I'll try and do as The Blue Meanie says and be pretty descriptive, unfortunately I've forgotten a few of the details that I had, and probably didn't ever remember other things but here we go.
It begins with me in my brother's flat at University. It's a small place with long corridors and a few, grubby furnishings. Except this dream flat isn't his real flat, I've never seen this narrow place before. It seems fairly quiet and dull here, and I wish something interesting would happen. We get on pretty well, and normally play games together or talk, at least we interact whenever we meet up. But he's 500 miles away so that isn't often.
My brother (21) is lounging on the sofa just across from me, where I lounge in a similar manner. He's playing a games console and I'm watching him. I get bored and tell him, "I'm going to go investigate your place, ok?". He doesn't seem to reply, and so I wander off figuring that he'll be plenty entertained by his PS2.
I make my way to the kitchen, where I see a woman I've never met before, she kinda scares me and so I move on quickly, leaving her to cook.
I head upstairs along another dingy long passageway and try several doors, most are bathrooms but one is a dark, brown, maybe wood paneled room. I enter with curiosity and it morphs into a churchyard. My dad walks ahead of me faster than I can walk and my little sister beside me.
I follow my dad, trying to keep pace whereas my sister cuts around the edge of the churchyard. There is broken glass everywhere in this churchyard (no gravestones oddly) and I'm in bare feet. The splinters penetrate my soles but still I press on, conscious of how sensible my sister was to avoid this pain, and walking swiftly after my dad. It seems important to stay with him. The glass is about as painful as, say, a drawing pin.
When we reach the stone steps I sit down with my dad and sister and look at my feet with a strange detachment, I pull the shards out of my feet - feeling them slide out but with little pain beyond the strange sliding sensation. My friends arrive around the corner and I'm glad to see them, I show them my feet and say a witty one-liner that I forget, something to do with me, pain, glass and wishing I'd avoided it.
Strangely, the transition from the room to churchyard was barely noticed and the whole dream was seen as though through a smokey window, with an odd detachment from my emotions and feelings. I don't remember any striking colours apart from the green of the grass, the red blood and the drabness of the flat.
Hope that wasn't too long or rambling.
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