Sleepy
I’m still a bit sleepy as I write this, so perhaps a good shower, and going out for a good meal as a treat will help. I’ve promised after that, I can go back to sleep.
I lost a lot of my dream. I can vaguely remember a Crossing Jordan moment, where somehow Jordan and I are looking into the disappearance of a person. We look in a big hollow, almost a cave with some rocks like swiss cheese, but we’re not supposed to be there, and someone of authority tries to shoo us away. Jordan hides in there, while I’m escorted away. Later, I go back, and Jordan has found something.
It also seems like there was an old, beautiful car. Just a fragment, really.
I’m also showing some people around, in a different part of the dream. I confidently know where everything is, and am bringing a couple of people with me. It seems like there are people I recognize (but never spoke to) from my old job there, but this is a place I don’t know in real life.
A lot of it involves climbing, and I’m wearing a short skirt. Still, I have to lead the way.
Some of it is just footholds, and other bits seem like plastic sheeting with indentations, some of it reminding me of wading pool plastic.
I climb very easily and without a lot of panting, which would be expected out of me in real life.
When I get to the top, I am proud of myself. But there are bugs adhering to some red plastic up here, and there’s a window and a door nearby, where someone peeps through to talk to me. I see a sign that talks about giving insight into the mind of a person I used to know, but didn’t care for at all. I don’t care enough to even look at the sign, because she’s not important.
Then I begin contemplating sliding back down in a plastic slide, but also wonder about the bugs.
