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Dream: Dream-within-a-dream
Feb. 25th, 2009 07:59 am(I dreamed a dream-within-a-dream, something that is mighty unusual for me. My recollection is all fragmented, though.)
Me, my parents, and my two brothers (I have no living siblings) were setting up our living quarters in a house we would be temporarily in. I was cranky because we had to fit three people and three beds into one small room for me and my brothers.
There was great danger, but me and my group thought we could maybe bluff it out. There were about four of us. We entered a darkened amphitheater where monsters sat in ranks. We thought we'd be okay, but then the small bunnies in the very top seats began to laugh. They weren't their usual cheerful self. Some sort of black tendrilled ooze was seeping from one to the next, black slime matting their fur and pouring from their eyes. When it reached them, they began to laugh. We backed out of the room, with the green-maned god guarding our rear. In the corridor, we ran. We had to escape the castle before we were caught. We took the fire escape stairs. At the bottom level, we peered out the window as a horde of creatures swept past and then back, returning from an unsuccessful hunt for us. As soon as it was clear, we ran down the corridor, but when we passed a set of stick-and-stone 30-foot-tall statues, they came to life.
I woke up in my new bed with a start that knocked off the flat screen TV on the drawers at the bottom of the bed, but I caught it midair before it could break. The weight pinned me (I suspect a cat was sitting on me at this point.), and I waited a while to see if anybody would answer my calls for a little help. They didn't, so I moved it, and somehow that meant I had to rearrange all the furniture in the room. It meant that I had a worse view out the window, but that didn't really matter, because I knew I had to get back into the dream, which was real, or something terrible would happen.
Me, my parents, and my two brothers (I have no living siblings) were setting up our living quarters in a house we would be temporarily in. I was cranky because we had to fit three people and three beds into one small room for me and my brothers.
There was great danger, but me and my group thought we could maybe bluff it out. There were about four of us. We entered a darkened amphitheater where monsters sat in ranks. We thought we'd be okay, but then the small bunnies in the very top seats began to laugh. They weren't their usual cheerful self. Some sort of black tendrilled ooze was seeping from one to the next, black slime matting their fur and pouring from their eyes. When it reached them, they began to laugh. We backed out of the room, with the green-maned god guarding our rear. In the corridor, we ran. We had to escape the castle before we were caught. We took the fire escape stairs. At the bottom level, we peered out the window as a horde of creatures swept past and then back, returning from an unsuccessful hunt for us. As soon as it was clear, we ran down the corridor, but when we passed a set of stick-and-stone 30-foot-tall statues, they came to life.
I woke up in my new bed with a start that knocked off the flat screen TV on the drawers at the bottom of the bed, but I caught it midair before it could break. The weight pinned me (I suspect a cat was sitting on me at this point.), and I waited a while to see if anybody would answer my calls for a little help. They didn't, so I moved it, and somehow that meant I had to rearrange all the furniture in the room. It meant that I had a worse view out the window, but that didn't really matter, because I knew I had to get back into the dream, which was real, or something terrible would happen.
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