I dreamt about going to a shop in some beach-side town. I think it was some sort of dream-warped mix of Blackpool and the isle of Arran. It was night time, again. There was something about a ladies' toilet that sat next to the beach. I remember it being a rectangular, grey, pretty boring building to look at. There were people milling around just outside of it, speaking about a new craze called Toilet in a Can.
Yes, it pretty much was what you're likely thinking.
It even boasted 'sound proofed material to disguise any unfortunate sounds'.
Thankfully I wasn't interested in acquiring or using such a silly product, but I was, as stated at the beginning, heading to a shop with purchasing in mind.
There were a row of buildings just opposite of the beach, with an empty road seperating the two. They seemed to be two-story buildings, with outdoor stairways leading to the upper floors. Shops always seemed to be on the second floor, so I had to climb up and head on in. The inside of the shop seemed to be uphill, everything was sloping upward from where I entered. It was notably dark inside, too. Lights were on, but the floor was painted black, and the shelves had lots of dark coloured items strewn about them. They were also very close together, so moving was a bit of a squeeze.
I got to the counter of the building, and apparently I was wanting to buy some Magic: The Gathering cards. But instead ended up with some small packets of stickers. I knew this was the wrong item, but I felt unwilling to challenge the shopkeeper about it, and just went on my way, opening the packet. The stickers contained simple line art of creatures and buildings.
I don't recall any specific details about them past that, however. When I left the shop, the location had completely changed. I was now just leaving the main gates of a huge castle, that was made of brickwork that looked like it had been scorched in a fire recently. Very blackened. Apparently I was part of some kind of team who were scouting the local area for signs of impending disasters, though I don't remember anything about the other people who were part of it.
The castle seemed to be bang smack right in the middle of an old town, with cobbled streets and Victorian styled buildings. It seemed to be entirely downhill, too. I remember a lot of roof jumping and scouting the place from the air, but the exact details are lost to me, now. I mainly remember that there was a huge storm heading castle-ward and it was going to bring a large flood with it.
Almost right on cue, there was a wall of water rushing up the hill toward the castle. There was no way to stop it, and it completely flooded the lower floors of the building. Though just as quickly as it had appeared, the water receded, leaving behind a large pile of mud or silt, that people would start digging through to look for treasure.
The dream then became very abstract and involved riding around a neon city on a suspended roller coaster, trying to grab rectangular lights along the way, like it was a sort of video game challenge.
I woke up to my alarm shortly after that.
Thoughts and Observations:
Oh look, another castle. I'm not normally someone who believes in the whole 'hidden meanings' thing with dreams, but sometimes, when I get recurring themes like this, it does make me wonder a little. Only a little, though. Most of it is just me going 'come on, brain, come up with something new'. *laughs*
Toilet In a Can!™
Yet another of my brain's idiotic inventions that hopefully will never see the light of day. Seriously. If you're one of the two or three people who read this blog, do me a favour and never patent this idea. XD
Unless it's already been invented. D:
The neon city roller coaster ride was fun. I wish my dream had spent more time on that and less observing beach-side toilets and how to 'improve' on them...
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