Terrible Wall, Who are You, and Glass Box.
Level of Lucidity: N/A Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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I am not really in a dream recording mood right now, but I bothered to write notes so I think I had better try to capture what's left of the dreams from last night and the night before. In no particular order.
* I am trying to climb over a stone wall, it's really very high and at the top of it there are monster heads, like stone tiger carvings, and they try to bite me. I fight with one of them, and it seems they can't bite hard, but although I am really scared of them, I insult one of them, and call it stupid over and over again. I forget why I am doing that. I think the angrier it gets the less it looks like a tiger and the less power it has..or something.
* I am trying to avoid being identified. I forget exactly why, but in the dream I am sort of famous, but only by name, but I don't want any of their attention, I am annoyed by it. I needed to do something, like register for some class or something like that, but I use a fake name, and somehow this was my undoing...so to speak, as someone who was smart enough managed, by some sort of process of elimination, determined who I really was, and they come into a cafeteria where I am eating at a table. He hasn't actually seen me yet as I am almost right at his elbow when he walks in and announced that he's positively identified me, and then sees me. I pretend not to have heard at first, and I can feel the heat behind my eyes swelling up with anger.
Some people sitting near by smile and point. They want my autograph.
* I am in a glass box with a trick floor, it can sink into the floor where it opens up into a secret underground something or other. I would guess the box is about 3x6x7 feet tall, but the people surrounding the glass box outside of it could not see in, but I could see all of them. I very much did not want to be seen, and I had only just made it into this box in the nick of time. I forget why it was that I didn't want to be found. I remember thinking to myself that not wanting to be seen is inversly proportional to how likely it is that you will be seen. I thought the sinking floor was way cool, and was relived when I get to the secret underground thing I am delighted it's full of book. YAY! Even though I knew the people above couldn't see me inside the box, I was glad to also not be able to see them.
* In my notes by my bedside table I have written "observing chimmney" but I can't remember what that was all about.
