The epic dream I remember started outside in front of a house with a front porch. I saw an old lady in purple shirts and pants with gray hair go to the door. I tried opening the door for her, but she rushed to it and opened it before I did. I followed her inside.
There was a long carpeted corridor that I walked through behind the woman. We went by several brown doors. There was also a window that was in the lower half of the left wall, extending down to the floor and opening into a dark basement room with a sofa and another old woman in a shirt with thick horizontal black and white stripes sitting on the sofa with her back straight and staring straight ahead.
Then the woman in purple and I met someone who looked like Ronald McDonald, but he was only 2 or 3 feet tall and had a big creepy
smile. The woman shook his hand, but I tried to get past him without touching him.
Finally, I reached the end of the corridor and went into a room. The woman didn't follow me there.
In that room were a friend of mine, his sister and their mom and some others in their family. They were celebrating one of their birthdays with a round cake. The back wall had screens, making the room look like a sunroom. Outside, it was raining a bit. I could see trees, a lake, deck and a metal rowboat.
Suddenly, I found myself outside and it wasn't raining anymore. For some reason, I went around the house back to the front. There, I found a sign saying that the house was a funeral home. I went back through the house to the lake again. A different friend, but with the same first name as the other friend, was there.
There were also two rough blue plastic doormats by the lake. The second friend and I got onto one of them. It was funny how we could both fit onto the doormat without feeling each other. Then we bent the doormat in the middle along its long length. That made water shoot out of a nozzle on the bottom of the doormat towards one of the short sides. That made us go out on to the lake.
It was a beautiful trip on the lake where we saw pretty woods that grew up to the edge of the lake to the point where some of the trees had soil eroded out from around them and were leaning over the lake. We went far enough for the house to be not visible anymore. The sun was setting, making everything look golden.
Finally, we reached the other side of the lake. There, we found a compacted mud coast and a painted wall. In it was a big window. On the other side, inches away from the window, was a huge tree truck with rough grooved bark and several feet in diameter. Beyond the tree, we could see the ground slope down towards a little stream. A bit beyond the stream was what looked like a wall painted with a forest scene.
It made me feel like the funeral home, the lake and I were inside a big box that was inside who knows how many other boxes.
Then my sister woke me up and I wrote down the dream. It inspired me to do a project for my psychology class to survey people about if the goodness or badness of their dreams was correlated to how much stress they thought they had. I found no correlation.
There was a long carpeted corridor that I walked through behind the woman. We went by several brown doors. There was also a window that was in the lower half of the left wall, extending down to the floor and opening into a dark basement room with a sofa and another old woman in a shirt with thick horizontal black and white stripes sitting on the sofa with her back straight and staring straight ahead.
Then the woman in purple and I met someone who looked like Ronald McDonald, but he was only 2 or 3 feet tall and had a big creepy
smile. The woman shook his hand, but I tried to get past him without touching him.Finally, I reached the end of the corridor and went into a room. The woman didn't follow me there.
In that room were a friend of mine, his sister and their mom and some others in their family. They were celebrating one of their birthdays with a round cake. The back wall had screens, making the room look like a sunroom. Outside, it was raining a bit. I could see trees, a lake, deck and a metal rowboat.
Suddenly, I found myself outside and it wasn't raining anymore. For some reason, I went around the house back to the front. There, I found a sign saying that the house was a funeral home. I went back through the house to the lake again. A different friend, but with the same first name as the other friend, was there.
There were also two rough blue plastic doormats by the lake. The second friend and I got onto one of them. It was funny how we could both fit onto the doormat without feeling each other. Then we bent the doormat in the middle along its long length. That made water shoot out of a nozzle on the bottom of the doormat towards one of the short sides. That made us go out on to the lake.
It was a beautiful trip on the lake where we saw pretty woods that grew up to the edge of the lake to the point where some of the trees had soil eroded out from around them and were leaning over the lake. We went far enough for the house to be not visible anymore. The sun was setting, making everything look golden.
Finally, we reached the other side of the lake. There, we found a compacted mud coast and a painted wall. In it was a big window. On the other side, inches away from the window, was a huge tree truck with rough grooved bark and several feet in diameter. Beyond the tree, we could see the ground slope down towards a little stream. A bit beyond the stream was what looked like a wall painted with a forest scene.
It made me feel like the funeral home, the lake and I were inside a big box that was inside who knows how many other boxes.
Then my sister woke me up and I wrote down the dream. It inspired me to do a project for my psychology class to survey people about if the goodness or badness of their dreams was correlated to how much stress they thought they had. I found no correlation.