result of this on theft, thinking it probably lessens it. I don’t think I end up getting anything.




I am in what I think is a movie theater. It seems like it is a much older building, or like I am in the past. There are mostly middle aged hippies filling in and into the theater. I’m in a sort of hallway outside the theater; I pull back a curtain over an opening and get a glimpse of the theater. I then go find a seat. Looking around, I’m very surprised I don’t smell pot. It does look hazy though. This film that is being shown is very psychedelic, not in an overdone or hackneyed way, but in a very synesthetic way. The clips or scenes are disjointed and cause visceral sensations. It seems the film is being shown to elicit collective response that becomes the spectacle itself. The whole thing is very phantasmagorical

I am working at Sherwin Williams. I think I have come back for just today. I think I’m going to just work today and use all my old info to clock in, etc, as if that’ll actually work. I’m thinking that the people still working here will remember me and remember that I left. I am in a sort of goofy, detached mood that has to do with me being back in a place that I willingly left. This place definitely doesn’t look like SW, but more like a movie theater or something similar. Everyone is gathering in a dim room with a stage or some other platform and fairly steep, tiered, red seats. Melissa’s dad is giving a speech or talking to everyone. I am walking in with Nathaniel Fuller? (He appears to be as he was when I knew him). He is in the lead and takes an aisle seat in the front row. I’m not sure whether I’m sitting with him or not, so I survey the seating. There’s an empty row, but I’m not sure if it’d be weird if I sat alone or not. I end up taking the seat between him and another (familiar?) guy. The seat seems small and I feel squished between the two. Now, (or maybe it was earlier?) I am walking around here. There’s a long hallway area and different inlets. I enter one and am in a grocery store. I felt like I was going to get lost or end up somewhere and not really know how to get back, and now it has happened. I see a chubby guy with shaggy hair and scruff pushing a shopping cart. It is full of liters of light colored soda. I think I try to find my way back. I am with Melissa and Brooke now, outside and by some small, enclosed ticket taking booth inside which sits a middle aged woman. We have some receipt (from Sherwin Williams?) that we’re trying to use to go to the restaurant or food place that the tickets are for. We don’t have the actual ticket, but I’m thinking that this receipt will show that we have permission. I could see where the lady would think we’re being fraudulent, but we’re not. When she talks to us, Brooke’s replies are kind of snarky, even though this lady let us through. She’s actually been pretty nice, and probably doesn’t care if we do get to go.




I am in the living room at Dad’s. From my perspective, it looks like I could have just come in from the garage. I’ve walked into a scene of two police officers sitting on the floor and a large group of people standing around them. Dad may be here too, and I think the officers may be in plainclothes. They tell me they are here because of my social media rends/tendencies. I feel a pang of guilt in my stomach that is only amplified by the disappointed looks on every face. I am thinking that they’ve found me out and there’s nothing to do about it but accept it. I am slightly relieved when they tell me that they can’t do anything about it legally, But then I think that means the FBI has to get involved.

It is dark outside and I am downtown. I am entering one of the casinos along with some others coming off the street, with a sense of mild fervor. There is some type of show starting, and I think I’m meeting Mom (and possibly also Makayla) here, inside. Everyone is climbing stairs, dispersing at random intervals. I’m not entirely sure how high to go, so I keep going. I catch glimpse of the seating, auditorium-like, dim. The theater is much taller than it is wide or long, the seating seemingly defying logical proportions. The stage seems to be at least 50+ feet above the floor. I am now just above level with the stage and walk out into the seating. It is like a platform of what could be tan marble with raised (hexagonal?) sections that nicely dressed people are sitting on. I notice one couple in particular - darker skin that suggests an Asian ethnicity as well as darker hues - I’m pretty sure the girl is wearing a longer dress. It is sleek like her longer, dark hair. I continue out to the edge of this platform and take a seat at a corner edge so that my legs can dangle off the edge. Sitting here and looking down through the vast empty space below and around while some show is about to start gives me a sort of ethereal exuberant feeling.


I am outside, at a sport climbing granite wall that seems familiar. I’m with Dad and 1-2 other guys my age. I think they’ve been climbing, and now I’m going to go last. It seems that there are already too ropes set up here or something, and I comment on how you used to have to set up a top rope yourself if you wanted one. I start climbing, and I’ve been out of it for so long that this easier route becomes fatiguing for me. I do end up making it to the top though. I call down to take the slack and lower, which the belayer does right away. He then starts lowering me very quickly. I feel the sick jolt in my stomach and brace myself, but then relax and accept and enjoy the feeling. In a few moments I am back on the ground.

I'm walking back into the water park I was at previously. I want to go into a VIP pool area so I head that way. A lady checks my wristband first to make sure I have access and lets me though. Once inside, I see a girl and some other people that I know already in the pool talking to each other. I get a running start and flop into the pool right next to the girl. She's very irritated at me and holds me underwater until I can move away. Once I surface, she yells at me that she was having a serious conversation and that I ruined it. I feel like an outcast and simply say "okay" before walking off and away from the pool. I dry off quickly and put some fancy clothes on for whatever reason and head out to explore. I'm walking through a large room with tiered floors and rooms off to each side. I peek into one room and find that it's like a dorm room. I realize the whole place I'm walking through is just a strangely laid out dorm. I stop exploring further because I realize I'm wearing a green shirt with blue pants and it looks ridiculous. I have to go and change somewhere. Later, I'm walking into a huge theater room with people walking around and looking at me funny. The whole setup is supposed to be a trick on me for some reason, but I go with it anyway. The building really is enormous, and I'm staring at everything in awe. A girl sitting near where I'm walking comes up and takes my hand and leads me around the theater area. Behind the theater seats is a large shopping area and we walk up some stairs to get there. We pass a jewelry store before going back down some more stairs and arriving at a bar that overlooks the theater.

Dream 97: At The Arcade

Inside a Cinemark-type building; lots of dark red and black everywhere. I'm racing my brother around the hallways, sticking close to the walls to get around quicker (Thank you Gorman Race Track). On the third lap, I bolt it as fast as I can, narrowly avoiding being face-planted into the wall. Security starts catching on and warns us against running around the theater again.

My brother and I head for the arcade portion of the building. There's your cookie-cutter Pac-Man machines and lame cabinets--nothing special. Until I come across this one machine at least...

Well, two of them. My mom tagged along and she used the cabinet behind me.

The controllers were the weirdest things I've seen. They were wooden cylinders with red buttons on randomly placed sections of the controllers. There were also two of them per person, one for each hand. Both of the cabinets were classic Castlevania clones.

I am in a small classroom in a university, but it’s not lecture I’m attending here: it’s a theatrical performance.

There are about a dozen of us in the audience, as well as three dogs, two of them large ones, which is almost enough to make the room crowded. Both the main actors are here already too, in the front of the room. It seems they’re performing “Faust”- or something Faust-ish, at any rate. Both the main characters are being played by women, the title role by Hélène Grimaud, although it’s not clear whether it’s actually the pianist or just a well-known actress who happens to have that name.

There’s also a woman in the back who seems to be involved in some official capacity. She’s the one responsible for checking tickets—at least theoretically. I’m hoping that remains theoretical since I don’t actually have a ticket. The prevailing system here seems to work like train tickets, where the ticket is good for a certain range of dates. While I do have one on hand, it’s good for three weeks in November, and it’s still October now.

She begins by giving a short speech, which she records using a small camera. Predictably, the smaller dog, which is hers, sticks its face directly in it at one point. Things come to a halt for a bit as the audience makes a fuss over all the dogs and encourages her to get them on film. But eventually, the performance itself gets underway.

For a while, it’s just the two leads talking, but very clever dialogue. At one point, the Mephistopheles(-ish) character begins asking for members of the audience to volunteer. And, as people begin to get more comfortable, they begin to participate more. Soon—what with the intimate space and the lack of separation between us and the performers— it’s as if we’re a part of the performance rather than just observing it.

I look out the (partially frosted glass?) wall at a man walking by—he probably thinks this is a rather odd lesson, given that it’s probably not obvious at first glance that it’s a performance. But actually, he seems to be part of the performance as well. He enters the room, placing some notes and a glass with some white wine in it on a lectern, and beings to talk about philosophy.

One of the audience members comments on the wineglass. The newcomer enters into a hilarious dialogue with them, still in a philosophical vein, all in a complete deadpan. I recall him claiming that he wasn’t the same person he was a couple of drinks ago. Another half-dozen people seem to have joined the audience at some point, which is more than enough to make the room crowded. At some point, I wake up.

After writing everything down, I fall asleep again and find myself in a continuation of the dream. I seem to have watched the rest of the performance, as well as the lecture taking place in the room afterwards—apparently a Marxist interpretation of diabetes, which I’ve stayed to listen to out of a combination of morbid curiosity and a lack of anywhere better to be. But I have a class I need to get to soon, and I want to get some coffee first, so I gather my stuff together and cut out early.

Once outside, it occurs to me that I don’t actually know where this class is going to be held. I find my notebook in my messenger bag and look through it, but it only looks like I’ve got last semester’s schedule written here—not this one’s. But I do recall receiving an email from somebody mentioning the class’s location, so I can check on that—but it will have to be on my laptop, since I can’t access that particular account on my phone.

My room isn’t far from here—it’s in a large building just down the street. I enter and make my way up to my room. It’s a tiny room, and unlike anywhere I’ve actually lived, but it all seems familiar and somehow pleasant. I put what seems to be my cast-iron shrine teapot on a hotplate on the top of a small, precarious-looking shelf to one side of my desk to boil water for coffee and sit down to find the email.

According to the email, the class is taking place at St. John’s Observatory—so not on campus, then, since I would have seen it if it were. I pull up a map website to find out where it is. To my own amusement, I initially mistype "Kassel"—the place I have apparently decided I am—as "Kessel" (kettle, that is).

Based on the pictures my search has turned up, the place I’m going to is a greenhouse as well as an observatory: it’s a small building with mostly glass walls, through which greenery can be seen. I’m not sure where it is relative to me just yet, though, and it’s now 17:00, when the class was supposed to begin. Maybe that won’t matter so much on the first day? But then it occurs to me: I’m in Germany. Akademisches Viertel. That means I still have time to get there.

The dream scene was this concert I was going to. The idea was I was going to roll here but I had a huge test the next day. So I was telling my classmates I was going to roll and then study later. I get to the concert and it's at this stage with tables around it in the crowd. I'm at one and Judy walks up and starts talking to my parents which apparently are there. She was acting a bit crazy and I was concerned. At some point it was like a sleep over and we were playing mario kart but my own dream version, this has happened several times and I can sort of remember this version.

I go up to the center of the stage and then to the side. Zoe is there and the dream starts to focus on her. The dream was on a slant towards the stage and it was an open field to the stage. She comes into focus and floats up, something happens and it's the entire dream's focus.

I try to go get food in the dream. It turns into my neighborhood. I'm trying to get pho in castle wood. The house is this small white structure that has a cute little family there.

I'm in this very close town. It's a town that has bars close to each other. I'm there getting a drink maybe. My friend Mason's gf Dani is there. I say hello to her thinking her classes just ended and we go to the same university. We're in this little bar.

I'm in a movie theater. The theme is this dance competition my fraternity does. The theater is like the one from that halloween movie where the people have spider webs on them from being cursed there. I'm roped into being in the dance. I start to mimic dance moves from the people to the right and left of me. There's a crowd watching us. We start to do this made up dance, I'm following along by watching the people next to me. There's people sledding and doing tricks from the top of the theater across. I had this feeling that people from a lot of organizations were watching us. There was a lot of back and forth banter between us and the other guys there. The theater was icy.

Once again, my memory only picks up partway through what seems to be a large, complex plot mostly full of unfamiliar people and settings. This setting, from what I recall, visually resembled an exaggerated version of the American Southwest—think mesas and sunsets, but more so— although the action and characters didn’t seem to match up with it in any discernible way.

My friend Ona and I are swimming in an indoor pool when two men we’re acquainted with who are cousins arrive and say that they’ve reserved it for a period of time, starting now. I can see from a chart with colored boxes on a grid that they have, so Ona and I get out and sit at a table in a sort of an adjoining area overlooking the pool. There’s a hint of past antagonism or rivalry with these men, one of them in particular, having to do with things from the earlier part of the dream I forgot.

After a little while, the other man comes over to the table. He has something for us: some ara and a loaf of fresh bread, which we accept. He doesn’t say it, but this seems to be a sort of apology for us having to leave the pool.

Somewhere along the course of us sitting there, the area transforms into an ornate theater, where people are starting to come in. As before, we’re in a sort of raised area, this time above where the stage and the lower seats are, but there are other seating areas wrapping around it in a semicircle. Many of the people seem to disapprove of us drinking alcohol, which doesn’t really bother us, and, in any case, has happened plenty of times before. But we aren’t bothering anybody, and if they don't like it, that’s their problem. But still—even though I want to like the guy who gave us this and believe that it was a sincerely meant gift, there's also the possibility that his beastly cousin put him up to it because he knew we’d get flak for it. I examine the glass: it’s quite pretty, with some transparent colored parts in an art nouveau-like abstract pattern—and above that, a silhouette of the Prague skyline. The golden city and one of its golden ages. I briefly wonder if he has a whole stockpile of these just for giving away to people.

The next part of the dream involves the production itself, which doesn’t seem to be taking place on a stage, but rather along a street—a straight, flat dirt road with low buildings on either side, again, with a Southwestern vibe. The audience and actors alike are here—or some of the actors, anyway. The protagonist, a woman in a green dress, will be passing along here and looking into some of the shops, having some improvised dialogue with the shopkeepers, but she isn’t here yet.

I know this actress personally and find her unpleasant—this also seems to go back to the earlier, forgotten parts of the dream—so I’m going to mess with her a little bit. I go to one of the shops, which is selling art, and rearrange it so that a collection of pictures titled “Halloween Bestiary” is on display on a small stand outside the door. I then flip the latch on the shop door, which is hanging open, so that the it will lock automatically the next time someone closes it. I then make sure I’m out of the way by the time the actress playing the shopkeeper arrives.

The woman soon notices the door and is alarmed. If she can’t take the woman in the green dress inside to look at things and is stuck with the Halloween Bestiary pieces outside, the script would require her to pretend to like them, which would irritate her to no end. She is relieved that it’s still open—but just then, my aunt steps out of the shop and closes the door behind her, oblivious to the trouble she’s just set in motion.

3.3.18

I had this dream a while ago. I was walking through a mall with some friends when I happened across what appeared to be an upscale dinner theatre. The theatre walls were a golden color and the carpet had a very festive pattern to it. The big screen was framed to look like a fancy stage theatre. Instead if seat rows there were round dinner tables with white tablecloths, obviously there were chairs, plates, and, of course, the standard cutlery. I remember seeing a sign at the entrance. The sign read, "Todays screening: The Thoughts That Our Smiles Have." I walked in and saw what was on screen. It was literally just a bunch of close up shots of people's smiles. There was an editing filter to make it look like a super 8 film. The truly strange thing was that everyone was standing. No one was actually watching the film, they were all standing by their seats and staring right at us with these really wide grins on their faces. They were all dressed in formal attire, they didn't blink...their faces were perfectly static. It was so unsettling.

We carefully made our way through the theatre. I remember that we were trying to move through it and get to the exit door on the other side. We stopped halfway and kept our backs against the wall. The lights got dimmer. Everyone was still staring at us with those wide grins. I remember the soundtrack that was playing during the screening. I heard it the moment I walked in. The lyrics made me very uneasy.

"Smiling is fun. Smiling is fun. Not to smile is illegal. Smiling is fun."

The singer was female and she had an alto pitch. That last line, "not to smile is illegal" is what got us. These people may have had smiles on their faces but we just knew that they were hostile. They were scrutinizing us...looking for a reason to take us down. I just knew they were. It is here that I became lucid. There was a tall white man standing next to me. Like all the other men, he was in a tux. His hair was brunette and his smile creeped me out the most (probably because he was closer to me than the others). In compliance with the song, we put on our biggest grins. I had a feeling that that's what these people wanted from us. They wanted us to smile like them. But we knew that it wasn't enough. They didn't just want us to look insanely happy, they wanted us to be insanely happy. I looked at the man next to me and showed him my smile, in the hopes that I could fool him into believing that I was like him. In spite of his rigid grin, I could tell that he wasn't fooled. I don't know how I could tell but I could. His grin was unwavering, while mine was painful and twitchy I think he could see that...they all could.

We knew we had to get out of there fast! While doing our best to maintain our unnatural grins, we made our way to the exit on the other side of the theatre. I turned towards the screen and that's when I saw the most unsettling figure yet. He was the only one sitting. It was a big light orange monster with incredibly long and sharp teeth. He had jet black eyes and was looking right at us just like everyone else. He too was smiling. As we moved through the theatre I noticed that everyone was slowly walking towards is. They had us all but surrounded, still wearing those creepy-ass grins. This was it, we had been found out. "Fuck this," I thought, "I'm out."

I woke up and was glad to be awake.

I composed the song I heard in this dream. I didn't record the lyrics but I got the melody down. I think I'll create a playlist of all the songs I've heard in my dreams. https://soundcloud.com/ghostchild191/rictus