Arcade
I'm in an underground arcade
Chris (D) is there, and I'm trying to get along with him.
I fly backwards up against a wall to look at the arcade game he's invented.
It's quite amazing, and I complement him on it.
I decide to play it, as it costs only a quarter.
As soon as I drop the coin into the slot,
it's as if I become a computer generated red marble ball.
Wherever I think of going, I move.
I begin rolling very quickly along the slick purple walls and floors,
which all seem to bleed together.
I drop down a hole in the floor and roll down a bright shiny tunnel,
then zip like lightning up the blue walls of another level.
I move in real time with my thoughts.
[the dream was unbelievably lucid at this point]
I finish the game, doing really well (3rd place).
Then I realize the arcade is in a mall, so I leave and go to another area.
Suddenly I'm with Maybritt, trying on clothes.
I can walk back and forth in the store, and the same clothes are in the same places.
[uncommon in most dreams]
We take a bunch of clothes into the changing rooms,
which have large mirrors and white walls.
We decide to steal some of the clothes,
and begin ripping out the staples in them with our teeth.
At one point I again went to see if things outside the changing room had changed
[haha no pun intended],
and everything was exactly the same.
I saw the same rows of sleeveless army shirts, green tops, purple sweaters, ect.
hanging along the same walls they'd been on before.
I rejoined Maybritt in the changing room.
More and more staples would appear on the clothes,
and eventually we crawled out of a ground floor window and left.
Fake Wake
[I recorded dreams I had during a nap and woke up later to find I'd actually dreamed it & my notepad was empty. I attempted to recapture the dreams anyway...]
Hot oil
I'm wearing a white silk shirt that has been covered in a wet, hot oil.
The shirt has become transparent, but I'm not bothered by this.
Red thread
I'm sitting at a round bar (like the one at Minto's)
surrounded by curious men.
I'm folding tiny Important Things in white crepe paper.
Colours bleed into the thin white paper where I touch it.
After the trinkets and talismans have all been wrapped up,
I place them into plain, cheap looking boxes.
I am oblivious to the people that are watching me
and the fact that this important task I'm performing
in taking place in a wretched, cheap bar.
When I have finished I tie each box with a piece of red thread
that appears to be very fine and delicate, but is actually close to unbreakable.