Wed. night's dream, continued
So after I decided not to try to lucid-dream Batch back to life, my dream shifted around a bit. It was still the same night, but now I was on some sort of treasure hunt through NYC, as were a lot of Burning Man types. There were signs in various places to let people know they were on the right track, but they didn't really tell you where to go next.
One sign was near an entrance to an elevated subway line, and I wavered about whether to get on the subway or go past it. Past it looked more appealing--an apparently abandoned waterfront--and I the subway could take me a long way away. But everyone else seemed to be climbing the stairs to the subway, so I decided to join them. (Gosh, my dreamself was such a sheep!)
Later, on a subterranean subway platform, I came across a large pile of wrapped presents. Each had a tag on it with a "Please deliver to _________" note with an address. Someone I knew was examining a package from the top of the pile carefully to see if it was a bomb or something dangerous. I began looking through the pile for one with an address near somewhere I might be going, so I could deliver it. I came across a package with no address, but with my name on it.
[Once I woke up I was delighted to have been able to read both the treasure hunt signs and the tags on the packages. Normally, I can't read in dreams, and trying to do so is so frustrating as to wake me up.]
One sign was near an entrance to an elevated subway line, and I wavered about whether to get on the subway or go past it. Past it looked more appealing--an apparently abandoned waterfront--and I the subway could take me a long way away. But everyone else seemed to be climbing the stairs to the subway, so I decided to join them. (Gosh, my dreamself was such a sheep!)
Later, on a subterranean subway platform, I came across a large pile of wrapped presents. Each had a tag on it with a "Please deliver to _________" note with an address. Someone I knew was examining a package from the top of the pile carefully to see if it was a bomb or something dangerous. I began looking through the pile for one with an address near somewhere I might be going, so I could deliver it. I came across a package with no address, but with my name on it.
[Once I woke up I was delighted to have been able to read both the treasure hunt signs and the tags on the packages. Normally, I can't read in dreams, and trying to do so is so frustrating as to wake me up.]