I'd been with my family at the beach. I remember stacking my clothes very carefully on my bag, so that they wouldn't fall in the sand and get dirty. It seemed like we'd decided to take a break there on our way home after I'd left school.
After we got home, I was sent into the forest for some reason by my Dad. I started to go out into it, but then I noticed that it looked like the ground in front of me disappeared; all I could see in front of me was a blue sky, somewhat covered by gray smoke. I called out to my Dad so I could ask him here the land mines we had planted here were, so I wouldn't step on them. When he came out, I fell backwards into a pit. He was getting to get a rope to pull me out with but then some strange people from another dimension came out of the pit and kidnapped both of us.
There were many groups of strangely dressed people here, mostly driving around cars, some of which could hover. They were sort of gangs, except it seemed like it was impossible to die, so they weren't all that serious; this was a sort of dream-land, and the gangs acted more cartoon-ish.
I found a car and started driving towards the place where my Dad had been taken to; some sort of castle. Along the way I stopped at a convenience store stand at the side of the corridor. There I saw some people I knew from high school; one of them was quite surprised to see me, and asked what I was doing there. They too seemed to know that this was a dream-land. I sat down at a table with a bunch of friends and we talked.
We were watching a video of some sort of temple, which I suddenly realized looked almost exactly like Tottoro's home, except with strange monochromatic paintings on the walls, almost like tiger stripes, and instead of Tottoro bouncing around there was a strange statue-like painted man. This man invited us into his home, and so the four of us joined him there, taking one of the cars that were around.
Somehow, though, things went wrong and we all started fighting; our host was a bit prone to anger, and we seemed to also be senselessly fighting amongst ourselves. There was a lot of blood, but since no one could die here nothing really bad happened. Since this was a dream-land, I started the encounter over several times, but each time it still somehow turned violent.
This dream really seemed to precipitate a big change in my outlook, somehow.
Posted by Trevor Savage at December 5, 2007 12:08 PM | TrackBack