Dream Log Entry - March 8-9, 2011
Dream 1 (Type: DILD):
I walked down the brown-tiled hallway of one of my old schools, and as I did could not help but think, “I do not want to be here.” In that instant, holographic brown specks rained upward from the floor, and the end of the hallway blurred and began to glow into a yellowish-brown hue. Never altering my pace, I proceeded toward the light and soon found myself in an area I recognized to be part of a hospital I used to work in.
The place, as usual, was sharply clean. However, there was one major thing out of place: the wide, glass-walled corridor, which should have been elsewhere, was now connected to the compact, white-walled area in which I currently stood.
I looked to my right into a dormitory filled with patients. At the back of the small dormitory was a glass wall, outside of which stood a tropical tree. One patient, a small, dark-tanned, middle-aged male, looked back at me with gritted teeth that bore neither malice nor mildness. On his left hand was a curved stump where his ring finger and little finger should have been.
I turned away from the dormitory and proceeded down the glass-walled corridor, and once again the scenery changed; I now found myself in a strange, yet familiar town--it was then that I suddenly realized I was dreaming. In front of me, to the right-hand portion of the scenery, was a strip of various shops and restaurants that ran down and up the hills, as far as the eye could see. Alongside the strip of buildings ran a pebble road, which, farther ahead, began to morph into a tar road. The left portion of the scenery, bordered by a metal fence, bore an endless, sky-blue abyss. Between the edge and center of that abyss towered a hexagonal, jet-back skyscraper, on top of which stood a golden six-point star.
I was sorely tempted to fly to the top of that skyscraper, but for an unknown reason decided to tread down the pebble road. As I came near the bottom of the slope (at this point I was on the tar road) I remembered the Dream Views monthly tasks, and upon remembering looked to my right to see a small, rather parched-looking tree bearing strange fruits which strongly resembled Christmas tree ornaments. Most of them were either red or blue, though there was at least one yellow. I settled for a blue one, and with telekinetic force effortlessly willed it off its branch and into my hand. I felt like I was biting into a laminated eggplant, but after breaking the skin of the fruit found a very soft, runny interior, the taste of which I could only compare to that of diluted grape juice. Sadly, it was almost immediately after that I abruptly woke up.