I feel like we're away on a vacation. You know, when you first arrive somewhere you haven't been before and are working out where you'll stay and such. That's the exact feeling of confusion and anxiety that I'm feeling at the start of this dream.
We're on a road that is very straight that crests a hill. It's a thin road that you would find in a neighborhood. In fact, that's where we are. To the right side of the road is a line of trees that quickly fall down a hill and into oblivion, and to the left side of the road is duplex after duplex that high and mighty rich an snobby might live in someday. I say someday because all of the duplexes are under construction. No one lives in them yet.
We land (meaning when I first enter this dream) somewhere along this road. My mother is with me as well as two siblings, a boy and girl (neither of which are my real siblings in real life), and a babysitter, to help with my "sister's" new born baby who is also with us. My sister is 25 so her having a baby isn't too odd in this dream.
Immediately, I ask my mother where are we staying while we're away on this vacation. She tells me that she has a vacation house in mind and we just need to find it. We begin to walk on this road and looking at all these duplexes that are under construction. I begin to get frustrated. "Mom, these aren't vacation houses. They're people's houses. We can't just go into one and stay there because you say so." I remember saying as my mother starts peering through the windows and testing the locks on the front doors.
She ignores me. About the fourth house she peers into, she sees something that seems satisfying, opens the door and sneaks in. We follow. Inside, there is carpet and somehow mom has set us a nice couch and beds, television and all the amenities. I'm pleased that she pulled off a stolen...Uh... I mean borrowed vacation home so quickly. However, I can feel in my mind that something is off. I'm worried that whoever is building this home will come and find us.
After settling in, I go upstairs to my sister's room. She is sitting there with her baby and the babysitter just talking and beginning to feed the baby. They feed him with a syringe, like the kind we used to use to give our dog it's seizure medicine. Any who. My brother walks by and says to me that he's found this neat place just down the way that will entertain us for a few hours. We decide to go.
We leave the house and walk back down the road from where we came and I see a park down the way. He tells me that's where we're headed and that it looks nothing like the outside once you're on the inside. We go and sure enough he is right. Inside is a huge treasure hunt park. That's right. It's a park dedicated to a treasure hunt game.
Inside is an icy winter wonderland that isn't cold at all. And there are mountains and hills and glaciers and caves that are there to explore. They have a game inside that is set up into colors. They have tons of colors; yellow, green, highlighter green, blue, red, purple, white, and so on. Everyone who is playing is assigned a color (I was yellow and my brother was a dark green) then given a toilet plunger and three hours. The plunger is actually a metal detecter. You climb the wonderland and scale the walls and explore the caves using the plunger as a guide that beeps once it is above a treasure. You need to move the snow and find the treasure... however, only the treasures that are your color count to you for points. After three hours, the person who has found the most of their respective color wins.
Oh yeah, I make up games in my sleep. Lol.
We play. And I climbed and gripped and fell and dug and it was fantastic and I wish such a game were possible in reality. It was never determined who won, me or my brother. I guess for that moment, it didn't matter. Which oddly, makes me pretty happy.
We leave the park and have had a blast. We walk back up to the duplex we're crashing and can hear my mom screaming at someone from a mile away. Yup, I was right at the beginning. The owners just so happened to stop by today to check on their house. Yay. My mom was livid. So she agrees to leave the house only after the owners threaten to tear down the house with her still inside it. I watch as my mother laves the house with all of her things. but as she walks towards us, her things shrink together into the size of a pack of cards that she shoves in her pocket.
My mother says it's time to keep walking. We walk the road again and ass the road begins to slope downward, we see an open gate with a bunch of elk behind it. As soon as the elk see us, they decide to run out fo the gate towards us. We watch them run towards us. It was so sudden none of us even had the thought to run in the other direction.
But right before we were about to be Mufusa in the Stampede, they turn sharp to the left side of the hill where the line of trees USED to be. The trees have changed as well. Or rather, the oblivion behind them has finally decided to show itself. The elk are running to what used to be oblivion and now is a huge field of wild blackberries. Did you know elk are addicted to black berries? Me neither. But something happened. The moment the elk began t graze the field, a different side of them showed. One in particular. She change from an elk, into a woman. Now this woman we telling us that she was an elk and that black berries were like crack to them. That these elk had the ability to turn into a human form and back to an elk.
I promise, I wasn't high last night.
My mom and this woman knew each other. Supposedly, they went to college together and were long lost besties. Any who. The last thing I remember before waking up was this woman, leaning down and grabbing a handful of blackberries.
....Don't know what to call this dream.
