I seem to have a lot of issues with high-rise apartment buildings. This dream takes place in a particularly luxurious one that was under construction. I took the elevator, which was made from plywood, up to the highest floor I could. I found a balcony. A former roommate of mine was there, watching the sky. It was the middle of the night. I stepped out to the ledge of the balcony and looked downward. My former roommate walked over and pushed me off the edge.
Thankfully gravity was malfunctioning, as I didn’t fall too quickly but instead was able to grab the next balcony down’s ledge. The ledge I caught led to nothing, so I had to jump down the story balconies to find one that went into the building. Finally, nearly halfway down the building, I dropped on to a large balcony with a marble floor and very expensive furnishing. It was attached to an equally expensive-looking apartment in which all of the lights were on, but no one appeared to be home. I walked in, hoping to find different clothes I could change into. I had become uncomfortable in whatever I was wearing at the time.
Upon further inspection of the apartment, I found a bedroom containing one Robert Downey Jr. passed out on the floor. At some point he woke up and my situation was understood without any verbal exchanges. He later revealed himself to be Tony Stark, which confused my semi-aware self at the time. I accepted it, and actually began living in Iron Man’s apartment. It wasn’t fun, as I was babysitting an alcoholic whenever Tony was home.
My mother came to visit me at the apartment and gave me a large cardboard box full of pictures, records, and paperwork. I got a couple friends to help me look through the files. Something in the box, like a few photos and a birth certificate, labeled me as Tony Stark’s daughter. I completely flipped out, totally excited for some massive amounts cash I might get for it.
I talked to Tony about it, and apparently my mom had kidnapped me when I was an infant. He made some attempts to be like a father, but the constant drinking made me resentful. All he really did when he was home was drink and sleep. The dream tapered away from here.
Sometime, maybe at around 4am, I woke up wishing RDJ really was my dad, because that would be pretty kickass.
I was trapped inside a game that had the community feel of an mmo but the graphics of Doom. I the game, the objective was to find three objects before time ran out. A single game was broken up into three stages for the three objects. A set amount of time was given for each game and flowed continually regardless of which stage I was on.
I began a game in what looked like a skate park that was converted to a regular park. The entire area was enclosed as if the park was inside a sports stadium without the bright lighting. The game started when I stepped into a circular gray portal on the ground, and I was teleported to a mostly empty bedroom. The walls were made from crude plywood, the floors had no carpeting, and there was a large, king-sized bed pushed against the wall in the corner. I began to look around the room, and when I touched the bed I was notified (Telepathically, from the game I suppose) that I had found the first object and could continue. The portal I had arrived with had now disappeared, and I had to find the next portal as quickly as possible.
I left the empty room through a door that led to an excessively large ballroom. The windows and ceiling where so tall I could barely see the top. There were many other players in the room, some playing and some lounging. There were several portals in this room, but only one gray one. I ran out to it, stepped in it and was teleported to a wide, curving hallway.
The hallway had the same plywood walls as the first room, but the carpet was deep red and there were many wide doors. I opened a few of the doors, looking in briefly to see if I could find my second object. Most of the rooms simply looked like they had been abandoned by whoever lived there previously. It was obvious I was in a sort of mansion. I had since passed through the hallway and went through more giant, mostly empty rooms. After searching many rooms with only a minute to spare, I found a second king-sized bed. When I touched it, I was notified that the game would stop early. This dream ended here.
In my other dream last night, I was traveling with an ethnically diverse group out people through the countryside. Everywhere we went we found people lying dead in the streets, stores, anywhere. After we passed through each town we burned it down. It was a post-apocalyptic feel to it, and almost had a zombie outbreak atmosphere. I didn’t try to hard to remember this one after I woke up, so this is all I have!
I was accepted into Calarts, and was moving into my dorm. This place looked nothing like Calarts, naturally. In a very large, mega-church style building, the dorms were built along the outermost walls. The building was mostly circular, with the outer dorm rooms being accessible from one long, open hallway. The rooms, which were about two rooms deep, were open on the hallway side as if they were giant cubbies. The stairs to reach the top level rooms went both towards the outer walls and parallel to the hallway. The rooms were furnished like an IKEA catalogue. There were students lounging around with their pets, which were also allowed to roam the rooms and hallways.
Beyond the outer hallway, inside the building was a labyrinth of classrooms, a giant lecture hall that was more like an auditorium in a mega-church which could easily fit the entire student body with plenty of room to spare.
After I finished moving into my room (I brought my cat Snoopy, who followed me around everywhere I went in my dream), I decided to walk around and explore the super-campus. I was wearing a skirt and heels, so I walked at a mostly leisurely pace. I passed by a mini-convenience store room, and a doctor’s office. The office had a few nurses sitting around lazily.
I eventually found myself in the auditorium for some kind of orientation. At the door I was given at card with the number 25 printed on it. I approached a seat at the top of the auditorium, where I met Nathan Lane. I was really excited to meet him, and he didn’t quite believe that I knew who he is. He had a crazy Einstein-style haircut. I asked him for his autograph, but I had no paper or pens, just an x-acto knife, my purse, and my cat. He wanted to carve his autograph into my cat’s skin. I stopped talking to him, sat down next to a Mexican girl and tried to watch the orientation presentation.
One of the speakers announced that prizes would be drawn at random, and if your number was called from the card you got when entering you would receive something. They called the number 25, which I had, so I asked the girl next to me to watch my things while I went to collect whatever I had won. As I approached the center, I looked at my card again and it had the number 26 printed on it. Confused, I returned to my things to find the girl I sat next to had gone and my things had been emptied out onto the floor and chair. Nothing had been stolen, but my phone was reset to factory settings. I collected my things and left the auditorium as it was late and I wanted to get to sleep.
I walked towards what I thought was my dorm room, but ended up getting lost in the maze of classrooms. I passed by the clinic and convenience store several times, and walked past the same group of departments more than once trying to find my way to the outermost hallway to the cubbie-dorms. Snoopy was still there, walking next to me the whole time. I walked through an interestingly built music room. It was almost in an octagon shape. The walls had glass cases set in like a museum, with murals of beautiful landscapes on the inner walls behind the glass. Beyond the glass was an elevated floor surrounded by dark wooden railings. The orchestra was set up on this floor. In the center of the room, lower than the rest of it, was a large open area. It was set up almost like a dance hall, with a big domed ceiling.
Eventually I found my way back to my room and sat down to check my email and such. I got an email from someone on campus saying things like, “Welcome to the school,” and “If you need anything, just ask me in room 203.” Since I didn’t know who this was, I went to the room to find out. It was very friendly, tall guy with a very wide smile. He introduced himself to me, and when he said his name it sounded like “Jeinim”. He gave me his card, which had his name (Jay Nm) and explained to me he was a part of the new student welcoming committee. While talking to him, I noticed some kind of commotion going on a ways down the hall, I asked him what it was, he told me it was a sort of costume/photography contest. I thanked him for his help and walked down to see the event.
There event was happening just where the dorms ended. The upper and lower levels of the entire building were accessible from this area as there were many escalators in the immediate area. I saw a lot of young women dressed in very elaborate outfits and costumes, posing for cameras.
It’s about here where I just started walking around again, and I think I woke up.
My lease was up at my apartment complex, but in order to sign another I was forced by management to calculate the square footage of the entire complex. I had to walk around with a measuring tape, and eventually stopped really caring.
Then a massive tornado hit the apartment complex, and I was forced to move to NYC. Before I could go, however, I had to get something from the library. There I found myself on the floor shuffling around a bunch of vhs tapes with the intention of taking A Goofy Movie.
I traveled to NYC and got lost in a mall… no, a few malls. Every single one had the same layout, and I always got lost around the arcade. Eventually I found my way out and got to my new apartment, a high-rise.
After I settled in, I left my apartment and a woman was standing outside my door to tell me that the school I wanted to go to would reject me instantly because she didn’t like me, or anything that I do. I was a bit put-off by this so I woke up and ate some cereal.
Yep.
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