Goodness, I haven't updated this in a long time. I really should get back into the habit!
It has been quite a few hours now since I awoke, but I'll put down what I can remember from last night's dream...
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I was looking for a new house, and was wandering around a part of the city center of Glasgow with my mother. It was near Scotland Street School, though some of the details were out of place: there were a lot more motorway fly-overs than what there are in real life, and the school itself had ballooned into an absolutely huge, black castle, though still retained much of Rennie Mackintosh's influences in design. Also, the area where the car park should be across the road from the school was a huge large yard.
As fate would have it, that was also where my new house was. Right on top of one of the piles.
I'm not sure how I got up to it, but I was suddenly viewing the inside of the house. It was rectangular, and not very big. There were no rooms inside, though the ground had a red carpet stretching from corner to corner. I can't remember if there were any windows or not. The person who was showing me the house told be I would have to build the walls myself to separate it into rooms.
Against all better judgement, I decided to accept the house, and set about furnishing it.
Suddenly the house now has a distinct livingroom. with some arm chairs and a fireplace at the far end. There are still no rooms, though. I guess I was planning on doing that later?
I start getting a bit worried about how I'm going to pay the rent for this house, as well as a niggling feeling that I'm putting too much things at one end. No sooner had that worry been planted in my mind than the house jerked, and began sliding down the pile of junk and out onto the road. I got an outside view of the building as this happened, and, for what ever reasons, the house had a large tarp thrown over it, that was flailing around as it slid down and out of the junkyard.
The dream then changed to me wandering alongside the school/castle and talking to someone. I'm not sure who it was, but my mind interpreted it to be a person who I know on the internet. The street by this point had drastically changed, too. The road was about one lane wide, and across from us was, instead of the junkyard, another tall part of the castle. It grew into an arc high in the air, which bent toward a central building somewhere ahead of us, giving the it a sort of spidery look. There were black, Victorian stylized railings lining the parts along the ground, keeping us from getting close enough to the castle walls to touch it.
I wasn't entirely bothered by the presence of the huge building at this time, more worried about the rent for my now-escaping-down-the-road-in-the-opposite-direction house. I had absolutely no way to pay it, but my internet friend said not to worry, and that we should just go shopping instead to take my mind off it. Seeing no alternative, I agreed.
We'd apparently walked toward the center part of the large castle, now. It was situated in a large public square, with people milling about. The edges of the square were lined with a fortress-like wall, though there were various openings that people could go through to come and go as they pleased. I noticed around this point that the ground was covered in snow, and it suddenly felt that it was near Christmas. I went to mention this to my internet friend, but they had wandered off without telling me, and I was left to try and figure out where they could have gone.
I decided to go through one of the openings at the edge of the square, which I quickly regretted, as the other side was a small platform with a sheer drop. I managed to stop myself from slipping and falling down by grabbing onto the wall. Looking out, I could see a 'lower level' to the city, with streets lined with decorations and a large Christmas tree somewhere in the distance. It was snowing, and looked very picturesque. Though I was more concerned with not falling to my doom to really enjoy it, heh.
The dream then changed completely, and I was viewing a 'rebirth' of the old Fleetway Sonic the Comic. It apparently centered around a story with the characters meeting the Nameless Zone foxes. Morain and Errol Blackthorn were there, as well as some other fox with a giant, spherical nose. Apparently nobody liked the character, but he was kept because the author liked him.
For whatever reason, characters randomly died then came back to life. Each time they were vanquished, they would turn into brown M&Ms. The last one to suffer this fate in the "issue" was Tails, ending on a 'to be continued'. The next story was supposedly going to center on memories of Sonic the Hedgehog's early days with Tails ( which mostly involved Sonic bragging about how many times he had relieved himself outside and not gotten caught *laughs* ).
I woke up around there.
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Thoughts and Observations:
Though I haven't been updating this blog for a while ( I am ashamed, don't you worry! ), one theme that has been resurfacing time and again lately has been impossibly tall castles. I'm not sure where it stemmed from, really. I quite like it, though. Masonry fascinates me, and I guess my imagination finally got the memo about it. :D
I have been considering relocating to my own house quite a lot the past few months. Let's hope that, if it does happen, it doesn't do so quite like this dream. I'll be sure to steer clear of junkyards. XD
... yeah, I don't really have anything to say about that last part except WTF. XD
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