I was in a foreign city at night, and the streets were deserted. The streets were of sand, and the buildings were low under the star-studded sky. Their curvaceous architecture and white exteriors made me believe it to be of middle-eastern decent. I wandered for a while, until I cam across a man-made river, of which I fell into. I swam down, found an abandoned boat, imagining if monkeys could pilot it.
Eventually, as I hung to the wall of the waterway, I came across a small beach, ending at the walls of two buildings. I wash ashore, along with many a luggage bags. I begin to worry about my luggage, which I see dumped right out. I go to my parents further down towards the building, and they say they’re unsure about if it’s even gone at all. I go to some check-out, with quite a long line. The man there is tall, tanned, and raven-haired, with a bit of stubble growing.
"Hello, Sir! Can I offer you a water?"
"I- Sure." *takes water, finds it to be dirty on the inside, and another cup around it. *
"Is this how you’re supposed to drink it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind, can I have a new cup of water?"
"Sure." *pours from a glass to his left, my right.*
"I’ve got an important package to find."
"what kind of package?"
"It’s just a regular luggage bad, but it’s what’s inside that counts."
"What’s in it?"
(I think at this point that he’s a bit intrusive, but I still try to answer)
"You know, some jeans, shirts, (I try to mask what I say my talking&drinking from the straw at the same time)"
He walks around to meet me in front of the desk, and we go back to the beach.
As we walk out, I see a pretty, young gal walking towards the rooms in some beach wear. She turns around for just a moment, and we meet eyes. It was for a moment though, and it quickly passed.
I found myself in my home, looking through the fridge. I find a lot of different types and flavours of this certain type of treat, called a Yan-Yan. I look in the middle shelf to find a bunch of unopened packages. The bottom shelf had a bunch of opened ones.
"Where’s all of the Yan-Yan?" I asked,
"Right there!" Said my sister.
"No, it’s not… I’m going to take from one that’s already opened."
"Alright, take from mine then…….."
"Never mind! They were right here."
—— (I already wrote this in my dream journal, so I’ll be quick about the rest).
I’m in a store. I look for the journals, to find crappy notepads and picture frames. I see a woman down the aisle testing out a television-looking monitor, which turned out to be a digital picture frame.
"Maybe you could use that in your home," I said, "Like, on one wall. Like a minimalist look, y’know?" I thought I was talking with a friend of mine, Heather. It turned out to be a stranger.
"Oh, sorry," I said.
I was in a go-cart of sorts, except the driver (to my left) and I were very exposed. We drove down a stone staircase/ramp (which was on some hill) into a wide, empty street. To the right of the street is the wide hill, to the left was a patch of grass, with a few palm trees. Street lamps on either side. Immediately ahead was some plain business building, and far into the left, almost behind the building, was a fantastically beautiful sea port, though it was quite a ways off.
We make a right on the road, which narrows off into a dirt path.
"Think I can climb over to the back?"
"I don’t know, can you?" said the hotel clerk turned driver.
I look back to see a pair of seats attached by the back to ours.
"I think I can make it."
We see a woman kneeled down by the left of the road.
"Was that Dr. Sattler?" I said.
"I think so."
I turn around, shouting, “Wooo! Jurassic Park!”
"Is this Jurassic Park?" I ask.
"I don’t know,"
At the first turn on the road, there’s a broken down explorer to the right, and a brachiosaur on the left, shrouded by trees and shrubs.
"Oh My God, YES! IT IS!"
it wasn’t really, I don’t think.
"Wait up!" shouts Ellie Sattler.
Clerk stops the jeep, and I jump out to greet her.
I forgot what we talked about so quickly, but I have a feeling that it had to do with my authorization of being there. She talked as if she knew me, and suggested that, after I’m done riding around, that I just go back to the ____ (i don’t remember).
Post-note: I can’t remember anything further, and I don’t have time to sit around to do so. A quarter of the dream is in here, A quarter of the dream is in my journal, and half is lost. Some of the parts I’ve written copy each other, but I hope to have a clearer picture later. There are five segments I remember, and they are labeled as such, in no particular order:
- Hotel, w/river
- Park, w/Sattler
- Store, w/Heather look-a-like
- School, w/Doctor Whovians
- Home, w/sister
This tumblr hasn’t been updated recently, so I’ll be the first in a long time.