so, i've had some funky dreams lately.
1: i entered through a portal into another realm. i knew what i had to do. i had done this before, and i had to do it again, just right. many lives depended upon it. but something went wrong. i took too long, and the evil ruler of this realm captured and drugged me like everyone else there so we couldn't escape. we were kept on a small island, but i had to get away. finally, when no one was watching me, i dove into the churning waves around us. it was thick and i felt sluggish, like the liquid itself contained some of the drug we had been given. every time i put my head to the waves so that i could swim harder, i became disoriented, and i could feel the waves pulling on me, sucking me back toward the island. my arms were heavy and tired, but finally i reached a door suspended above the waves. i climbed in and found a room full to the ceiling of bottles of the drug we had been given. by now the evil ruler had discovered that i was gone, and he had sent people to come after me. i desperately scrambled around the room, throwing shelves of bottles to the ground looking for a way out. finding nothing, i removed a ceiling panel and began digging through the insulation. i dug up and up and up and it never seemed to end, but finally i found myself high in a building, wind blowing, thick beams of metal protruded from the top of the building as though it was unfinished, still being constructed, or perhaps in ruin. i was looking out on the surface of the moon. the evil ruler was behind me and as he dove for me, i jumped, fell, down and down, and landed, still alive, on the surface.
2: it began on a high watchtower, built out over the edge of a cliff. it hung there, feeling as though it shouldn't be able to stand the winds that bombarded it. waves below crashed violently. a man and a woman were there. they were the watchmen of the tower. creatures from below jumped and groaned, and fish that looked like they were from the very depths jumped high up the cliffs, even onto the gangways of the watchtower. the woman was leaving for a patrol on her glider. she told me to get on with her. i had no idea how to fly it. it was like a hang glider, but you rode on top of it. holding the flaps open with your feet so it would catch the wind. We rode down over plains, and there was a small hut and some people living there. all around there were what looked like minataurs, but they were being herded by the people as though they were livestock. she had to give the people some sort of assistance, so she landed and told me to take the glider back up above and wait for her. as soon as she was on the ground, the minataurs gathered around, and looked threatening. because of my poor ability on the glider, i couldn't land quickly though, so i had to just watch what unfolded until there was a break. wolves came running and seemed to scare off the minataur creatures. i finally was able to land, but a figure was approaching. a dark, inky looking figure that now oozed toward the woman's unconscious form. i tried to drag her onto the glider quickly, but not soon enough, and the oily formless creature sunk a tendril of black ooze into her skin. a strange sensation ran through me. lust, desire, intoxication, and i wanted to stay and stop trying, but with effort, and a growing feeling of sickness, i threw off this terrible hypnotic feeling. i knew that the woman was now infected with this corruption, and the only way to save her was to take her to the palace of the magicians. i had never been there, but i had magic and knew of the place. i did not know if they would listen to me or let me in, but i had to try. i flew through one of their upper windows and landed very haphazardly in the middle of the floor. magicians stood all around, barely showing that they had noticed me. the palace itself was beautiful. there was ironwork everywhere in the architecture. billowy twists and turns everywhere. it was gilt with the most glistening silver that fanned out over the dark iron.
3: i worked in a lab. everything was engulfed in a sterile, cold blue light. a woman came along and was telling people at the lab that she believed they had a sort of brain tumor, and that she could give them a quick adjustment to the back of their skull that would remove the danger to them. i knew there was something wrong about her. when she did her adjustment, the person would go into a sleep and when they awoke, they would not remember anything about her or the incident. she asked me, and though i refused, she forced me to lay down and did the "adjustment" on me. my vision became blurred. my body would not respond, and i could do nothing to stop her from moving to her next victim. as i slipped into a deep sleep, my mind began to dream. i saw a door. through the door there were stairs that led down to a cross of passages. to the front and left there were doors at the end of the short corridors, but i chose to climb the stairs that led to the right. i came out in a field. everything was green and vibrant. trees swayed under the warm sunlight, and people played in the shade. when i approached them to ask where this place was though, they ran off into the tall grass beyond, hiding from me until i left... as time passed, we who had been given or forced into the adjustment kept falling into this sleep more and more often, and each time for longer, always having the same dream of going through the doors and into the other place. finally a day came that we did not awake. we fell into a sleep that was not sleep, nor was it death. but we went through those doors as though they were real and we never came back. perhaps they became real and we, dreaming, went through. or maybe the dream became so much more real than our world that we simply ceased to exist in this one. whatever the case, we awoke from this deathly sleep ten years later in the dream world. but we were not same. somehow it had changed us. we moved, and even flew, faster than the speed of sound. moving with thought more than with our bodily motions. and as we explored the other place, and our new selves, we found a door. the door, in fact, that we had entered through so many times before. yet now this was our reality. we existed, physically, and so did the door. and now i opened the door, walked down the familiar passageway, and up the other stairs, back to our old world. i exited the passage. everything was wrong. it was not the same place. people crowded everywhere, sitting as standing wherever they could find a spot. a man stood in the middle, higher than the others, singing loudly in hebrew. it appeared to be most like a sort of refugee camp. they could not have been aware of the door, since everyone crowded around it acted as though it was not even there, and yet here they were all bustling around it as if it was their hub. as i journeyed farther out i came to huge trains and metalwork and mining. it all had the appearance of an industrial giant heaving and groaning with its work. although i flew back and forth, i could not make anything of it all.