I dreamed twice today.
The first, was when I was walking through West Ham Park, East London and I saw two sets of groups of people. I was filled with excitement as I anticipated that this was the friday footy group, though when I ran across the desert red pitch, the numbers increased and I was looking side to side
at the amount of people who turned up. Then blank, I wake up suddenly.
My Second dream.
Such a futuristic dream I think, I was in a large dim lit room, single beds which had the feeling of like being in an airplane, but large rooms...
also the little side windows were a good indication. I recognized a few faces, Dennis. Most of the boys in the room were in bed so I assumed that this was only a boys flight?
I walked through the door to the next room, to find a large straight staircase leading to the room above, there were some beds here as well..
I appear to be wearing some casual attire for clubbing...
I walk through a door that somewhat looks like it leads to outside the airplane or aircraft. There is a narrow spiral staircase that sprouts from the depths of this aircraft to the top. Then I open the door outside and see a lot of people in casual attire, women in dresses, and men in jeans and whatsoever. The light seems to be turning to dusk slowly.
There is this one girl that catches my eye and she notices, she is wearing a purple dress, oriental looking. Then it turns moonlight light, and everyone rushes in, I lock the door, but someone opens it, and everyone goes up and down on the narrow stairwell and other passages assuming everyone is going to their rooms, and then I smile at her, and I say "space dust" (I do not know what this means)and she smiles back, I go through the door to the room with the straight stair case to the room above and I see Vitalis and Tolsin or Doalapo resting on their beds, I turn into my room and I tell someone to get off the PC, and turn it off, then I wake up thinking, "What is space dust?" Why did I say it?
I was left confused about this vivid dream. I assumed I was in the future with this strange incredible roomy aircraft.
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Chris's dream mixes a real, mysterious world, and is surreal.
As if, Alice in a mysterious country.
I am looking forward to your blog very much.
And,
I want also to write the dream in the blog.