non-lucid

Hey Dreamviews, I've been out of practice for a while but I woke up and had remembered this dream because it stuck out so much to me, I'm curious about peoples interpretation or even just comments on it as a whole, please forgive typos, I jotted this down as fast as I could when I got out of bed.





I'm standing in an old seemingly worn down building with a little Mexican boy in the higher floors of the mansion that seems to be falling apart, myself as well as three other children (Something I noted half way through writing this is I was a child as well.), two females one male, who has glasses as well as an older woman named (Rebecca?) who seemed to be in her late twenties (28 or so if I had to guess.), I know the boy's father, whether the name Rodrigo belongs to the child or the father I won't know, but I know the father and I know he built something for me in the land of my dreams, whether it is a monument or a memory I don't know but I'm determined to find out and remember this for future reference.

When I told the boy that he looked exactly like his father he merely smiled, Rodrigo seemingly happy about the 'news' that I had remembered, the tall Mexican woman wearing modest clothing was somewhat attractive, though the only gestures I remember her making was a curt bow and a smile when I first met her, though she seemed to smile and nod whenever the little boy did, I get the feeling that she isn't his mother, maybe an aunt or nanny of some sort.

Us children ran through the upper floors of the seemingly infinitely tall mansion, the small Mexican boy waving happily in tandem with his presumable caretaker, we take care ignoring the wood as it already seemed decayed long ago, though the countless holes leading to the bottom or gaps where the mansion was simply pulled apart like a fissure still remain, we run through the walls of the mansion, through a sizable hole being our 'doorway', a sort of void meeting us as we run along the scattered remnants of wood that merely floated in this strange place, not reacting to our weight or presence as we skirted through it just fine, the other children happily laughing and giggling as they passed as I tried not to fall.

When we go through an identical 'hole' at the other side of the room we are greeted by a room that looks identical to the one we had started in, however to the right I see an even larger fissure, seemingly bottomless when I look into the pit below.We play an odd sort of game, one of us would summon various 'platforms' which all of us had to quickly run and jump on before the next person would do the same to reach the other side. The other boy quickly failed on the second jump, falling into the void with a drawn out "Nooo!" while the others seemed just as happy as they were moments ealier, one of the little girls cheerfully informed me that because one of us lost, we all lost the game, though she happily conjures a floor to replace the void we risked falling into, with the new floor I continued in reaching the other side, noting an odd 'tear' in reality which only became visible as I approached, the ghostly yet radiant white light shining from it and offsetting the natural looming darkness of the unnatural place that we were in. I could not get any closer to the 'tear' but I didn't have the urge to pass through, I felt I was not ready yet as I turned around and once more returned to the other side I was greeted again by the smiling face of Rebecca, who merely smiled as she kneeled and gave me a gentle hug, I woke up at this time with the overwhelming urge that I need to find this odd boys 'Father' and what it is he built for me.




---I would like to point out that I have EXTREME trouble conjuring things but at some point I was able to in this dream without even thinking about it, something I noted as I was publishing this.

First Dream Journal entry on Dreamviews. I'm not entirely sure how this is supposed to work... Tags and such but I'll try.

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I'm in a grey bunker type of room with three other people one is roughly twenty, the other two are in their late 50's. The first thing I notice is that they are all dressed in typical 'Mafia' Black suits, fedoras, and cigars. There is a map on the table but I can't seem to read it. The other men in the room walk out while I think that something is off. For a moment I think 'Am I dreaming?' I move my hand towards my nose to do my Reality Check the same time one of the men come back into the room and shout "Come on Bobby!" I immediately forget about my Reality check and follow them.

The next thing I know we are at some docks that look very old, and very beat up along with an old boat. There are large crates on the boat, while I'm looking at them I overhear one of the men talking "So this is the stuff?" "Yep."

Suddenly I'm in another part of the 'town' which seems abandoned, destroyed windows, and houses look like they are barely standing. I can see the docks in the distance. We are standing around smoking, drinking, and laughing. One of the men runs up to us yelling "We've gotta go now! The cops found out about it!" We immediately drop our cigars, and drinks. We sprint to the docks as fast as we can. For some reason I notice it getting very dark, very fast. I hear a helicopter coming from behind us and we run even faster. We eventually reach the docks jump in the boat and pull out of the docks. By now the water is getting very choppy, I'm suddenly aware there is a horrible storm above us.

By this point the Coast Guard have shown up. There's a large line of boats blocking us and there are people on shore opening fire at us. A large wave hits the boat and I fall into the ocean. The waves are coming above my head as I try to swim to shore. I feel terrified that I will drown, the sounds of the storm and the waves drown out everything else. I hear what I assume is thunder. I feel a impact between my shoulder blades and know I've been shot at which point I wake up.

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Several things about this dream confuse me... First of all why I forgot all about my reality check, second why I respond to Bobby when that isn't my name.