2012-07-06, 04:09 AM
Sounds like fun, I don't always dreams at all but when I do I usually find them quite interesting. Woke up from this dream about 3 hours ago, it's a bit long.
It starts in a forest, it's night time. Me, my brother and my mother are walking through it on a faint path along with a small party of others, none of whom were memorable. We were walking in silence. A couple of the group have lanterns so our path and surroundings are faintly lit with an orange light. At this point it is not clear where we are going or who's leading. It's not long before the forest begins to thin out and open up into a expansive clearing littered with upright rocks, with a large house at the far end and a stone path leading up to it, weaving between the upright rocks. The house façade itself was lit with flickering torches that also lit the immediate surrounding lawns, they were slightly unkempt with patches of daisies. Our troupe continues along this path, single file. The motive is still unknown at this point.
When we were close to the house, I can't remember if it was an exceedingly detailed optical illusion painted on one of the upright rocks or an actual 3D apparition, but this bright pink insignia made itself visible not far from the path. It was a bright pink heart shape with 3 purple slashes across it, it looked almost organic, even alive in the light of the lanterns and it was quite unnerving. It was at this point I was beginning to doubt whether we should even be here, despite not questioning why we were going here in the first place.
The doors opened as we approached. No-one welcomed us in but we continued to walk in anyway. We entered a vast stone hall with a high, steep roof with wooden beams across it and some long rough wooden tables that could easily seat hundreds of people. It was lit with more torches in brackets on the wall, along with a chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, which housed several candles. There were 6 large corridors leading off this hall, 3 on either side of the tables. They were barely lit at all and had no doors, leaving 6 gaping chasms of darkness surrounding us at all times, 6 vulnerabilities in this safe-house. Without prompting, we all took seats at random places as if to rest ourselves after a long trek. I don't recall feeling remotely out of breath, and I still had no idea what was happening or why.
[mind blanks out here]
The room is in panic, people are running in every direction, hopping over the tables and desperately trying to exit the vast hall, me and my family included. Oddly enough no-one ran out the way they came in, back outside, but instead ran into one of the inviting 6 corridors despite having no idea where they led to in this now deeply disturbing house. We ended up dashing towards the one nearest to us, the furthest one from the entrance on the right. At first the corridor was pitch black, but as our eyes adjusted the walls revealed themselves to be old stone, the ceiling had places where it looked like small chandeliers with candles had once hung and the floor was laid with flagstones. The sounds of our footsteps were swallowed by the fear, only leaving the sound of our breathing as we all ran from [i can't remember what].
We saw a light ahead around a corner, and we all sped up for it. We turned to find what appeared to be a fairly modern looking sports hall. It looked very out of place. The walls had fold-away climbing frames hung on it, there were unfinished metal beams holding the roof up here rather than wood and the floor had various different coloured lines on it for various different games. There were some foot-powered scooters with unusually large standing platforms and wheels leaning against the wall by the door. We entered, only to find the floor had virtually zero friction. We slid for metres if we thrust ourselves in a direction. Something about the light in this room was reassuring, although I don't recall seeing any light sources. Was the first time I had felt certain about anything so far. The fear subsided somewhat and my brother and I started treating it like you would a freshly varnished laminate floor, sliding across it in our socks and trying out the oddly proportioned scooters.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room drops completely, and I feel as if something appears in front of me mid-slide although nothing is seen. At this point my viewpoint changes from my own view to just above and a bit of distance away from the action. My face gets slashed twice from the jawline up to my forehead through either cheek simultaneously by an unseen attacker. From the new viewpoint I can see specks of blood fly up from my face where i had been slashed. It wasn't an excessive amount, fortunately my mind has never really dealt in particularly graphic gore when it came to dreams.
[mind blanks out here]
I wake up refreshed and in a good mood, it's 5am.
It starts in a forest, it's night time. Me, my brother and my mother are walking through it on a faint path along with a small party of others, none of whom were memorable. We were walking in silence. A couple of the group have lanterns so our path and surroundings are faintly lit with an orange light. At this point it is not clear where we are going or who's leading. It's not long before the forest begins to thin out and open up into a expansive clearing littered with upright rocks, with a large house at the far end and a stone path leading up to it, weaving between the upright rocks. The house façade itself was lit with flickering torches that also lit the immediate surrounding lawns, they were slightly unkempt with patches of daisies. Our troupe continues along this path, single file. The motive is still unknown at this point.
When we were close to the house, I can't remember if it was an exceedingly detailed optical illusion painted on one of the upright rocks or an actual 3D apparition, but this bright pink insignia made itself visible not far from the path. It was a bright pink heart shape with 3 purple slashes across it, it looked almost organic, even alive in the light of the lanterns and it was quite unnerving. It was at this point I was beginning to doubt whether we should even be here, despite not questioning why we were going here in the first place.
The doors opened as we approached. No-one welcomed us in but we continued to walk in anyway. We entered a vast stone hall with a high, steep roof with wooden beams across it and some long rough wooden tables that could easily seat hundreds of people. It was lit with more torches in brackets on the wall, along with a chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, which housed several candles. There were 6 large corridors leading off this hall, 3 on either side of the tables. They were barely lit at all and had no doors, leaving 6 gaping chasms of darkness surrounding us at all times, 6 vulnerabilities in this safe-house. Without prompting, we all took seats at random places as if to rest ourselves after a long trek. I don't recall feeling remotely out of breath, and I still had no idea what was happening or why.
[mind blanks out here]
The room is in panic, people are running in every direction, hopping over the tables and desperately trying to exit the vast hall, me and my family included. Oddly enough no-one ran out the way they came in, back outside, but instead ran into one of the inviting 6 corridors despite having no idea where they led to in this now deeply disturbing house. We ended up dashing towards the one nearest to us, the furthest one from the entrance on the right. At first the corridor was pitch black, but as our eyes adjusted the walls revealed themselves to be old stone, the ceiling had places where it looked like small chandeliers with candles had once hung and the floor was laid with flagstones. The sounds of our footsteps were swallowed by the fear, only leaving the sound of our breathing as we all ran from [i can't remember what].
We saw a light ahead around a corner, and we all sped up for it. We turned to find what appeared to be a fairly modern looking sports hall. It looked very out of place. The walls had fold-away climbing frames hung on it, there were unfinished metal beams holding the roof up here rather than wood and the floor had various different coloured lines on it for various different games. There were some foot-powered scooters with unusually large standing platforms and wheels leaning against the wall by the door. We entered, only to find the floor had virtually zero friction. We slid for metres if we thrust ourselves in a direction. Something about the light in this room was reassuring, although I don't recall seeing any light sources. Was the first time I had felt certain about anything so far. The fear subsided somewhat and my brother and I started treating it like you would a freshly varnished laminate floor, sliding across it in our socks and trying out the oddly proportioned scooters.
Suddenly the atmosphere in the room drops completely, and I feel as if something appears in front of me mid-slide although nothing is seen. At this point my viewpoint changes from my own view to just above and a bit of distance away from the action. My face gets slashed twice from the jawline up to my forehead through either cheek simultaneously by an unseen attacker. From the new viewpoint I can see specks of blood fly up from my face where i had been slashed. It wasn't an excessive amount, fortunately my mind has never really dealt in particularly graphic gore when it came to dreams.
[mind blanks out here]
I wake up refreshed and in a good mood, it's 5am.