Dreams
Posted: Mon May 09, 2022 2:49 am
I had a very long and vivid dream last night—
It was late in the evening. I was walking, or rather, being pulled and gliding effortlessly, through an extremely frightening and dangerous ghetto. For a very long while—years, though I didn't know how many—I had been trailing behind and to the right of this tall, thin, young-looking black man wearing denim blue jeans and a light brown windbreaker. He didn't seem to know I was there, yet was connected to me in the way of a voodoo doll; wherever he went, I was pulled, floating, and whatever he felt, I felt it too. Together we traveled in a straight line, and at random, various people attempted to taunt, attack, frighten, and steal from him in vicious ways. Nobody else saw me either, but it hardly mattered since I'd been enduring all the same as him. It was like a gauntlet, a seemingly endless and inescapable one, and so we both felt almost totally hopeless and resigned to it.
At some point, however, we made it to the outskirts of the neighborhood where we traveled up a small hill and encountered an old woman sitting next to a water fountain. Upon closer inspection, the fountain was actually a tombstone, which meant whoever lay beneath it was someone important. In a rush to escape, the man I'd been trailing behind had accidentally stepped into it, and the old woman—who did seem to recognize me—looked at us both and eerily said "You've just made a biiiig mistake." Ignoring her, we made it to the edge of the hill, and the sky suddenly got a lot brighter. Looking down, there were four beautiful bronze metal stairs with a massive surface area, and each step was a 30-foot drop to the next. It was like a staircase made for giants. Nevertheless, the man began jumping down the steps and I followed along. After the very first leap, I became fully autonomous, and after every subsequent leap, the man seemed to morph into a slightly different person.
Upon reaching the bottom, the man had fully morphed into my brother, and he and I were standing on a bridge made of pure gold. This bridge led to an unusually large mansion that was tucked under the edge of the hill, with the grass of the hill draped over the entire rooftop. My brother then told me very convincingly that there was something like 'treasure' in the mansion and we needed to grab it in order to fully escape the ghetto and the entire rest of the city. So, we began looking for ways in, but the mansion made itself almost completely inaccessible to us. There were various staircases, all colored yellow, orange, or brown, that were supposed to lead to an entrance, but almost none of them did. Many were impractically winding, twisty, and impossible to walk over, while others led to tiny doors that you couldn't fit your body through, and some just led to barred windows. Dr. Suess must've been the architect, that's how it was. Anyhow, my brother eventually found a set of steps that led to the basement, and so we both went in. The house seemed even bigger on the inside, but much more plain. All of the walls were painted white and most of the house was just empty.
While anxiously scrambling to find the supposed "treasure" and not get caught, I eventually came across the owners of the mansion. They were in a very small, plain room in the back corner of the basement, sleeping on small couches. I almost felt bad for them, as they didn't seem to 'live up' to the overall appearance of their home. They were short in stature, visibly overweight, smelly, dirty, wearing dull clothes with holes in them, and just overall pathetic and depressing to look at. Upon seeing them, it occurred to me that my parents were also in the mansion, also having trespassed. They were in the top room of the house, also laying down, and I told them about everything that happened between me and my brother. My mom informed me that we were all going to get approximately 30 years in jail. This made me extremely angry, and so I attempted to attack my brother, going for his eyes, but he managed to dodge, remaining completely unaffected by me.
That was the end.
It was late in the evening. I was walking, or rather, being pulled and gliding effortlessly, through an extremely frightening and dangerous ghetto. For a very long while—years, though I didn't know how many—I had been trailing behind and to the right of this tall, thin, young-looking black man wearing denim blue jeans and a light brown windbreaker. He didn't seem to know I was there, yet was connected to me in the way of a voodoo doll; wherever he went, I was pulled, floating, and whatever he felt, I felt it too. Together we traveled in a straight line, and at random, various people attempted to taunt, attack, frighten, and steal from him in vicious ways. Nobody else saw me either, but it hardly mattered since I'd been enduring all the same as him. It was like a gauntlet, a seemingly endless and inescapable one, and so we both felt almost totally hopeless and resigned to it.
At some point, however, we made it to the outskirts of the neighborhood where we traveled up a small hill and encountered an old woman sitting next to a water fountain. Upon closer inspection, the fountain was actually a tombstone, which meant whoever lay beneath it was someone important. In a rush to escape, the man I'd been trailing behind had accidentally stepped into it, and the old woman—who did seem to recognize me—looked at us both and eerily said "You've just made a biiiig mistake." Ignoring her, we made it to the edge of the hill, and the sky suddenly got a lot brighter. Looking down, there were four beautiful bronze metal stairs with a massive surface area, and each step was a 30-foot drop to the next. It was like a staircase made for giants. Nevertheless, the man began jumping down the steps and I followed along. After the very first leap, I became fully autonomous, and after every subsequent leap, the man seemed to morph into a slightly different person.
Upon reaching the bottom, the man had fully morphed into my brother, and he and I were standing on a bridge made of pure gold. This bridge led to an unusually large mansion that was tucked under the edge of the hill, with the grass of the hill draped over the entire rooftop. My brother then told me very convincingly that there was something like 'treasure' in the mansion and we needed to grab it in order to fully escape the ghetto and the entire rest of the city. So, we began looking for ways in, but the mansion made itself almost completely inaccessible to us. There were various staircases, all colored yellow, orange, or brown, that were supposed to lead to an entrance, but almost none of them did. Many were impractically winding, twisty, and impossible to walk over, while others led to tiny doors that you couldn't fit your body through, and some just led to barred windows. Dr. Suess must've been the architect, that's how it was. Anyhow, my brother eventually found a set of steps that led to the basement, and so we both went in. The house seemed even bigger on the inside, but much more plain. All of the walls were painted white and most of the house was just empty.
While anxiously scrambling to find the supposed "treasure" and not get caught, I eventually came across the owners of the mansion. They were in a very small, plain room in the back corner of the basement, sleeping on small couches. I almost felt bad for them, as they didn't seem to 'live up' to the overall appearance of their home. They were short in stature, visibly overweight, smelly, dirty, wearing dull clothes with holes in them, and just overall pathetic and depressing to look at. Upon seeing them, it occurred to me that my parents were also in the mansion, also having trespassed. They were in the top room of the house, also laying down, and I told them about everything that happened between me and my brother. My mom informed me that we were all going to get approximately 30 years in jail. This made me extremely angry, and so I attempted to attack my brother, going for his eyes, but he managed to dodge, remaining completely unaffected by me.
That was the end.