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I didn’t make this last time, but the dream I had that night was so vivid, it was almost scary but… awesome.
All I can remember from that night was that in the beginning of the dream, I was in a car or van or something, and getting chased by another car, then we lost them and they stopped chasing us. After that, we got out of the car. Then, a bit after that, I got on a motorcycle and had a race with some men and women. Soon, the race finished, and I ended up together with a couple of (hot) greaser/biker girls. Stuff happened, and the dream ended. I woke up at around 6 or something, and went back to sleep. I then had another dream in my next slumber.
This dream was… interesting, but amazing. All I can really remember is when I got into the dream, I was in this steampunk-ish walking building, like Howl’s Moving Castle, and the room was also pretty steampunk. Dorian from DA:I was there, and was on a dating site on his phone, looking for some men. There were a few other people in there, but I forgot. I know that one of them looked like Shiga from Tokyo Twilight: Ghost Hunters. After that, I think I walked out of the room and then onto this giant balcony about the width of my house (huge, right?), and Shiga clone and other people were there. The balcony looked over a desolate and dark city, town, thing… whatever. The sky was a very dark grey, and while talking with “Shiga,” a black smoke started going down towards the top of one of the buildings. Everybody on the balcony noticed it and rushed over to the edge to observe, “oohs” and “aahs” all around me. Suddenly, there was an explosion on the top of that building, and a gas truck was shown after the explosion cleared out. We all said “Oh shit,” in sync.
Everyone started rushing to get inside, but there were people still outside, so me and another blonde girl went running out to grab them. We finally got them inside, but we couldn’t get inside, so we just looked at each other, and grabbed on to the “ladder.” You know those built in ladders that have slots to put your hands in and climb up? Yeah, those were the ladders we held on to. The sky started swirling, and a tornado touched the ground. It suddenly became blue, and became a water tornado in the blink of an eye, even though there was no water around. The sky also became fully water, and there was no clouds, but, somehow, there was also no rain, though the sky was fully water. The tornado came over to our “moving castle,” and picked us up, quickly throwing us into the “sky.” The blonde girl and I were still holding on to the ladder for dear life, and above the oceanic sky was a beautiful pale pink sunrise and clouds, and oxygen, no water in sight but below us. When we started coming down, we weren’t barreling down like you’d think, but gracefully floated down like a feather. I apparently thought it was so awesome I literally reloaded a “save” and did it over again, but it came with a price.
When we got thrown into the sky again, instead of it being a pale pink sun and an actual sky, we actually were thrown into a water sky, like an ocean. It was horrible, because I had to hold my breath, because, as I said last time, we gracefully came back down to the ground, so I had to make sure not to drown. Now, that would probably wake me up, right? Well, not exactly. Once we finally landed again, I went back inside, and somehow teleported back to the room where Dorian was, and, of course, he was on my laptop (literally, it was the exact same laptop I had), on that same dating site, looking for men, again (classic Dorian *slaps knee*). I walked out of the room and ended up in this retro bright pink and purple room that had only one big table to my left, and retro arcade games and an air hockey table to my right. The walls were covered in cased vinyl records.
Apparently in this scenario, I was going to meet up with my best friend, Jelissa, who I haven’t seen in forever (no, really, she moved in either January or February, and I haven’t really seen her since). This place also had karaoke too, which is the main reason we were there. I walked into another room with my mom, and we saw a karaoke machine. She kept pressuring me to sing, but, since my anxiety decided to accompany me in my dreams, I said I was too scared too. Mom was getting frustrated at me, and we just went back to the table. Jelissa walked in, and asked if I would sing if she did. I shrugged and said sure, so we walked back to the karaoke machine, and then…
The dream ended.
It was pretty weird, but I kind of liked it. It was also a bit cryptic, to me. I don’t know why, but it was… well… I don’t know.