Last week I had a really vivid dream, and that’s very out of the ordinary for me. There were only distinctive parts I can remember clearly, though. The first was a scene were I was wandering in a very open area of nothing but shadow and darkness, though I was not frightened. After a while, I began walking toward a faintly glowing light in absolute serenity. At first it was illuminated like a small flame, gentle burning orange. Then it became larger as I walked closer, devouring the borders of the dark while turning a soft blue with each step. The collaboration of color and light transitioned into a sky of blue and black, the sky itself being black and some sort of celestial body being blue. [I’m sure it wasn’t the sun or moon.] Then before me was a shallow pond-like area with a tall, aqua pigmented type grass and water that looked exactly like the sky, probably because of the reflection. In the water laid a girl I was once acquainted with, only half of her face enshrouded in the depth. She was covered in what looked like a long white, silk sheet. Her back was turned away from me. Another girl I was once extremely close to was sitting next to her, running her fingers though the laying girls hair and talking to her in a hushed tone. The sitting girl then looked up at me upon noticing my arrival. I expected her to be upset or tell me to leave, but she merely nodded and began to speak. I don’t remember what she said, but it was passive and calm. In fact, the whole scenario was. The only variation of emotion was when I internally questioned if the girl in the water was dead or not.
The next fragment I remember was being in a lake house where the color scheme was just a variation of different browns, tans, and whites. The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by screen-like curtains that were tan as well. I remember following the shadow of a man behind these screens, because I was sure he was creeping around my deck. It was night.
The last thing I remember was being in a room with dark brown hard-wood floors with matching trim on the windows and corners. The all the walls where white-washed except for one completely covered by a mirror with a pole. The sun illuminated the room though large, open windows. I could hear the city below, so I was sure we were on an elevated floor. I assumed it used to be a ballet studio. The room was completely empty except for an middle-aged man in a rocking chair. He had black curly hair with brilliant green eyes; very handsome. He was in a long sleeved shirt, dress pants, and suspenders. I remember him telling me “This is a dream, you know.” I argued back “No, it feels too real, I know the difference.” He just smiled as if he’d heard a good joke and retorted “Do you, really? No, I assure you dear, you are asleep.”
