Dream Log Entry
Dream Type: DILD
Date: 1/5-6/2011
Walking Through the Rainy City
I was once again back in my hometown, on my old street. It was late afternoon, and the sky was ablaze by the setting sun. I was in the front yard of the house belonging to an old acquaintance, which resided just at the end of the block. Though I recognized the area immediately, there were a few objects missing--namely the long, age-worn, baby-blue van, the small white trailer with the red, blue, and yellow balloons painted on it, and the fence that should have surrounded the yard. And one side of the house was now a wall of tinted glass windows. The area was otherwise the same as it had been; the grass was dead, and the surrounding trees were withered and lifeless.
I was apparently helping the neighbor with various tasks, accompanied by a person I recognized as an old classmate from middle school, the name of whom I have forgotten. He still had that pudgy baby-face, and that same puffy, curly chestnut hair, and had not aged a day since last I saw him, which was a long, long time ago. He wore a baggy white shirt bearing orange text written in a circle which surrounded a strange, orange emblem, and also wore a pair of baggy jeans that sagged far below his waist.
At some point, uttering some form of profane dialogue I cannot remember clearly, the boy walked over to an old, grey car, lifted its hood, and proceeded to observe the interior. While doing so, he lit a cigarette to his mouth, and upon seeing that, I immediately began running from him and the car. Very soon after, the car exploded with a hollow boom.
In his frustration, the boy, apparently unscathed by the blast, suddenly pulled out a machine gun and began to fire at various objects. He started with the wall of tinted glass windows, shattering them one by one, then began moving on to other objects. I remember speaking to him, perhaps trying to tell him to stop. Then he turned the fire arm on me.
I raised my left forearm in front of my face defensively, the back of my hand facing outward, and projected a force field which deflected the bullets soaring towards me. The instant the firing stopped, I thrusted my right hand, palm open, in the direction of the boy and hurled a surge of unseen force, sending him flying through the windows he had shattered. I went in after him, and suddenly found myself in what seemed to be an office building. I searched hallway after hallway for the boy, but to no avail.
After giving up my search, I eventually found myself inside one of the offices in the building, along with three other individuals, two male and one female, judging by the voices; I did not take the time to get a clear look at them. It was in this moment I suddenly realized I was dreaming.
I stood over a wooden desk inside the blue-carpeted office, looking at a trio of blue pamphlets (I cannot remember what was written on them) while the three people in the room conversed. Shortly afterwards, I exited the office to find myself inside a compact, somewhat cluttered bedroom, which also bore a blue carpet. As I walked into the bedroom, observing the long, short television set, the shelves of which bore various disorganized objects and electronics, I notice a dirty-blonde, pale-skinned woman rise from under the blue covers of the bed that stood across the television set.
Ignoring primal instincts, I quickly turned away from the alluring sight and walked toward the only window in the room to look outside. The first thing I noticed was that it was raining, the second that someone outside seemed to be in trouble.
Below, near the foot of the building I was currently in, was a young couple, both of whom seemed to be of Asian descent. They were both wearing black leather suits. The female of the couple seemed to have hurt herself (or, perhaps, something or someone hurt her), as she was lying face down on the ground. I watched as the male rose from his knees to his feet and run inside the building, presumably to find help.
Wanting to see what the matter was, I opened the window, wriggled myself through it, leapt outward, and with my Wings of the Heart, slowed my descent. As I landed feet first onto the pavement, the woman slowly rose to her feat. I asked her, “Are you alright?” She nodded in the affirmative, and I, seeing that nothing was wrong, simply walked past her.
I continued to walk down the sidewalk until I reached a clearing among the buildings. At this point, the sky began to slowly clear, though the rain seemed to persist. Within the clearing was an orange gas station, at the center of the clearing was a cylindrical, cartoon-like skyscraper, towards which I immediately began to journey.
Before I could go any further, as I put on my sunglasses (since when the blazes do I wear sunglasses?), I was suddenly struck by a bolt of lighting. Despite the blinding flash that accompanied the lighting bolt, however, there was no ear-rending pop which usually accompanies a nearby lightning bolt. Nevertheless, the jolt it sent throughout my body was far from enjoyable. As I lay motionless on the ground, the last thing I see before waking up is the setting sun.
Wanting to reenter the dream, I closed my eyes once more without moving an inch. As I entered the WILD, however, a pair of eerie blue-indigo eyes--not quite cat, not quite human-shaped--took form and, for an unknown time period, stared back at me. The unnerving chill the eyes gave me, coupled with the usual discomfort of entering sleep paralysis and REM was enough for me to break off the attempt.
Annnnd so my morning in the waking world began.
