Whoops, I skipped some dreams. So sue me!
Dreams 1/11
Something about learning to fly at school, and guiding democelles to the ground, and multiple (altitudinous) layers of delusion about the world around us. A sky-mansion that needs robbing. Flying in this dream worked entirely different than normal, independent of the usual rules. Was able to fly in any direction, though it was easier to perch on things. Guards circulated continuously but never looked up.
Dreams 1/13
Pseudo-nightmares.
It was... there was this cache of gold coin that had been rediscovered that had been put together by a bunch of rich folks who thought the world was going to end. I was one of the many rightful heirs. But instead of getting passed on to the people who should probably have inherited it, it was rediscovered by the government and turned into a local landmark/exhibit. So there were all these curators and staff, there, and there was something wrong. Because I went there with the intention of stealing my fortune back, being a cunning and clever rogue (not myself), and I uncovered a terrible conspiracy. There was some dark power deep in the basement, which lead into deeper caverns. And all the light was reddish and had the quality of being reflected off of gold. Lots of gold coins. Gold everywhere. And the impressions of eyes in the walls, that weren't there if you looked directly at them.
I had to disable the door, somehow, which knew not to open to me. I think I just broke it. And there were shambling zombies all throughout the basement-- not the kind that you can overpower, either, the kind that look at you with a weird pseudo-intelligence and will destroy you with their superior strength if they get ahold of you.
And once I escaped the basement I had to convince the museum staff that I hadn't taken anything. Which was impossible, because the dark power had taken a hold on their minds, and was assuring them I had. But I escaped, and locked their front door, I think, which gave me time to escape in my car while they went around the back... even though I lost my keys.
Then some friends convinced me to accompany them back there, even though I tried to warn them, and things got worse and worse, but at that point I was waking up so it was no big deal.
Something about learning to fly at school, and guiding democelles to the ground, and multiple (altitudinous) layers of delusion about the world around us. A sky-mansion that needs robbing. Flying in this dream worked entirely different than normal, independent of the usual rules. Was able to fly in any direction, though it was easier to perch on things. Guards circulated continuously but never looked up.
Dreams 1/13
Pseudo-nightmares.
It was... there was this cache of gold coin that had been rediscovered that had been put together by a bunch of rich folks who thought the world was going to end. I was one of the many rightful heirs. But instead of getting passed on to the people who should probably have inherited it, it was rediscovered by the government and turned into a local landmark/exhibit. So there were all these curators and staff, there, and there was something wrong. Because I went there with the intention of stealing my fortune back, being a cunning and clever rogue (not myself), and I uncovered a terrible conspiracy. There was some dark power deep in the basement, which lead into deeper caverns. And all the light was reddish and had the quality of being reflected off of gold. Lots of gold coins. Gold everywhere. And the impressions of eyes in the walls, that weren't there if you looked directly at them.
I had to disable the door, somehow, which knew not to open to me. I think I just broke it. And there were shambling zombies all throughout the basement-- not the kind that you can overpower, either, the kind that look at you with a weird pseudo-intelligence and will destroy you with their superior strength if they get ahold of you.
And once I escaped the basement I had to convince the museum staff that I hadn't taken anything. Which was impossible, because the dark power had taken a hold on their minds, and was assuring them I had. But I escaped, and locked their front door, I think, which gave me time to escape in my car while they went around the back... even though I lost my keys.
Then some friends convinced me to accompany them back there, even though I tried to warn them, and things got worse and worse, but at that point I was waking up so it was no big deal.