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11 years ago
11/7/14
A strange dream indeed. This night I dreamed that I wished to be in a dream, so I had this world I was in that I solved mysteries and explored, vibrant and delicate to the actions I exerted on it. Everything in this world was made of watercolors, like a pastel. painter's soft contrast dream delicately placed in such a perfect and relaxing manner. It was a mix of the Victorian but a testament to the earth...tree's everywhere, droopy and sad tree's with nothing to live for but relaxing river tides, Skies of halcyon blue and clouds drifting along so smoothly. Noone had anywhere to be, no prior obligations that pushed them so fervently towards goals, no stepping on backs or scheming. The dream was accessible only to me, by way of wooden key. In the dream of a dream I found a cabinet with those same wooden keys after what seemed like decades, but there was something I had to do before I could take one. This was like a task and I wanted so badly to get one so I wouldn't be lonely in the dream of a dream with that key I could bring others in. I never really got to the task. I woke up I thinking I really didn't ever wanna wake up, and I came online. The nagging feeling kept pulling me back, that I needed that key, so I went back to sleep. I was on a paddle boat riding somewhere. I couldn't remember but it was relaxing I knew i'd be OK, but at the same time I knew it wasn't where I needed to go, so I jumped off into the water and swam to the edge of the river climbing out into reeds and slapping my way through them without a clue as to my guide. There was this little opening and a big stone chair. I woke up after that. I have no idea what I was supposed to do, neither an idea of what it could have been about. I'd never seen anything like these kinds of places, but the key was so familiar even though I don't rightfully know what a wooden key would be used for.
A strange dream indeed. This night I dreamed that I wished to be in a dream, so I had this world I was in that I solved mysteries and explored, vibrant and delicate to the actions I exerted on it. Everything in this world was made of watercolors, like a pastel. painter's soft contrast dream delicately placed in such a perfect and relaxing manner. It was a mix of the Victorian but a testament to the earth...tree's everywhere, droopy and sad tree's with nothing to live for but relaxing river tides, Skies of halcyon blue and clouds drifting along so smoothly. Noone had anywhere to be, no prior obligations that pushed them so fervently towards goals, no stepping on backs or scheming. The dream was accessible only to me, by way of wooden key. In the dream of a dream I found a cabinet with those same wooden keys after what seemed like decades, but there was something I had to do before I could take one. This was like a task and I wanted so badly to get one so I wouldn't be lonely in the dream of a dream with that key I could bring others in. I never really got to the task. I woke up I thinking I really didn't ever wanna wake up, and I came online. The nagging feeling kept pulling me back, that I needed that key, so I went back to sleep. I was on a paddle boat riding somewhere. I couldn't remember but it was relaxing I knew i'd be OK, but at the same time I knew it wasn't where I needed to go, so I jumped off into the water and swam to the edge of the river climbing out into reeds and slapping my way through them without a clue as to my guide. There was this little opening and a big stone chair. I woke up after that. I have no idea what I was supposed to do, neither an idea of what it could have been about. I'd never seen anything like these kinds of places, but the key was so familiar even though I don't rightfully know what a wooden key would be used for.
Bluedog311
~bluedog311
That sounds awesome to be in! I wish i could have one like that.
