Dream 1/19/2004
First I was traveling through the forest with a small group of people, the forest was white and gray but not covered in snow, and was being pursued by some sort of shadowy creature. The trees were thick and gnarled, but not threatening, just old looking. It was all very monochromatic. I fled far and eventually escaped through an underground tunnel into this parking garage that was a car dealership. My, my brother and father were going to steal a car because we were in dire need of one to escape the shadow beast, but couldn’t afford to purchase it.
The garage was filled with all sorts of sports cars and racing vehicles, I remember many were red and white, there were a few cheaper cars there as well. The garage was two sectioned, the one smaller side had expensive racing cars on it, all looking very fast and capable of outrunning any shadow beast; the other larger section had the cheaper models, station wagons and vans with red racing stripes made up to look like racing cars. There was a fence separating the two, with a concrete barrier (like the ones at the center of highways) below it, there were some traffic cones and various roadwork items on the ground there, this was where the salesmen were standing around talking. We couldn’t steal one because the garage was too small and the salesmen would have spotted us.
After some perusing and trying to find a car that would be easily stolen with being noticed, I went upstairs to a small one-room apartment in which I lived. I was moving and a big crane picked it up and fit it into a box with a single opening in another part of town. The box was made of corrugated steal as well as the apartment; the door was a large opening on one side at the tope of a five or six floor building. The opening was facing the side of the building that was inaccessible and I remember being glad because there were people with automatic weapons on the floor in which I lived ( I think they wanted to kill me, more likely kill anyone that moved in). I remember the location it was moved to being a pretty bad neighborhood.
I left the house and was walking down the street; I remember train tracks being on my right, at the top of a small embankment, and the street was on my left. There were homeless all along as I went, mostly sitting along the embankment to my right, a few were hostile but were deterred by a large piece of concrete that I had swinging by a rope from my hand.
Then I encountered this girl, probably about 18 or 19, walking down the street. She had long black curly (big curls) hair and pale skin; she was wearing tight blue jeans and a magenta t-shirt that showed her belly button. Her hair was so black that no light reflected from it. I could tell she was attracted to me and began talking to her as we walked. She said her name was Black Forest, and that she was the daughter of this CEO in my building at work, which was where she was going now. She told me her father was away for the week and she had the house all to herself. I was to meet her at 5:30 at the back entrance of the building. It turned out she worked in the same building I worked, at Concorde. But the building was this huge marble thing with pillars and a giant marble hall. There was an exit in the front and back. In the back there were statues and potted plants (all marble) with large white concrete steps and a big dark oak door entrance, in the front were the large white round roman styled pillars and big white steps again. She left me at the back entrance after giving me a passionate kiss that said we were going to do more than hang out at her father’s house.
The lobby of the building was huge with a circular tiled marble floor, the outer tiles were white marble and in the center was a darker tiled pattern with a star in the center made out of white marble. I got in to the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor (Concorde); the elevator was this old wooden one with intricate carvings on the walls and old detailed carpets.
For some reason we went to the 25th floor, I think that was where black forest’s father worked. But Tom was up there in some sort of waiting room, it was gray carpeted with white walls (remember wooden window frames for some reason) and was discussing robbing the place and how much money it would make. After some discussion (I think was against the robbery because of Black) in which I learned more about Black’s father (whose first name I cannot remember, I think David or Daniel, but it could have just as easily been Maxwell, but I know I was told it in the dream),
I left Tom and tried to go to my floor; the elevator wouldn’t stop and was going abnormally fast. It rushed past 12 and kept going, hit the ground floor with a thud, in which I could hear that the elevator had been damaged, but I was ok, just a little shaken.
I got out and headed up another elevator, this one was modern with glass walls and a steel railing, I noticed as I rode that this one was going sideways. I looked out the glass wall and saw it was mounted on a single track that wound in a spiral around the lobby on the ground floor. By the time I finally got to the 12th floor, Steve had donuts for everyone, but I had missed them. Glancing at the clock, which was for some reason a black and white digital on the gray wall, I noticed it was 5:38 and I was late to meet Black.
I rushed down the elevator and she wasn’t there on the back steps, so I tried to call her house to get directions from a nearby payphone, at which I didn’t have to pay for some reason, and apologize for missing her. I talked to her for a little while and she was giving me directions when i awoke.
The garage was filled with all sorts of sports cars and racing vehicles, I remember many were red and white, there were a few cheaper cars there as well. The garage was two sectioned, the one smaller side had expensive racing cars on it, all looking very fast and capable of outrunning any shadow beast; the other larger section had the cheaper models, station wagons and vans with red racing stripes made up to look like racing cars. There was a fence separating the two, with a concrete barrier (like the ones at the center of highways) below it, there were some traffic cones and various roadwork items on the ground there, this was where the salesmen were standing around talking. We couldn’t steal one because the garage was too small and the salesmen would have spotted us.
After some perusing and trying to find a car that would be easily stolen with being noticed, I went upstairs to a small one-room apartment in which I lived. I was moving and a big crane picked it up and fit it into a box with a single opening in another part of town. The box was made of corrugated steal as well as the apartment; the door was a large opening on one side at the tope of a five or six floor building. The opening was facing the side of the building that was inaccessible and I remember being glad because there were people with automatic weapons on the floor in which I lived ( I think they wanted to kill me, more likely kill anyone that moved in). I remember the location it was moved to being a pretty bad neighborhood.
I left the house and was walking down the street; I remember train tracks being on my right, at the top of a small embankment, and the street was on my left. There were homeless all along as I went, mostly sitting along the embankment to my right, a few were hostile but were deterred by a large piece of concrete that I had swinging by a rope from my hand.
Then I encountered this girl, probably about 18 or 19, walking down the street. She had long black curly (big curls) hair and pale skin; she was wearing tight blue jeans and a magenta t-shirt that showed her belly button. Her hair was so black that no light reflected from it. I could tell she was attracted to me and began talking to her as we walked. She said her name was Black Forest, and that she was the daughter of this CEO in my building at work, which was where she was going now. She told me her father was away for the week and she had the house all to herself. I was to meet her at 5:30 at the back entrance of the building. It turned out she worked in the same building I worked, at Concorde. But the building was this huge marble thing with pillars and a giant marble hall. There was an exit in the front and back. In the back there were statues and potted plants (all marble) with large white concrete steps and a big dark oak door entrance, in the front were the large white round roman styled pillars and big white steps again. She left me at the back entrance after giving me a passionate kiss that said we were going to do more than hang out at her father’s house.
The lobby of the building was huge with a circular tiled marble floor, the outer tiles were white marble and in the center was a darker tiled pattern with a star in the center made out of white marble. I got in to the elevator to go up to the twelfth floor (Concorde); the elevator was this old wooden one with intricate carvings on the walls and old detailed carpets.
For some reason we went to the 25th floor, I think that was where black forest’s father worked. But Tom was up there in some sort of waiting room, it was gray carpeted with white walls (remember wooden window frames for some reason) and was discussing robbing the place and how much money it would make. After some discussion (I think was against the robbery because of Black) in which I learned more about Black’s father (whose first name I cannot remember, I think David or Daniel, but it could have just as easily been Maxwell, but I know I was told it in the dream),
I left Tom and tried to go to my floor; the elevator wouldn’t stop and was going abnormally fast. It rushed past 12 and kept going, hit the ground floor with a thud, in which I could hear that the elevator had been damaged, but I was ok, just a little shaken.
I got out and headed up another elevator, this one was modern with glass walls and a steel railing, I noticed as I rode that this one was going sideways. I looked out the glass wall and saw it was mounted on a single track that wound in a spiral around the lobby on the ground floor. By the time I finally got to the 12th floor, Steve had donuts for everyone, but I had missed them. Glancing at the clock, which was for some reason a black and white digital on the gray wall, I noticed it was 5:38 and I was late to meet Black.
I rushed down the elevator and she wasn’t there on the back steps, so I tried to call her house to get directions from a nearby payphone, at which I didn’t have to pay for some reason, and apologize for missing her. I talked to her for a little while and she was giving me directions when i awoke.