(Entered in dream journal at 7:40 AM at Starbucks on 43rd Street and Third Avenue in Manhattan.)
Dream #1
I was in a large building like the New York Public Library's Schwarzman building. I was with a couple other guys, who may have looked, at some points in time, like Ancient Greek philosophers. We had been running from or attacking some evil entity or evil group of people, possibly like zombies.
At some point I got separated from the other men, possibly on purpose. I may now have been trying to find the men again.
I was in a weird area like an atrium in the center of four staircases. The area was like a garden, with patches of vegetation, soil, and pebble-paved paths. There was a skylight letting in grey-white light. The place had been sunk down at the bottom of the short staircases on which I was standing. The area was probably half a story below ground level. I'm not sure how I got down there -- jumping, floating, etc.
I ran through that garden and jumped over some waist-high, marble railing and into a balcony-like hallway, which was also set up like a garden. As I walked through these gardens I heard voices call for me. They were probably the voices of my friends. But I no longer trusted my friends. I thought that by now the zombies had gotten them, and that they were now just trying to lure me to them so that they could infect me, too.
I was now trying to figure out how to walk through this garden. The path wasn't set up in some places, so that I'd get my feet dirty in walking through this area. This was something I couldn't do. But possibly, as I walked forward, squares of pebbled pavement would appear under my feet, keeping my feet clean.
No comments:
Post a Comment