First, I am at a restaurant with my friend and her father, we will call my friend "M." M is trying to order alcohol although she is only 21 because her mother told her to get some to share with a nameless girl we are to hang out with later in a swamp. (Keep in mind that this is totally against her mom's beliefs, she frowns upon excessive drinking.) M's dad makes fun of others in the restaurant. The most peculiar thing is that there is a glass kennel with a puppy inside of it drinking a glass of red wine in the lobby of the restaurant. Later I am at work and there is a huge ice storm outside. I look out the front doors and the parking lot has turned into a ocean of ice. My friend (this time I am not sure who "my friend" is [no longer "M'"]) attempts to walk out on the ice. The ice breaks and my friend floats away on a piece of of ice, however, she floats back and then everything clears up back to normal.
Most of the beginning of the dream is a blur, but the parts that I do remember completely, we'll start at. this dream was set in kind of a camping area, but to the far north west end of it, was a huge castle that led to Disney world :S. anyways, I'm walking down a road in the far east side of the place, I turn my head and I can see the castle from where I'm at. I somehow got separated from the rest of my family, and 'm trying to get back to our condo house thingy in front of the castle... I don't even know what to call it... anyways. I ask this girl who was jogging past if she knew how to get over there. she said "sure come on" and then she was suddenly on a bike. a few other girls were following her on bikes too. I began to jog and kept up with them pretty good. after a few twists and turns, we stop at a house and I walk in. I walk to the left and theres a small bedroom with a big shelf about... 5 feet out. beside it, theres a toilet. I look in and say "I always wanted a room like this!" then the girl from before that was jogging, comes in and says this is the mohamad house STOP! this is the weird thing, I know a guy named Mohamad. COUNTINUE! anyways, we leave and keep on going, the jogging girl rides slower than before and I get ahead of her, then another girl gets ahead of me. she had brown long hair, and was tall and thin like me. the road the we we're on wen't through a house and made a sharp left turn, then kept going. after a few more turns, my legs start feeling weird, like when you run on a treadmill for a few minutes, then when you get of and walk around, you feel like your going super fast? that kinda feeling. anyways, I start screwing around wih it, and I keep looking at my feet like "dooood, I feeeel hiiiigh!" ha ha. but then I look up, and theres a super sharp turn to the left again and its on a cliff, no house this time. before I can even scream, I go flying off the edge and fall to the trees below. STOP! again... here's is the freaky part. whenever I get too high up somewhere, or a catch myself from falling, or use my reflexes, my feet tingle for about 3 seconds after. and sometimes, when I have a morning dream, and something happens like I fall I'll jump out of my bed, and look around, onl to fall back and calm down. countinue as I'm falling, I think about what they do in the movies, and I curl up to protect my vitals. as I'm falling, I close my eyes, then get that freaky feeling that I mentioned above. but this time, it goes up to my thighs. I can feel the difference in the wind as I pass the tops of trees. I think about whether those girls knew that I was falling, and if I would be able to get back to my house thingy after this and the dream ends just before I hit the ground but as soon as I closed my eyes, everything went black in the dream, and I could still hear the wind pass my ears. this is a pretty weird dream by my standards. but this isn't a dream in the middle of the night, I only remember dreams I have in the early mornings. its like I'm consciously awake in them, but my body is still asleep and I don't know I'm dreaming till I wake up. everybody's theory's and opinions are welcome on this one!
The scene starts with lights upon a guitar. As soon as there is a solid awareness of the guitar it instantaneously shatters into pieces. The guitar strings elongate and distort to become the legs of a real woman dancing on Broadway. A marionette puppet walks by on its own accord. The Broadway gal sticks her long lizard-tongue out at me as she slowly but surely turns full reptilian. The puppet walks on alone, somberly through dark corridors. A large butcher knife comes down from the ceiling and cuts the puppet in half. The puppet reattaches itself and stands up to escape, but the butcher knife comes back down and dices the puppet into neat little squares, and then minces it into bits. The bits of marionette puppet instantly ignite afire, engulfing the world’s oceans. I see the world, with all it’s oceans on fire. Dolphins, ablaze, jump into the air and hang for a moment before sinking under waves of flame. The clouds, too, were on fire and angels fell from the sky. I stand alone and scream in agony before graphically tearing myself in two to the bone. My skeleton catches fire. With the entire world ablaze, it looks like a fireball. It incinerated into a tiny burning ember in the center of a baby’s eye. I pan out to see the baby in full view as the butcher knife reappears dicing the baby to bits. The puppet somberly reenters with a broom and dustpan, to sweep the bits of baby up and dump it into the garbage.
I'm walking down a path in the forest, there are two dream characters with me. I am walking up ahead and something clicks with me. I'm dreaming. I run to the two dream characters and tell them, "Hey guys we're in a dream right now!" "Really?" one of them asks. "Really! I'm so serious, here, I'll show you." I grab both of their hands and push my feet off the air hard. Before I know it we're soaring above the world. The strange thing was that, at first the entire world consisted of a big box we seemed to be hovering over. There were lots of things floating in the air, and I kept wanting to go higher. There was half of a train suspended in mid-air. I was having a conversation with one of the girls about how this is our dream imagination playground, how the world below is our mind. I looked down at the box and got up really high and extended my hands pushing the box bigger, bigger, and bigger, until it wasn't a box any more, it was an entire world.
I recall three dreams... 1) I am in a stately home. There is a staircase, pretty wide, going up to the second floor, it has a sofa at the top, a dark wooden colour, and a chair to the left, looking equally broken. There is a rope across the front of the stairs saying "Danger! Do not use! Please use lift instead. Apologies for any inconvenience" I go to the lift, which is huge, were my mother is waiting. I happen to look across at the hall and am amazed. There is a stone horse's head mounted on the wall directly in front of me. There are also banners draped across to the far right, where there is a coat of arms; a circular plate, half red, half white with blue dots. I turn my attention back to the lift, where we press the button to go up to floor five. It says that, because we are the first people to use the lift that day, we will have to wait thirty minutes for it to track it's way up. I don't seem to understand this because, when it starts to move I ask it to hurry up. I walk outside, and there is one of the more disliked people from my school selling something. 2) I am on top of a mountain. There is a table. It has a label on it saying "Top of the world, Here." My sister gets there first and I am annoyed. 3) I have been sent to the grammar school for the afternoon. First we are in a meeting room, my three friends and I, and are told about what will happen. First we will have ICT. Then we will have history and after that go home. We go to the ICT room. It is beautiful, but I feel melancholic because I think of my normal school (this appears to creep up a lot in my dreams) and miss it. They have glass columns going up to the ceiling filled with a bubbly-watery mixture. The seats are very posh. They twirl around, and have backs on them, and padding as well. The computers have no lag. However, the lesson is very boring and seems to last for two hours. When the lesson is done, we all rush out thinking it is the end of the day, but we are called back and told to go to history. I notice that the entrance to the school is also posh. There is a receptionist's desk with a woman sitting at it, and a circular fish tank. My friends and I traipse along to history. I notice that there is someone wearing a very long scarf. It trails along the floor behind him.
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