Dream Journal

8/5/2020 - 8/6/2020

To start out, it was lunchtime at school. I don't each lunch so I went outside for recess. I guess, apparently, I was in elementary school again. There was a big wooden play set, and a small plastic one. I went to the small plastic one, and I remember thinking, "wow, it's really hard to move, almost like I'm in a dream." But then my dumbass decided, "but this is real life so I should just ignore that." So anyways, as I got over to the play set, three things happened. One, I noticed someone I actually recognize from school walking beside me, but she didn't say anything. Two, the small player suddenly became huge. And three, it became a little foggy, for no reason. So I start climbing the set, and the girl I recognize says something two which I respond, but I can't remember what. Then another girl joins us, but now that I think about it, I don't recognize her. But when I was dreaming, I'm pretty sure I was crushing on her. So the three of is continue climbing, and I remember the second girl and I were racing along the set. It felt like floating on air, almost. I felt free. It was super fun, too. Almost like an obstacle coarse. The girl I recognize kept up, of course, always right behind, but she never got beside or in front of us. Then, occasionally, we'd come across, like- you know those hoops that hang from a bar, but you run across them like money bars? Yeah those. Anyways, sometimes we'd get to those, and the girl I was crushing on and I would still be racing, but this time harder than before because we somehow knew their was a zip line at the end to a lower part on the play set. Everytime, when we got to the hoop that was the zip line, we'd both be holding onto the previous hoop and trying to grab the zip line. The unspoken rule was that whoever grabbed the hoop first got it (we played fair, we weren't savages smh). The problems were, however, the following: Firstly, the girl was taller than me. Secondly, the hoop for the zip line was something you had to either swing or jump yo be able to reach, and we were both hanging onto the previous hoop, so our swinging happened at the same time. Third of all, my hands always felt sweaty, once we'd gotten to this part. But oh, we'd laugh the whole time, fake pushing each other and taunting.. The girl I recognized always just stood behind, smiling and letting us have our fun, but she's occasionally make some witty quip that sent us into another fit of giggles. And ofc it's hard asf to reach the hoop when we're laughing. But two out of the three times it happened (the first and last), I got to the zip line first. I was always really scared to go down though, because my hands were super sweaty, and trust me when I say, I know how absolutely sucky it is to fall off the top of a play set. Also, it hadn't occurred to me then, but yeah no there weren't any harnesses. We were just elementary (maybe middle) school kids just running around freely on this thing. So anyways, after I'd go down, the two girls would come down after me and we'd just start running again. Now, mind you, when I said obstacle coarse, I meant as in- a kid play set with all the average play set stuff, but that's 200ft high, with zip lines and little parts to jump over and under, little holes to jump over, no harnesses, and it was just overall a very unsafe environment... But we never noticed, because we were too busy having fun. Racing up, zip lining down, racing up, zip lining down, racing up, then finally, zip lining down down one last time. And I remember, during all this, no one really talked to us. Sure there were a few other people, but they never came over, never even looked in our direction. But, getting back on track, once we'd gone down the third time (I remember my hands being overly sweaty, so much I was afraid I might actually fall, instead of just experiencing my natural cautiousness when it came to heights), both hands holding on tightly to the hoop, the play set vanished, the two girls along with it. Not thinking this was strange, because it's a dream so ofc why would I smh, I see a small staircase on the side of the building, next to the cafeteria, that leads downward. I go down, because why not, what I find is a really dark room with stone brick walls, medieval like touches lighting a pathway down the middle, and, sitting right where they lead, is a throne. And atop that throne, sits what I could only best describe as a man (with a very strong and authoritative, intimidating body type) made of dark molten rock, wisps of fire coming off of him every now and then, just lounging (and yes, I do mean lounging) their with an equally intimidating crown on hid head. At his right (my left) side, he held a first sword that was honestly more of a giant butchers knife. And to his left (my right), against the wall, stood a man made of both blue, fiery ice, so cold it'd burn to touch, and the molten rock that so obviously matched the King's. To his own right, he held his own smaller version of the Kings sword, but his was both cold and hot.. This man was the King's son. A prince. And at the back of my head, a realization hit me. The king, who I was actually kinda scared of, and who was glowering down at me, feeble little me, was my father. And the man standing off to the side was my brother. Then, seemingly out of the blue, the King gets up with a look of pure rage on his face. Terrified, I take a step back, another as he picks up his sword, but for some reason I'm stuck to the spot. I don't run. The King stomps over to my brother so quickly I'm left with my jaw dropped. A man of that size has no right to be able to move that fast. He grabs my brother by the neck and slams him against the wall. The motion shakes the whole room, and I'm left fallen to the ground. But I'm still unable to move, just sitting there and observing, watching in fear as this all plays out. The King is now roaring at my brother, but, despite his volume, I can't make out a single thing he says. I also can't remember if my brother responded or not, but he did glare right back, his gaze unwavering. He knew the King had the upper hand here, but he refused to back down. Whether it was this finally snapped whatever self control the King had left, or whether it was something my brother said (again, I can't remember if he did say anything but if he did that could've been it), the king took his sword into his left hand and slashed it down from right between where my brother's neck and shoulder met, to right above his elbow. As my brother screamed in pain, his entire right arm fell off in two pieces. His shoulder and part of his biceps, and the other part of his biceps, along with his elbow and everything below that. It also shaved off part of his chest, but that was merely a flesh wound, especially compared to the state of his arm. But there was no blood. The King swung his sword threateningly at me, then went back to sitting on his throne without giving my brother a second glance. My brother, on the other hand, is whimpering and trying to gather his arm pieces. I rush over and help him up, making sure he didn't drop anything, and we run out as fast as we can to a place that can put his arm back. I have only time to notice that the stairwell I'd previously come down was now a hallway/cave before everything vanishes again. But this time, it's actually everything; the school goes too. When I come to again, I'm in a building with my dad and brother (who both now look like that normal selves. No ice, fire, molten rock, crowns, swords, etc etc), walking towards an elevator. When we finally get there, a woman yells for us to hold it, so we do. When the elevator stops, we get out into a beautiful flat apartment. I would take the time to describe it, but this dream is already taking long enough (to put is as basically as I can, though, it has; a white floor, ceiling, and walls. White furniture with wooden tables/side tables that had either plants in pots or lamps on them. The entire outer wall was gone, so we could see outside to the sparse woods not far away. The view was to die for). The lady comes in with us, for some reason, and for some reason, so does another guy who, I swear to false god, was not in the elevator with us. We chat for a bit, but, again, I can't remember what was said. In short, however, the man ends up taking out a machine and putting it on one of the tables. The lady takes a vial out of the machine, explains what it is, then hands it to me. But everything sounds like it's underwater at this point, so I don't hear her explanation. But somehow I just know I'm supposed to drink it. So I do. And I walk away. I walk down a flight of stairs that's now next to the elevator, and as I walk I can faintly hear my dad calling out to me to stop and come back, but I don't. I don't, because that man creeped me out. I don't, because the lady scared me. I don't, because I didn't feel safe, even though not long before, my dad had been kind, and smiling, and promising to take me and my brother to a baseball game. I run out into the woods, vaguely aware that my dad is chasing after me, but I can't hear nor see him. Another strange thing, however, is that I know exactly where I'm going, despite never having been there before. Even in my dream, I know it was my first time. But now thinking back, it looked a lot like Allegheny, the part of the forest where a path is chopped down through the trees, the wood just being left there for any camping family to use for their campfire. But in the dream, there was no wood lying around, no fallen trees either. Just me, running from my dad, to a place I know, despite never going there before. I know my dad is still coming after me, but I don't stop (even though I still don't hear him. He's pretty damn far away). No, I don't stop, even when I come to what looks like a small ledge and waterfall. In the back of my mind, I know that the last time I was there (even though I hadn't been there before. It was very contradictory), the ledge was huge. If I fell down it, I'd certainly meet my end. But I can't see the other side of the ledge from where I'm now walking. There's a large tree branch that lines it, and sort of dangles over, so I, wanting to see the other side, climb onto it. It's a little bendy, kinda squishy I suppose, but over all able to support my measly 95 pounds. I look over the edge, and am pleasantly surprised to see it doesn't go nearly as far down as I thought it would. If I fell down, I'd maybe get a few bruises, though I'd be up and ready to keep going mere seconds after. But before I can do anything, my dad bursts over and demands I climb down off the tree branch and come over to him. Frankly, I don't want to, but I do anyways. He keeps yelling at me to be careful, but I'm just having fun. I eventually climb off, he stalks over and grabs my arm, and I wake up.

So... Yeah. That was one of my longer dreams, I know. But regardless, I've been thinking- if any of y'all who actually read this have an idea of what you think my dream(s) of the night might mean, feel free to comment, cos I'd really like to know. I already have my own interpretation, but I'm always curious to know others.