I dreamed that an old friend of mine was in jeopardy. She had
recently gotten into a questionable relationship with an odd young man
part of strict cult. He had recently gotten her knocked up and had taken
her to the cult so that she and he may live in peace. Something,
however, did not sit well with me and I knew that she was in trouble and
that I needed to save her. Wishing for not just anyone to save her, she
had left a series of subtle and tricky clues leading to her
whereabouts.
The first clue led me to our old elementary school. I headed straight towards a secretary, seated at her desk in front of a door. I gave her the paper with my next clue. "The ???? Room is through this door, to the far left," she told me, pointing to the door behind her.
I opened the door and found myself outside, on a sand dune near a beach. The day was grey and cold, the sand dune covered with wood and garbage. I stuck with her instructions and walked to the far left, walking up a sand dune. At the top of the sand dune, I came upon a dull green makeshift wall, mostly made of planks of fiber and foam, which spread out for as far as my eye could see. It seemed incredibly out of place, as if someone had just decided to place it there at random. I still had not found The ???? Room, which was said to be to the far left. I held my shoulder out and pounded against the first board of the wall, pounding hard until it finally gave way and I burst through it.
I found myself in an old, stuffy basement, the part of a basement that had not yet been renovated. Old books and oil stained clothes were stacked against the wall of the basement and a pipe system with water surrounded it was sandwiched a corner. I had found
the ???? Room. A bottle of mustard hung on a string in front of me with my next clue: a passage from the book of my friend's cult dictating something about drinking. I figured had to drink the mustard. I opened the bottle in half and was met with a nasty, spoiled smell, the mustard somewhat liquidy. Not wishing to get sick, I poured the mustard onto the floor and found a bottle of blood-orange food dye.
For some odd reason, I've no clue why or how I seemed to "remember" this in my dream, the food dye was a ritual of my friend's lover's cult wherein which, after the child was born, their head was to be "blessed" by dripping the food dye onto their head (weird). I took the food dye and was then met with my next clue.
Written in gold in some odd scripture, I was to descend into the dirty water filled pipe system. Luckily, my friend had thought a head of me and had constructed a makeshift tunnel out of plastic bags which would allow me to avoid trudging and maybe even swimming through the dirty pipe system water. The tunnel was small, dark, and damp, and I was incredibly claustrophobic. I knew that I had to go through, I could feel that I was nearly there! Just as I began to walk towards the tunnel of plastic bags, I woke up.
I tried to force myself back to sleep in order to complete the dream but no luck. I will never know if she was rescued but I am damn glad I avoided having to go through that tunnel...
The first clue led me to our old elementary school. I headed straight towards a secretary, seated at her desk in front of a door. I gave her the paper with my next clue. "The ???? Room is through this door, to the far left," she told me, pointing to the door behind her.
I opened the door and found myself outside, on a sand dune near a beach. The day was grey and cold, the sand dune covered with wood and garbage. I stuck with her instructions and walked to the far left, walking up a sand dune. At the top of the sand dune, I came upon a dull green makeshift wall, mostly made of planks of fiber and foam, which spread out for as far as my eye could see. It seemed incredibly out of place, as if someone had just decided to place it there at random. I still had not found The ???? Room, which was said to be to the far left. I held my shoulder out and pounded against the first board of the wall, pounding hard until it finally gave way and I burst through it.
I found myself in an old, stuffy basement, the part of a basement that had not yet been renovated. Old books and oil stained clothes were stacked against the wall of the basement and a pipe system with water surrounded it was sandwiched a corner. I had found
the ???? Room. A bottle of mustard hung on a string in front of me with my next clue: a passage from the book of my friend's cult dictating something about drinking. I figured had to drink the mustard. I opened the bottle in half and was met with a nasty, spoiled smell, the mustard somewhat liquidy. Not wishing to get sick, I poured the mustard onto the floor and found a bottle of blood-orange food dye.
For some odd reason, I've no clue why or how I seemed to "remember" this in my dream, the food dye was a ritual of my friend's lover's cult wherein which, after the child was born, their head was to be "blessed" by dripping the food dye onto their head (weird). I took the food dye and was then met with my next clue.
Written in gold in some odd scripture, I was to descend into the dirty water filled pipe system. Luckily, my friend had thought a head of me and had constructed a makeshift tunnel out of plastic bags which would allow me to avoid trudging and maybe even swimming through the dirty pipe system water. The tunnel was small, dark, and damp, and I was incredibly claustrophobic. I knew that I had to go through, I could feel that I was nearly there! Just as I began to walk towards the tunnel of plastic bags, I woke up.
I tried to force myself back to sleep in order to complete the dream but no luck. I will never know if she was rescued but I am damn glad I avoided having to go through that tunnel...
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