It was my dream...
Aug. 15th, 2004 06:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparksolFirst off, I should say that this was a strange feeling dream. Things that were out of place, and should have been commented on by others, were taken in stride, as though I was the only one who thought they were out of the ordinary.
It started in a vehicle, like a 4-runner or SUV-type thingy. Some kind of family almost-offroad car. We were driving up in the hills, and the road drove like it was on the way from home to Cool, though the terrain wasn't the same. We were going because our house was being repaired from something. (I don't know what. I also 'knew' that our house was a three-story place with a basement which I've only seen in dreams.) We were headed to a kind of weekend resort, which had some kind of theme to it. We could only afford to go because this was the last weekend it would be open, as it was being shut down for some reason.
When we got there, the building had no name written on it, and was a several-story building. Other than the road, it was the only man-made structure in sight. The odd part here was that you couldn't see it until you were there. The parking lot was only big enough for maybe ten to fifteen cars, and ours was the only one I ever saw there.
The interior of the lobby was primarily a blue-gray color, with vaguely fuzzy walls. The staff uniforms (if that's what they were) were a kind of cross between comfortable-looking suits and robes, the same color as the lobby. There were desks and short fence-walls, kind of like at a bank, except there were no customers there. There was a room annex with glass walls seperating it from the rest of the room, and it had windows looking out on the parking lot, which in retrospect was odd because the outside of building on the ground floor had no windows. The interior glass could be dimmed - kind of like those auto-dimming sunglasses - with a dial. It somehow felt different in here, although I don't think anyone else noticed. There were also two elevators off the main lobby area, and a sign calling this level "Floor Zero." The only comments I heard about this was something about a sense of humor, although I thought there was more to it than that. A small group got off one the elevators dressed for the early 1900s, and they were talking about how similar it seemed, from a certain point of view. I didn't get to find out what they meant, as they walked through a door marked Gift Shop Exit.
We asked one of the staff, a rather tall lady (six, maybe six-and-a-half feet) with somehow indistinct hair color, where we were supposed to go from here. She apologized, saying they weren't ready for us just yet. She walked into the glass-walled room, and I (we?) followed her past the entrance. She met with a group of people in regular dark suits, and they started talking about why the place was being shut down. Seems a few people were concerned about the nature of the place, or lack thereof, and others felt that this was just not a safe place for unspecified reasons. I didn't care about that, the part that impressed me was that this lady seemed to be in charge here, or at least spoke for those who did. The glass began to darken, and when it had gone black, it was suddenly clear again, and it was night outside. A tall bald man came in, apologizing about some kind of malfunction in a time circuit. On the way out, someone asked how long we'd been 'stuck' like that. I guessed at a few hours, and the man said "Yes, about five."
During that time, they hadn't been ready for us, so we went outside. Next thing I know (maybe we slept in the car? maybe they did another timethingy?) it's morning, and we're walking back in. Though I don't recall a brochure, what I know about his place is that they do little tours to other times and close alternate realities. Most people seem to think it's some kind of trick, but the few who thought or sensed it was real and not just elaborate setups became worried for some reason, facilitating the place being closed.
Being ready for us now, we entered an elevator, which felt like it didn't move after the doors closed. (Now, I 'knew' we'd been to more places, but this is the only one I remember.) When it opened, we were on some kind of...island? There were clouds in the sky, and no elevator behind us. We were in some kind of zoo, but things were...wrong. The fence on the edges of the island, I looked over the edge to see the sea, and there was only more sky...and then I noticed the second of wrong things. There was a yellow streak of air, like LA smog-air magnified for just that streak. The sectioned-off areas where the animals should have been were almost empty, as though there were supposed to be more animals in there. The elephants were a whiter gray than they should have been, the monkeys looked at us over their fence, sadly, and then hunched back down. The peacocks were the size of ostriches, but acted like normal peacocks (ignoring us.) We wandered the island zoo for a long time, getting food at the convenience areas, which were empty of other people. The place really creeped me out, partly because it was kinda comfortable there. When we'd gone everywhere, we went to the lowest part of the island, and found the doorway out.
It took us back to the elevator, and I got my first real look at the buttons. The standard open/close doors, no emergency stop, ten buttons marked zero through nine, a +/- button, a CLEAR button, a GO button, and a digital display for intended destination floor. Next to the display was a little LED marked 'Valid and Ready.' The display blanked as I looked at it, but I saw that whatever floor we had been on had five digits and the minus displayed.
We went back down to Floor 0, since the zoo had been out last trip. Possibly the zoo's last trip, too...the place felt like it was dying around us.
As we went through the lobby again, towards the 'Gift Shop', I tried asking a crowd of the employees if there was any way I could stay on, as the possibility of visiting so many alternate places really appealed to me. They were ignoring me, but I know they heard me, as they added my request to their topic, being about what this place was all for, anyway.
We went into the gift shop, ('we' being a small group of people out of the total people living at 'home') and saw several souveniers of the places we'd been, and the places we could've gone. It was all standard tourist-y junk, though. Snowglobes, little eggtimers with placenames on them, a few postcards and pictures, T-shirts, that sort of thing. None of them interested me. One of the girls was picking up a lot of junk, though, enough for everyone and then some.
The next room was a dark hallway with a steep-but-not-too-steep downward incline. The walls and ceiling (if there was one) was black, with no visible light source. The floor was littered with rubbery-looking figures of skeletal and zombie-ish beings, looking like they were digging their way out of the ground. The visual effect was like a bad halloween display, and almost comical, but somehow I was filled with sadness. One of the girls had a shopping cart I don't think she had before, and was pushing it against and ramming the figures together. The sounds each figure made when they were touched was like the re-deads and gibdos from Zelda:OoT, and I realized the background noise I could hear was similar, and also seemed to be coming from nowhere. I felt kind of sick as I saw this, the way some people feel weird about walking on graves (which I normally don't.) Finally, I told her I'd take it, and picked up the cart and carried it down the now-tricky path down.
The next room, which was also the last, was filled with...I guess media is the best description. Books, games, DVDs, tapes, CDs, video games...all kinds, sizes, descriptions, subjects...it was all here. I didn't see any staff or cash registers, but I felt that everything here was for sale, or even free, though few took anything. The place was smaller than it should have been, and it felt like a giant bargain-bin, somehow. The exit here led back to the lobby, a few steps away from the exit to the parking lot.
There was another group of them here, including the lady who ran the place. I tried asking again, if I could come with them to wherever they were going next, because I'd had a dream about this before. Citing that I knew they were leaving at midnight, and even the building would be gone. She said it was possible, but I had to in the building when it happened. I ask if I would ever be able to return here, to this place and version of reality. They had a long pause, and one of them mentioned that I would never be able to come back here.
I was nearly in tears at this point, and the news didn't help. They started talking about how despite how much I wanted to come, that I loved my family so much I couldn't leave. I couldn't say that my family was the least of my concerns involving leaving,but I said I'd have to think about it and left. After a while I came back in, asking the lady what it would mean, what it was all like. She took me to the room that felt like a bargain-bin, and over to a slab of red clay on the wall I hadn't seen before. She took a twig, and started drawing on the slab of clay, which wasn't much bigger than a sheet of paper, though it was thicker. She drew simple lines, but I could see a deeper reality behind them somehow. The picture was of a girl with hair streaming out to the side, as if in the wind. There was a mountain in the shape of a mushroom, or perhaps just a giant mushroom, off in the background, and it had a large crack down the middle of it, nearly splitting the thing in two. A small, blob-like thing was a few feet away from the girl, and it reminded me more of a slime from the dragon warrior games than anything else. I got the idea that this was a scene at sunset, though I couldn't say why, or why it seemed so important. She said this was from a world four places away from this soap bubble of a world.
I asked if I could come along, and she said yes, but I had to be back in before midnight, and that I wouldn't need anything but myself. She seemed happy that they found anyone who would be coming along this time. I said I couldn't be sure I'd be coming, but if I would, then I'd be there.
We went home, and found the place looking just fine...until we went inside. It seems when it was repaired, they installed the gravity backwards, so the inside of the house was effectively upside-down for living things. It was supposed to be fixed in another day or so.
That night, I went back to the building. It was still as bright as sunset, but no one
commented or indeed even noticed. I felt there was something up with this, but whatever it was wasn't a big deal, just something I heard about but forgot, like a meteor shower. There were four other people there, from a demolition company. They'd already wired the place with explosives, and they were ready to bring it down just after midnight. They had just finished one last check to make sure no one was inside. Seems whoever it was was really concerned about this place even existing and wanted nothing left.
I asked if I could have a few minutes to look around the place, as it meant a lot to me. They checked their watch, and said I had two minutes, since they were bringing it down at 12:00 if they had to drag me out to do it. I said thanks, and walked up to the doors. I opened the door, and looked inside without entering. It was all empty, the desks were there as though bolted down, but it was all bare somehow, as though it really was empty. I just stood there for several seconds, deciding whether or not to enter. Just as it came down to it, I woke up.
I don't know which I'd have done. I know that from the outside, this could've been some kind of cult, or just a lot of elaborate insanity, but I just knew that this was the way out, at long last, and I didn't care.
I'd actually had this dream once before, but a few of the details were different.
For example, the first time, my home had been the normal house I live in. Second, I went to several different worlds, including ones from fiction, anime, stories, games, etc., instead of a garden-zoo.
The lady was new this time too. She wasn't a pretty lady, just a person, and in the first dream there was no one like that there, and no people who wanted to shut the place down. First time, when I went at midnight, it was actually dark, and I never went to the door of the building. There was no one else there, either, and at midnight, it faded out of existance right in front of me, while I stood there and watched it leave.
The red slab of clay and the picture on it were exactly the same, and though the actual drawing was barely a sketch, I don't think I could quite reproduce it.
This dream really hit me, and felt like a really happy-yet-sad experience.
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masstreble's dream involving Sparrow, but this still hit me in the heartstrings.
It started in a vehicle, like a 4-runner or SUV-type thingy. Some kind of family almost-offroad car. We were driving up in the hills, and the road drove like it was on the way from home to Cool, though the terrain wasn't the same. We were going because our house was being repaired from something. (I don't know what. I also 'knew' that our house was a three-story place with a basement which I've only seen in dreams.) We were headed to a kind of weekend resort, which had some kind of theme to it. We could only afford to go because this was the last weekend it would be open, as it was being shut down for some reason.
When we got there, the building had no name written on it, and was a several-story building. Other than the road, it was the only man-made structure in sight. The odd part here was that you couldn't see it until you were there. The parking lot was only big enough for maybe ten to fifteen cars, and ours was the only one I ever saw there.
The interior of the lobby was primarily a blue-gray color, with vaguely fuzzy walls. The staff uniforms (if that's what they were) were a kind of cross between comfortable-looking suits and robes, the same color as the lobby. There were desks and short fence-walls, kind of like at a bank, except there were no customers there. There was a room annex with glass walls seperating it from the rest of the room, and it had windows looking out on the parking lot, which in retrospect was odd because the outside of building on the ground floor had no windows. The interior glass could be dimmed - kind of like those auto-dimming sunglasses - with a dial. It somehow felt different in here, although I don't think anyone else noticed. There were also two elevators off the main lobby area, and a sign calling this level "Floor Zero." The only comments I heard about this was something about a sense of humor, although I thought there was more to it than that. A small group got off one the elevators dressed for the early 1900s, and they were talking about how similar it seemed, from a certain point of view. I didn't get to find out what they meant, as they walked through a door marked Gift Shop Exit.
We asked one of the staff, a rather tall lady (six, maybe six-and-a-half feet) with somehow indistinct hair color, where we were supposed to go from here. She apologized, saying they weren't ready for us just yet. She walked into the glass-walled room, and I (we?) followed her past the entrance. She met with a group of people in regular dark suits, and they started talking about why the place was being shut down. Seems a few people were concerned about the nature of the place, or lack thereof, and others felt that this was just not a safe place for unspecified reasons. I didn't care about that, the part that impressed me was that this lady seemed to be in charge here, or at least spoke for those who did. The glass began to darken, and when it had gone black, it was suddenly clear again, and it was night outside. A tall bald man came in, apologizing about some kind of malfunction in a time circuit. On the way out, someone asked how long we'd been 'stuck' like that. I guessed at a few hours, and the man said "Yes, about five."
During that time, they hadn't been ready for us, so we went outside. Next thing I know (maybe we slept in the car? maybe they did another timethingy?) it's morning, and we're walking back in. Though I don't recall a brochure, what I know about his place is that they do little tours to other times and close alternate realities. Most people seem to think it's some kind of trick, but the few who thought or sensed it was real and not just elaborate setups became worried for some reason, facilitating the place being closed.
Being ready for us now, we entered an elevator, which felt like it didn't move after the doors closed. (Now, I 'knew' we'd been to more places, but this is the only one I remember.) When it opened, we were on some kind of...island? There were clouds in the sky, and no elevator behind us. We were in some kind of zoo, but things were...wrong. The fence on the edges of the island, I looked over the edge to see the sea, and there was only more sky...and then I noticed the second of wrong things. There was a yellow streak of air, like LA smog-air magnified for just that streak. The sectioned-off areas where the animals should have been were almost empty, as though there were supposed to be more animals in there. The elephants were a whiter gray than they should have been, the monkeys looked at us over their fence, sadly, and then hunched back down. The peacocks were the size of ostriches, but acted like normal peacocks (ignoring us.) We wandered the island zoo for a long time, getting food at the convenience areas, which were empty of other people. The place really creeped me out, partly because it was kinda comfortable there. When we'd gone everywhere, we went to the lowest part of the island, and found the doorway out.
It took us back to the elevator, and I got my first real look at the buttons. The standard open/close doors, no emergency stop, ten buttons marked zero through nine, a +/- button, a CLEAR button, a GO button, and a digital display for intended destination floor. Next to the display was a little LED marked 'Valid and Ready.' The display blanked as I looked at it, but I saw that whatever floor we had been on had five digits and the minus displayed.
We went back down to Floor 0, since the zoo had been out last trip. Possibly the zoo's last trip, too...the place felt like it was dying around us.
As we went through the lobby again, towards the 'Gift Shop', I tried asking a crowd of the employees if there was any way I could stay on, as the possibility of visiting so many alternate places really appealed to me. They were ignoring me, but I know they heard me, as they added my request to their topic, being about what this place was all for, anyway.
We went into the gift shop, ('we' being a small group of people out of the total people living at 'home') and saw several souveniers of the places we'd been, and the places we could've gone. It was all standard tourist-y junk, though. Snowglobes, little eggtimers with placenames on them, a few postcards and pictures, T-shirts, that sort of thing. None of them interested me. One of the girls was picking up a lot of junk, though, enough for everyone and then some.
The next room was a dark hallway with a steep-but-not-too-steep downward incline. The walls and ceiling (if there was one) was black, with no visible light source. The floor was littered with rubbery-looking figures of skeletal and zombie-ish beings, looking like they were digging their way out of the ground. The visual effect was like a bad halloween display, and almost comical, but somehow I was filled with sadness. One of the girls had a shopping cart I don't think she had before, and was pushing it against and ramming the figures together. The sounds each figure made when they were touched was like the re-deads and gibdos from Zelda:OoT, and I realized the background noise I could hear was similar, and also seemed to be coming from nowhere. I felt kind of sick as I saw this, the way some people feel weird about walking on graves (which I normally don't.) Finally, I told her I'd take it, and picked up the cart and carried it down the now-tricky path down.
The next room, which was also the last, was filled with...I guess media is the best description. Books, games, DVDs, tapes, CDs, video games...all kinds, sizes, descriptions, subjects...it was all here. I didn't see any staff or cash registers, but I felt that everything here was for sale, or even free, though few took anything. The place was smaller than it should have been, and it felt like a giant bargain-bin, somehow. The exit here led back to the lobby, a few steps away from the exit to the parking lot.
There was another group of them here, including the lady who ran the place. I tried asking again, if I could come with them to wherever they were going next, because I'd had a dream about this before. Citing that I knew they were leaving at midnight, and even the building would be gone. She said it was possible, but I had to in the building when it happened. I ask if I would ever be able to return here, to this place and version of reality. They had a long pause, and one of them mentioned that I would never be able to come back here.
I was nearly in tears at this point, and the news didn't help. They started talking about how despite how much I wanted to come, that I loved my family so much I couldn't leave. I couldn't say that my family was the least of my concerns involving leaving,but I said I'd have to think about it and left. After a while I came back in, asking the lady what it would mean, what it was all like. She took me to the room that felt like a bargain-bin, and over to a slab of red clay on the wall I hadn't seen before. She took a twig, and started drawing on the slab of clay, which wasn't much bigger than a sheet of paper, though it was thicker. She drew simple lines, but I could see a deeper reality behind them somehow. The picture was of a girl with hair streaming out to the side, as if in the wind. There was a mountain in the shape of a mushroom, or perhaps just a giant mushroom, off in the background, and it had a large crack down the middle of it, nearly splitting the thing in two. A small, blob-like thing was a few feet away from the girl, and it reminded me more of a slime from the dragon warrior games than anything else. I got the idea that this was a scene at sunset, though I couldn't say why, or why it seemed so important. She said this was from a world four places away from this soap bubble of a world.
I asked if I could come along, and she said yes, but I had to be back in before midnight, and that I wouldn't need anything but myself. She seemed happy that they found anyone who would be coming along this time. I said I couldn't be sure I'd be coming, but if I would, then I'd be there.
We went home, and found the place looking just fine...until we went inside. It seems when it was repaired, they installed the gravity backwards, so the inside of the house was effectively upside-down for living things. It was supposed to be fixed in another day or so.
That night, I went back to the building. It was still as bright as sunset, but no one
commented or indeed even noticed. I felt there was something up with this, but whatever it was wasn't a big deal, just something I heard about but forgot, like a meteor shower. There were four other people there, from a demolition company. They'd already wired the place with explosives, and they were ready to bring it down just after midnight. They had just finished one last check to make sure no one was inside. Seems whoever it was was really concerned about this place even existing and wanted nothing left.
I asked if I could have a few minutes to look around the place, as it meant a lot to me. They checked their watch, and said I had two minutes, since they were bringing it down at 12:00 if they had to drag me out to do it. I said thanks, and walked up to the doors. I opened the door, and looked inside without entering. It was all empty, the desks were there as though bolted down, but it was all bare somehow, as though it really was empty. I just stood there for several seconds, deciding whether or not to enter. Just as it came down to it, I woke up.
I don't know which I'd have done. I know that from the outside, this could've been some kind of cult, or just a lot of elaborate insanity, but I just knew that this was the way out, at long last, and I didn't care.
I'd actually had this dream once before, but a few of the details were different.
For example, the first time, my home had been the normal house I live in. Second, I went to several different worlds, including ones from fiction, anime, stories, games, etc., instead of a garden-zoo.
The lady was new this time too. She wasn't a pretty lady, just a person, and in the first dream there was no one like that there, and no people who wanted to shut the place down. First time, when I went at midnight, it was actually dark, and I never went to the door of the building. There was no one else there, either, and at midnight, it faded out of existance right in front of me, while I stood there and watched it leave.
The red slab of clay and the picture on it were exactly the same, and though the actual drawing was barely a sketch, I don't think I could quite reproduce it.
This dream really hit me, and felt like a really happy-yet-sad experience.
It doesn't touch
masstreble's dream involving Sparrow, but this still hit me in the heartstrings.
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Wow...
Date: 2004-08-15 08:11 pm (UTC)I think I would take the way out, too. :/
Really incredible dream, though!
Thanks
Date: 2004-08-16 05:48 pm (UTC)