Third week of my dream journal entries

08-12-22

Something about going to a town nearby with the train, first with my maternal grandparents, then my paternal. We followed the street into town but it kept getting longer and longer and the road got busier and busier. There was also something to do with Franka? I've been dreaming a lot about those comics lately.

09-12-22

No entry

10-12-22

Snake????

Something about fleeing through the desert with a convoy of people, it's very Dali-esque and there's a snake with hair that jumps over fences.

11-12-22

No entry

12-12-22

I keep forgetting to do my memory exercises when I wake up. Or maybe my dreams have been harder to remember now that I'm sick.

13-12-22

Had to train my mind to do some miraculous reality bending bullshit on a platform in the sky, it didn't work and the people training me were upset but I didn't care. 

I was in a countryhouse and needed to hide from someone- luckily the place was full of hidden rooms behind paintings and tables and even a grandfather clock. The entrances to the hidden rooms itself were huge and super cool.

We gave a theater performance using the entire house as stage (the perspective was very non-euclidean) but it felt like I was the only one who had to improvise the whole choreography and songs. Halfway through the place transformed into a museum cafeteria.

Somewhere inbetween we visited a neighbourhood by bike but war broke out and we had to leave.

I was working in one of the houses (that i just had to leave behind??). Dan Avidan was there and he's made a "discreet hottub for your feet" (???) We agreed the only way it could be improved was if you could use the tub while at work (????). Something something I'm wearing a huge bathtowel idk at this point it devolved into nonsense.

14-12-22

Had to catch a plane with Dino at the dream!airport but first we needed to get nuclear blue boba (yeah that sounds like me). We ended up missing the dream equivalent of our gate (which was in dream!venice, you know, the fucked up venice I've dreamt of before) but it was ok because our flight was actually six days later. 

Next scene, we're in a location I can't place but have been before, like the fairground/themepark location I dreamt of a while ago. it looks like a less decrepit small heath, but completely empty and eerie despite having some friends with me. We near the dream!themepark that's mostly been taken over by the dream!zoo, but parts of the indoor playground are still intact. We go inside and on the right, seperated by glass, is a water area with creatures that are part of the zoo, on the left is the playground. 

All the lights are off but we can still get inside and it's got this feeling of... wrongness.

Like everything is painted the wrong shade and is a little too big and a bit too cold and the air feels too clammy. There's a significant ick-factor that I can't pinpoint but is everpresent. It felt so off. Someone eventually remembers there used to be an art gallery in the cellars and we go in search of it. It's still there; we had to descent a rickety carpark staircase to get there and the whole place is set up like a labyrinth but we found it. The air there is just as awful as upstairs and we can all feel it. The paintings aren't as horrid as we remember them but everything still seems bizarrely inappropriate. We feel trapped, even though if one of us sat on the other's shoulders we could see over the walls with ease. We don't and I'm glad of it because I dread to think of what we might find at the centre of the labyrinth...

We leave the themepark and try to go home, but I have to climb over a tall house with a shabby rooftop balcony to get back to the main street. The ground is wet and slippery.