Ok, so last night I was fighting some demi-god rock monster while driving a Testarossa around a parking structure and things were blowing up everywhere. That’s all I got.
While the dream last night was long, disjointed, and unconnected, what sticks out most in my memory is preparation being made for some kind of galactic sporting event being held on earth. The stadium was to be so big that they had to excavate it with a laser from space. From the looks of it, the oval of the stadium was about the size of colorado. Once completed and inside there was every manner of species filling the place. The species were divided into concentric circles in the stands, and humans, despite being the hosts of this event, had to sit almost at the very back.
I realize it’s been months since I posted anything here, but once again, I’m going to try and pick it up.
In my dream last night, I was looking at an apartment. It was gorgeous, huge (must have been 6000 sqft), super cheap, and seemingly perfect. I walk out onto the porch, however, and what do I see but the Liberty Science Center, a great science museum… in New Jersey. This terror revelation is the last thing I remember, but I don’t think we got the apartment.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, but I had a dream last night that, while brief, I thought worthy of posterity. All I remember of the dream is that I was watching a music video, shot in slow motion, of girls running through a few inches of water, in tennis outfits, hitting tennis balls and splashing each other. I would appreciate it if someone made this video.
Since I’ve been too busy to record the dream until now, almost everything about it has faded away except for the very distinct themes of drowning and wizards. I don’t think the two were related.
I only remember one segment from last night’s dream, but it was a vivid one. The plot revolved around a group of my fellow design classmates conspiring to kill other members of the school of design. I don’t know who was in charge of the group but I found out about it by accident when I happened upon them tricking Ash Huang into going down into this spooky basement, locking her in a room, and proceeding to fill it with gas. I knew about the murder, but couldn’t say anything for fear of my own life. I didn’t know where to turn, especially when people started asking questions about where Ash had went. There was a very real sense of fear and dread that my life would be taken from which I was very relieved to wake up.
This is what the cover of the book looked like that I found in the April 11th dream.