I dreamed of a man who could fly.
First I dreamed that I was looking at placard announcing upcoming plays (or were they movies?). One of the titles was The Man Who Could Fly. I definitely remember a movie called The Boy Who Could Fly (1986) Boy, not man. Anyway, I didn't think much of it.
Anyway, I walked away from the sign and into a crowd. I was in a school, I think. There was a bookshelf and it had duplicate sets of encyclopedias. I said that was wrong, we were only supposed to have one of each. Then someone stood up on the other side of the shelf, someone from work that I can't remember. She said, "Yeah, they made a mistake."
Then I spotted a man pick up a Pentel pen from the shelves and hid it under a Christmas tree. Yes, and since I am not a lucid dreamer, this did not seem odd at all. Then the next thing I know the man was behind me holding up my forearms and we were in the sky. If you had seen Miyazaki's production of Howl's Moving Castle think of the scene when Howl and Sophie were floating above the city. It was like that. At some point I felt that I was about to slip. I had to kick upward, sort of like when you tread water.
Without being told, I knew it was time to get down. We landed in a mall. Yeah, in a mall, not on the roof of the mall, in it. In National Bookstore. I think we just sort of faded into the place, because to me, it felt like the place just materialized around me. I turned and thanked the man. Those were the only words I said to him. I don't remember what he looks like, except that he was Caucasian. Then he walked over to one of the Christmas trees on display and retrieved a Pentel pen from underneath it.
That didn't strike me as weird at all. I figured it was some kind of key to get from one point to another.
Then I woke up and then the dream was nothing but weird.
Anyway, I walked away from the sign and into a crowd. I was in a school, I think. There was a bookshelf and it had duplicate sets of encyclopedias. I said that was wrong, we were only supposed to have one of each. Then someone stood up on the other side of the shelf, someone from work that I can't remember. She said, "Yeah, they made a mistake."
Then I spotted a man pick up a Pentel pen from the shelves and hid it under a Christmas tree. Yes, and since I am not a lucid dreamer, this did not seem odd at all. Then the next thing I know the man was behind me holding up my forearms and we were in the sky. If you had seen Miyazaki's production of Howl's Moving Castle think of the scene when Howl and Sophie were floating above the city. It was like that. At some point I felt that I was about to slip. I had to kick upward, sort of like when you tread water.
Without being told, I knew it was time to get down. We landed in a mall. Yeah, in a mall, not on the roof of the mall, in it. In National Bookstore. I think we just sort of faded into the place, because to me, it felt like the place just materialized around me. I turned and thanked the man. Those were the only words I said to him. I don't remember what he looks like, except that he was Caucasian. Then he walked over to one of the Christmas trees on display and retrieved a Pentel pen from underneath it.
That didn't strike me as weird at all. I figured it was some kind of key to get from one point to another.
Then I woke up and then the dream was nothing but weird.