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vivian:
dream #1
at some dormitory or something. i have to kill someone. come poking around this corner with my giant semi-automatic rifle (actually i think in the dream it was explicitly thought that it was automatic) and leave it out, waiting to shoot the person i’m going to shoot as soon as he comes out. i use a tactic i used to use in paintballing, which is to just wait still rather than ducking in and out; to wait for the person to come out first and then just react because i’ve been watching him the whole time. i think to shoot at his toes first, and that that will catch him off guard, and he will then expose himself for me to shoot him more. it doesn’t exactly go down like that, but i do hold the finger trigger down and spray him, all over, and lots of times in the face. but he just seems like he won’t die! later i approach him and shoot him many times in the face again, close to him, and it is still basically uneffective. he seems to be coming towards me like a zombie a few times, and it’s scary. eventually he pulls out some sort of surgical pin and seriously sticks it in his face and i just think that he is super fucked. he’s lying on the ground as he does this, and i’m trapped in this cubicle-type dormitory thing with him (there’s really nothing even in this cubicle; that’s just the sense that i get… that he lives here). there’s another dormitory cubicle next doorand there’s a girl in her bunk bed there or something. i climb up to it with her and the dude who i was trying to kill pops over again, and he starts climbing up her bunk bed, and eventually grabs onto my gun which i had pointed downwards at him. i ask the girl if she can hold on to me because i feel like i might fall off the bed because i’m sitting in the section with no guardrail. she refuses although very politely, like she was frightened, and eventually he climbs up to my hands or something, and i’m worried that i’m going to be pulled down with him. somehow down below there is now an opening… there’s a walkway, the hallway where i had formerly been pointing the gun at him, but there is also this opening like when you’re on the top floor of a mall and are poking out over the railings. as he is grasping onto my hands, i eventually shake him off, and he tumbles really, really far down below, like at least three huge levels (although each level is probably more than one story; i only say levels because it seems there are only three boundary-rail-type-partition sections). i’m like, shit. i get the sense that the guy who i’ve just killed is troy (1). i go downstairs and now it seems like tin-win and karen are with me. we’re entering the elevator and i’m worried that, in my footsteps, it seems like i am walking with too much bounce, and that there are cameras catching this the whole time, and that if they see me so happy going down to check if this guy, who i obviously know, is dead, then i won’t be able to get away with it as an excuse. but we downstairs and we turn to the right and there’s a hotel bar, with lots of deep reds and browns, with carpet,and he’supposed to be there, but instead there’s someone mopping the floor or something. i duck to the left, where it is white and tile floor, and there is a traffic cone, really faded, and there is also a lady cleaning up there. no sign of the dead guy, at all. i worry that it was obviously an accident but at the same time he must have had all these weird gun marks and poking himself with pin marks… and then i get the sense that the guy is not really troy (1), but that he’s lenny, and i soon find myself either text-messaging with or calling posa and linh to try and tell them this… we exchange some messages… they seem friendly, especially considering the circumstances. maybe there is confusion. also, i am at one point using my old nokia phone (my favorite phone) which is fully battery-charged in this dream. in real life, though, it doesn’t actually work without it being plugged in all the time…

Gun
To see a gun in your dream represents aggression, anger, and potential danger. You could be on the defensive about something. Or you may be dealing with issues of passiveness/aggressiveness and authority/dependence. Alternatively, a gun is a symbol of power and pride. To dream that someone is shooting you with a gun suggests that you are experiencing some confrontation in your waking life. You feel victimized in a situation or that you are being targeted.

Attack
To dream that you attack someone represents pent-up frustration and anger. You feel that you have been wronged. Your dream serves as an easy and safe way to express your anger.

Stab
To dream that you have been stabbed signifies your struggle with power. You are experiencing feelings of inadequacy and defensiveness. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you are feeling betrayed as reflected by the popular phrase, “being stabbed in the back”.
To dream that you stab someone indicates your fear of betrayal and your untrusting nature. You are being overly defensive.

Dormitory
To dream that you are in a dormitory represents the value you place on knowledge and education. You believe that you are constantly learning, even when you are in the classroom. If you are currently a college student who live in a dormitory, then this symbol may just be a reflection of your current surroundings and hold similar meaning as a house.

Bunk Beds
To see bunk beds in your dream represent childhood and innocence. Alternatively, it may refer to diverging and conflicting views of sexuality. You may have difficulties expressing your needs and desires.

Fall
To dream that you fall and are not frightened signifies that you will overcome your adversities with ease.
To dream that you fall and are frightened indicates a lack of control, insecurity, and/or lack of support in your waking life. You may be experiencing some major struggle and/or overwhelming problem. It may also imply that you have failed to achieve a goal that you have set forth for yourself.
To dream that you are free-falling through water indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed with emotions. You may feel that it is easier to give up, then to try to stay afloat or prevent yourself from going under.

Elevator
Descending in an elevator suggests that you are being grounded or coming back down to reality. It also signifies setbacks and misfortunes. In general, the up and down action of the elevator represents the ups and downs of your life. It also symbolizes emotions and thoughts that are emerging out of and submerging into your subconscious. Alternatively, the dream may have sexual connotations.

Camera
To see or dream that you are on a hidden camera indicates that you feel that you are being scrutinized. All eyes are on you.

Hotel
To see a hotel in your dream signifies a new state of mind or a shift in personal identity. You are undergoing some sort of transition and need to move away from your old habits and old way of thinking. You need to temporarily escape from your daily life.�Alternatively, the dream may imply a loss in your personal identity.

Carpet
To see a carpet in your dream represents your way of protecting yourself from life’s harsh realities. Alternatively, a carpet symbolizes luxury, comfort or richness. Consider the condition and designs of the carpet and how it parallels the foundation that you have laid for yourself in life. Perhaps the dream is telling you that you are refusing to confront some issue and instead are sweeping it under the carpet?

Burgundy
To see the color burgundy in your dream symbolizes wealth, success, and prosperity. It is indicative of your potential power.

Bar
To dream that you are at a public bar signifies your desire to escape from the stresses of your daily life and retreat into a light-hearted environment where pleasure abounds. Alternatively, you are seeking acceptance in some aspect of your daily life. The dream may also be a pun on being “barred” from some place or something. You are feeling excluded or held back by circumstances beyond your control.

Janitor
To see or dream that you are a janitor suggests that you need to work on cleaning up an aspect of your life.

White
White represents purity, perfection, peace, innocence, dignity, cleanliness, awareness, and new beginnings. You may be experiencing a reawakening or have a fresh outlook on life.�Alternatively, white refers to a clean, blank slate. Or it may refer to a cover-up. In Eastern cultures, white is associated with death and mourning.

Tile
To see tiles in your dreams indicate that you are too rigid in your thinking. Alternatively, it suggests that your life is monotonous or repetitive. You need some excitement.

Traffic Cone
To see traffic cones in your dream suggest that you need to slow down. You may be experiencing some delays or setbacks toward your goals. Perhaps the dream is telling you that you need to take a different approach.

Tile
To see tiles in your dreams indicate that you are too rigid in your thinking. Alternatively, it suggests that your life is monotonous or repetitive. You need some excitement.

Killing
To dream that you kill someone indicates that you are on the verge of losing your temper and self-control. Consider the person you have killed and ask yourself if you feel any rage towards him or her in your waking life. Your dream may be expressing some hidden anger. Alternatively, you may be trying to kill an aspect of yourself that is represented by the person killed. Identify the characteristics of this person and ask yourself which of these qualities you are trying to put an end to.

Cell Phone
To see or use a cell phone in your dream indicates that you are being receptive to new information. It also represents your mobility. Alternatively, the dream signifies lack of understanding. Perhaps you are having difficulties getting through to someone.

Battery
To see a battery in your dream symbolizes life energy and vitality. If the battery is dead, then it suggests that you are emotionally exhausted or feeling low.

dream #2
i think this is a different dream, though it might have been a contuination of the last. i’m walking across a street in a really busy city and a really busy intersection (i’m talking new york busy, in a really busy part of town) and i pass a stocky man who has some other guy following behind him. as i pass the stocky man, he has a slight jump in his step and i feel like that jump means that he knows me somehow… but i pass by, and later on, i’m approarched by who i assume is the skinnier, butler-esque man (though not exactly) who was following him… i don’t actually see this man approaching, but he comes behind me and gives me an envelope. i recognize this envelope as something sherry (?) has supposedly told me about before; it’s a one-of-a-knid very unique invitation, to some kind of dining experience, and you have to apparently go to a storefront to redeem it and say whether or not you’ll be going. i soon find myself at the storefront, which is extremely white in decor and kinda high-nd minimal. the envelope i had gotten was a dark shade of blue-purple with white text. i enter, approach a table to the left which is right next to a wall. i don’t know what’s on the table or why i’m even standing there, but it’s at that point that i realize there’s another step of the process; i actually have to complete a brief phone interview before i can accept the dinner. of course, i know that i am not interested in the dude for he is much too stocky — but i decide i want to do it anyway, and that i will just asnwer the interview and tell him i have a boyfriend and have him choose if he wants to waste a dinner on someone who can’t be in a relationship with him. i head over to the opposite far corner from where i am (diagonal), and start to use the computer… there’s a female worker there that i do recall looking fancy and wearing white, like a flight attendant, but i don’t remember anything she says to me or does. we do interact briefly.

Street
To see a street in your dream symbolizes your life’s path. The condition of the street reflects how much control you have over the direction of your life. Consider also the name on the street as it may offer some significance or advice to the meaning of the dream.

Crowd
To dream that you are in or part of a crowd suggests that you need some space for yourself. You need solitude to reflect on a situation and recharge your energy. Consider also the familiar phrase of “going along with the crowd” which implies conformity and lack of individuality. Perhaps you feel that your own opinion doesn’t count or matter. Alternatively, dreaming of a crowd means that you need to incorporate the various aspects of the crowd into your own persona. To see a happy, orderly crowd in your dream indicates that you have a strong social support system.

(the crowd is mostly just kind of stern and business-like, and wearing drab colors…)

Surprise
To dream that you are pleasantly surprised indicates that you are opened in acknowledging and confronting your unconscious feelings.

Envelope
To see an envelope in your dream signifies anticipation or opportunity. If you are opening an envelope, then it represents a message that you or someone is trying to convey to you. Alternatively, the dream means that you are “pushing the envelope.” You are testing the limits or boundaries.

Blue
Blue represents truth, wisdom, heaven, eternity, devotion, tranquility, loyalty and openness. Perhaps you are expressing a desire to get away. The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind. Alternatively, the color blue may also be a metaphor for “being blue” and feeling sad.

Purple
Purple is indicative of devotion, healing abilities, loving, kindness, and compassion. It is also the color of royalty, high rank, justice, wealth and dignity.

Invitation
To see or respond to an invitation in your dream suggests that you need to join or incorporate certain characteristics into yourself

Restaurant
To�dream that you are in a restaurant suggests that you are feeling overwhelmed by decisions and choices that you need to make in your life. Alternatively, it indicates that you are seeking for emotional nourishment outside of your social support system.

Store
To see or be in a grocery or convenience store in your dream suggests that you are emotionally and mentally strained. Alternatively, you may be brainstorming for new ideas or looking for the various choices out there for you. Alternatively, the dream may be a pun on what is in “store” for you. And thus it could signify the inevitable.

Interview
To dream that you are at an interview denotes your anxiety over being judged by others. You may be experiencing some dissatisfaction with some aspect of yourself.

dream #3
i am at some sort of curiosities museum. when i first enter, there are glass jars of something quite disgusting. i feel like they are teeth but that’s not right. they are reddish-pinkish in color. fuck, i wish i remember what they were. i’m with someone else. go into other room, and it opens up into a gallery… more bizarre stuff… don’t remember. 😦

Museum
To�see a museum in your dream indicates that your non-traditional path to success will make you stand out from the rest. Sometimes you need to take a risk. Alternatively, the museum represents your own personal history. You can learn a lot from your past and your heritage. Consider what you have gained from these experiences and apply them to your current circumstances. To dream that you are in a museum,�represents the things you value in life.�Objects in the museum symbolizes memories and talents.

Jar
To see a jar in your dream symbolizes the feminine womb. You are seeking protection. The dream may also be a pun on feeling “jarred” or shaken up by something or someone.

Flesh
To notice your flesh in your dream represents a heightened sense of feeling and vitality. It symbolizes your sexual urges and physical desires. To dream of flesh being eaten suggests that you are under tremendous stress and feel drained.

Art Gallery
To dream that you are in an art gallery represents your past experiences. Something in your past is having an impact in your current situation. Alternatively, the dream may be telling you that you need to capture some moment and preserve it.

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alex:
this woman and i are walking a baby penguin, or a baby something. it’s a bird. its back is black. its wings are flipperish. it can swim. it has some yellow spikey feathers near its head, though, so it isn’t exactly a penguin. looks like a penguin with a little yellow crown, i guess, or a mohawk. i don’t know. this is a weird walk, cause we are somewhere tropical, walking along a beach. there is a little island not far from shore at all, so we swim, and the bird follows like it’s a dog or something, always 5-20 feet away, checking stuff out and coming closer if we get too far apart. in any case, asides from the awesomeness of walking a baby penguin… the only thing that happens beyond that is that at one point during our swim, we come near a tiny little island that is a nesting ground for some other type of bird… and little penguin just climbs out of the water with its flipperwings and tries to walk across it. it gets pounced and partially ravaged by some birds there. i think they’re going to kill it because they’re so much bigger, but i make it out of the water before the penguin’s too badly injured, and i throw ghandfuls of gravel/sand at the birds and they give us some room. we walk off the island and continue.

then i have a dream about walking through some really psychedelic woods. the lighting is all weird. huge amounts of aqua and light blues. occasionally mild oranges and reds. the place is full of snakes. i am mostly running the whole time because i think the snakes are the least of my worries, though i can’t remember why. there are crazy mushrooms in there. it’s a stoner dream, emo. i have to be cautious as i near the various snakes, and then after that, i can see where everything is, so i would sprint a bit and then go back to being stealthy. i think it may have physically connected to the other dream — like maybe i swam out of the water onto an island which contains these woods, but the woman and penguin are gone and the feeling is more nightmarish. i don’t know.

after that, i find a building. it’s really big. it’s like an old 1960’s hospital or something. then the dream turns rather zombie-apocalypse. i forget what happens exactly, but i am under the impression that i have been running out of the woods from zombies. in any case, i’m picking my way through the well-lit hospital, and there is mos def scary shit around, but it sounds pretty far away. i hear someone scream in the distance on occasion, but the hallway that i’m in is pretty much dead… i’m just trying to find people. it’s a full-on nightmare at this point.. my dreams have a certain flavor to them when they are nightmares. something can be a nightmare without anything particualrly bad happening (though something bad usually happens). to describe the feeling… i’d say its like sitting at the movies and watching a horror film… but you haven’t seen any blood and guts yet. it has that feel.. and your mind looks for something sinister even during the mundane plot development. thats what my nightmares feel like… something bad is going to happen at some point. so then, i’m crossing a bridge between wings of the hospital (not too disimilar to the layout of a hospital i worked at when i was 14-18) and the sounds of people yelling get much, much closer, and i think they’re further down the same hall i’m in. i start running towards the sounds, and i notice a row of operating tables occupying the left wall of this wide hallway. i hear the people very close now… but i’m temporarily more intested in what’s on these tables. there are a few corpses… some fresh, some old (though there is no smell/flies/anything, really). some have white sheets, but there is one table that has a naked female lying on her side. her body is painted silver. the paint is thick; it can almost be a skin-tight suit, but i think it’s more like latex paint or something. her face is completely painted over, obscuring any facial features. there are crimson lines in the paint. i’m not sure why exactly. they mostly look decorative. one may have been a belt. another may have been a shoulder strap… and then there is a wide oval circling where both her eyes would’ve been, as if she were some sort of silver cyclops. her mouth is smoothed over by this latex-like metalic silver mask/suit thing. her hair is dirty grey-beige and looks like a wet hairbrush. it’s unclear if she is really a human body or more like some weakly-featured scuplture. it’s also unclear how her hair comes out of this suit, given that her body is pretty much sealed by it… which makes me think, maybe it is skin. in any case, my fascination with the silver corpse comes to an end as numerous people come running down the hall… perhaps 6-10 people, and they slam a door at the end of the hall. they are panting and yelling at each other. then they see me, they say some things to me, and i’m not sure what’s going on. they were running from something, for sure. they are talking a million miles a minute at me. i’m not sure whats going on. and then the sivler corpse moves a little bit. everyone starts screaming, and someone yells something about a “silver shrieker”… or it was something like that. they all scatter. i just stand there staring at her. she grabs a syringe from near her operating table and starts to scratch at where her eyes would be. i see the silver tear. there is something gooey and beige/grey underneath. it’s mucousy as the silver peels back from whatever is underneath. something yells at me, “DON’T LET HER SEE YOU WHAT YOU ARE DOINGGGG!” it occurs to me that i am super fucked, and the fear of the group possess me. her face is almost free of whatever that silver stuff is, and she is going to see me, so i dive into a room which is immediately behind me and across from her. it makes a lot of noise, and three people are in there cowering. i hide just around the corner from the doorway (there is no door), and just as fast as i make it there, i hear the silver woman pounce off her table onto the floor and scamper towards me. her face comes around the edge of the door and pauses one foot away from me. i’m holding super still, trying not to breathe, but her face is terrifying. the flesh near her eyes just sinks like the interior of a flower… sinks towards a tiny stem that comes out like the male sex organ of a flower. the tiny stems that must be eyes or some form of sensory organ are a dark blood-ish purple.. and they move very slowly as if tasting the air. it’s like a decay flesh flower, or perhaps like the tongue of a snake, at the same time. her mouth is huge and lipless… large teeth, all canines interlock… and she opens her mouth and mucous and slimy shit is pulled apart as the teeth separate. i’m so scared that i start to hyperventilate. i’m trying to control the movement of my chest. it’s very mild; i hope she cant see me breathing. i’m guessing she can’t see if i don’t move because she hasn’t killed me yet, but the panic in me is getting so strong she has to go away or surely she will see me moving. i’m trying so hard to control my breathing that i am almost completely physically awake at this point. but the dream continues, very shallowly as she backs out of the room and i hear her fleshy feet pat their way down the hall. i don’t plan on moving for the next hour and then i fully wake up.

jason:
i don’t remember the setup, but i was outside and something bad happened.  a bunch of creatures in the area were affected, including a cute-looking baby raccoon, and i knew that I needed to kill it now.  i had a specific reason for killing it at the time, but i can’t remember it.  i tried to strangle it first, but that didn’t work… it was too fluffy or something.  so i had to snap its neck against the ground.  i don’t think it felt much (it didn’t fuss) but i still felt REALLY bad, cause y’know, i didn’t want to kill the cute baby raccoon.  it didn’t bleed at all, but afterward there was its blood on my hands.  i didn’t even try and wipe it off.

jeanette:
last night’s dream was really weird. part of it, i was with mike and jenn. mike’s friend had committed suicide. and we were talking about (or knew somehow) how he did it, and then all of a sudden he moved, and we were like WTF. and then he moved again and then sat up and was ALIVE. so weird.

and then the other part of the dream i was on vacation somewhere in CA with my family and all of a sudden, i saw tom. i didn’t recognize him right away but did after a bit and he was with 3 girls (1 blonde) and i assumed one was his GF and was SO PISSED that he was in CA without even telling me even though we had just spoken (which we haven’t really, just a short nonchalant email about some youtube video last week). then he ran after me and was like, “no, that’s not my gf.”

and that’s all i remember from the dream. but i remember it being really random and convoluted w/random scenes etc.

tammy:
i went to the school/gym sort of place where a bunch of people i knew were. when i got there, there was all this commotion. i found out that a girl had been murdered and was hanging from a shower head. by the time i got there, they had put up a tarp-like material over her, but she was still hanging. in this school/gym place, there were a lot of shower stalls, but the one the girl was murdered in was the one in the front corner. as i was walking around after that trying to figure out what to do, i saw this girl i went to high school with named jessica. she was sitting and we started talking and she offered me a cookie (chips ahoy like?). then my brother came up to us and i was waiting for him to let me know what i should do. instead i just noticed that his jacket was a puffy jacket that was too big for him – which i found odd b/c he normally wears pretty stylish/fitted clothing. the end.

(side note: haven’t had a dream in a while and i think other people have lost interest in submitting as well. whatever. what can you do.)

vivian:
one fucked up dream. claire gives me two shoeboxes full of little animals. one box has little rabbits and the other has little deer. so generally, deer are herbivores, but the particular deer in my dream were not. they ate rabbits. so what one would do to feed the deer is put one deer — a buck — into the rabbit box, let him kill a rabbit, and then he would bring back the food to the other deer. the rabbits and deer were maybe quarter-sized, with the baby deer and rabbits being like a quarter of that. well, i put one of the bucks into the rabbit box and all seems fine and he kills one, i THINK. i put him back in his box but after a while i notice that he is bloody, and not moving, and now nothing in the deer box is moving. i look back in the rabbit box and it is the same. for some reason i grab some of those metal rulers with the cork backing on them and start measuring something in or on the rabbit box. unfortunately, i accidentally drop it and i crush all of the rabbits. they all die. and they seem like they are made of clay or something. no blood. just mushiness. i’m traumatized. extremely. later, i’m walking around, and i notice my hands are caked with a clay-like substance, and i know that it is the rabbit guts. and i’m freaked out.

(dream symbology: alex looked up the dream for me and basically concluded that because deer and white rabbits both stand for female qualities, and them dying means the supression of female qualities… along with some other things… that the dream basically means i either want to be a whore or will soon be a whore. haha.)

alex:
so i had gone on some sort of roadtrip to a small city on the water (about the size of edmonds, wa).  i had parked my car and some people and i (i’m not sure who exactly) started walking into the small city.  we took part in a few activities that involved rafts and going along the waterfront side of the city, most of which was accessible from these little zodiacs we had been rented.  the city had a cement/rock pier that went out to sea the way some lighthouse piers do, but at the end of the pier, there was a building that didnt look much like a lighthouse.  it may still have been a lighthouse, but really it looked like a short version of the space needle, and had a disproportionately large disk (though a short ver of the space needle was still very tall).  it was obviously a tourist attraction and was some what nautically themed, or at least it reminded me of a ferry.  the sun was mostly set as we (still not sure who ‘we’ is…) walked through the downtown.  despite being small, the downtown had a few skyscrapers.  this whole city would’ve been very odd looking if viewed from any particular distance.

i had been walking along the front of a very beautiful cathedral, admiring its stonework as well as the large park across from it, when i noticed a really old industrial building across the other side of the park.  its most notable feature was one giant smokestack that had a twisted look (in all senses of “twisted”). though it went straight up and down, its surface was the pattern of an upwards spiral, like a coiled snaked or a candy cane.  really it just looked like someone had chopped off the leg of an ornate dining table and turned it into a chimney.  i could see heat distortions at the top of the smokestack.. i was admiring these and the colors of the post-sunset sky when the dream took a dark turn.

i heard/felt a really deep wooosh which shook the ground.  dark black smoke started pouring out of the smokestack and obscuring the oranges of my sky.  ‘how un-green,’ i thought to myself.  a funny thought cause i had clearly not yet detected the change in flavor of the dream.  the smoke poured out heavier by the second, and there was a perceivably growing rumble.  i looked around to see if anyone else seemed to think this was odd, or perhaps this always happened in this already strange city.   the smoke grew, and there were flames visible from the top of the tower… a huge quadrant of sky was missing in the blackness.  this can’t be normal.  another deep woosh shook the city, and a pillar of flames shot out the top of the tower.  i had been walking slowly towards the industrial building up until this point, but ash and actual flames were raining down on me.  something started pelting the area around me.. it was as if i was being shot at.. i wasn’t sure what was happening, so i started to run.  everyone in the area started to run.
i had made it around the corner of the catheral and the smokestack was out of site.  the rumbles and explosions were still audible.. and it sounded as if something large was lumbering through the city.  something had emerged from the factory and was ravaging the city.  i fled back to the rafts and gathered a few people and tried to make it back towards where i had parked.  from the raft, i could see that the ferry space needle was getting evacuated; people were dropping rescue rafts comically off of the top along ropes as if it were indeed some sort of ferry.  the rafts landed in the water surrounding the pier.  i awoke here briefly, and when i fell back to sleep i returned to this dream and things had changed quite a bit

<i>dream part two: the cake is a lie (lol…)</i>

i hadn’t made it back to my car; instead, one other person and i were hiding in some strange building.. the demon thingy was still going through the city.. i only call it demon because of its fiery emergence from the factory, and the feeling it produced around it. you could feel it in the distance as if it had some sort of aura of dread around it.

my friend and i decided the building we were in was just gonna get crushed eventually (the sounds were coming closer), so we should take the the street.   we began trying to descend the interior of this building. i use those words cause there were no stairs ot typical means to get out.  the build was ultra strange, it was a multi-level bathhouse / climbing wall.  from the top, you just looked down on many uniquely shaped pools and hot tubs at varying heights, crudely simulateling small pockets of water found on a cliff face.  despite this strange array of things, an escalator ran from the bottom floor to the top floor amidst the tangle of organically shaped pools of water and man-made cliff (complete w/ an occasional fake plant).
the escalator was out of our reach, so we kept climbing down.. at times, we would make it right over one of the pools and we could drop form one level to the next by falling into the water.. at other times we just climbed.

the muffled sounds of destruction were getting nearer to the building, and the feeling of dread was mounting.  we weren’t going to make it to the bottom before the demon made it to our building.  i could see the bottom floor .. the whole thing was a giant gift shop.. but it was too late. whatever was outside was already here — albeit still outside.

and then all the noise outside stopped.  i looked up at my friend confused. we didn’t question our luck. we just hurried to the bottom floor.  there were strange things in this gift shop, mostly clothes.  there were also these small trickles of water that had come all the way from the top of the buidllding. they were clean and uniquely colored, each flowing through a small ceramic track.  at the first floor some of these things came together, and there were labels… turns out each of the colored liquids was a different type of syrup.. lemon..orange.. coffee… carrot.. lots of flavors.  where the flavors came together there was a label breaking down what flavors came together at this point and what the new resulting flavor was.  this was the weirdest place ever.  i tried a coffee one as i walked by.. and then i found this odd one made out of 6 different ceramic paths.. it was labeled “carrot cake.”  i tried it too as i went by, and sure enough, it tasted like carrot cake…if carrot cake was a liquid.

my friends (there were 3 of us now..) looked around the gift shop for anything we might need and then we reluctantly made our way to the front door.  the city was perfectly silent.  the front door was a revolving door surrounded by LCDs, showing some graphic of a small pool of water on a cliff w/ a bonsai.  the LCDs also thanked people for visiting.

one of us started out the revolving door.. and i became once more conscious of the aura of dread.  there was no way we were gonna get away from whatever it was.. even now, it was just waiting.  i felt a surge of panic as the last guy entered the revolving door.. and i ran for it too.  as i ran, the monitors changed.. i don’t remember exactly what message was written on them — something about having caught me or my death.  the structure looked as if it took a breath right then.. everything solid lifted and clenched and then returned to rest as i pushed hard on the revolving door.

the previously ornate lattice of metal making the windows of the structure thickened and doubled, effectively growing a metal cage around all the windows.  the revolving door stopped in mid path, with me stuck in it.  i felt the pressence of something.. but i was so trapped that there wasn’t much to do.  the creature manifested behind me.. i could see it because all of the LCDs were just an image of the intetrior of the revolving door. it definitely grabbed me by my hair from behind, exposing my neck, and ran its hand along my throat.  i didn’t feel anything painful.. i just felt heavy..  and i felt my body fall away from my spirit.. if that makes sense. i felt something in real life.. i felt as if my muscles all unflexed after having been tensely flexed for quite a while.

i looked down at my body and i felt suddenly confused about why i was still here…it was quickly apparent that dying was banishing me from this dream.  i turned to face this particular manifestation of the demon, and he and everything started to fade… as my dream body died so did whatever thread of consciousness felt entitled to be there.  my real body seemed most important, and i woke up.