My dreams are always interesting when I'm sick. I'll try to remember it all.
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We walk up the hill slowly, and look up. We can see an amazing array of moss covered trees twisting up towards the sky, with few branches. We look up and we see steps going up each tree, and tree houses. Up there we see two people. Dave and Kandas, my mom's cousins. It's a beautiful day and the sun shines on the green of the trees, and the moss is bright against the brown. The grass is green as well. My older brother starts climbing up, and so does Carson. I follow, but halfway up I grow afraid, as the steps are just about as sturdy as thick shingles. They bend under my weight and I cling, afraid, to the steps. There are no railings, it's basically just a bunch of small shingle-sized and shaped steps stuck into the tree. Alex makes it most of the way up, at least to say hello to Dave and Kandas. Carson pauses, and I slowly make my way back down. Nana tries but she loses her balance, and clinging to one of the thick branches near the bottom she tries to get balanced but fails. She falls. She lands on her side, and luckily is unharmed. Gramps laughs and remarks how she landed well.
I walk around downtown with Nana and Gramps. People are singing, a group of kids that reminds me of when I was in chorus. I mouth the words before continuing on my way. It looks like Pike Place Market..
Suddenly, like an action movie. Like Kill Bill. In a deserted place downtown. In the windows are clothes that are freshly in fashion stand on headless mannequins. The facades are beautiful, on one building entwined to the design on each side are a tall statue of a lady reaching to the very top, very artistic and unusual. Curved faces and closed eyes. The glass in the windows goes just as high.
Fighting going on. Through the air and slicing through stone. Glass falls and crashes to the ground, pieces of the building detach and fall.
Later, I'm in a building. Hanging onto the edge of ground. Basically a big wood building with a large dug pit. My fingers hold desperately to the edge of dirt, and my eyes widen as I look to the pit. Like the depths of hell, but no fire. Squirming things, dying and so many. Sound emits loud from down there, and I hold harder, digging my nails into the dirt of the edge of the pit. Bushes and plants block me from being able to climb back up. I try not to panic. The creatures down there are small and unrecognizable, like many squirming worms and creatures that will eat you alive. I look up towards the edge trying to find a way up. Suddenly I see an opening. I make my way left to where I see a gap in the plants. Daisies bloom everywhere besides where a bush had blocked my path. I grab to them, and their roots are strong. I slowly pull myself up, grabbing more as they come loose. I make it there, taking in a breath of relief. There's enough space between the edge and the roof to sit up, but not stand. I look around the daisies, and see a white cat among them, and a few other things. I lay down.
Some other people, three girls about 17 or 18 wander around downtown, in a deserted area. They look around curiously, and are surprised at the wreckage and broken glass on the cement. A large creak is emitted from one of the buildings and a girl shrieks as a large piece falls from it. They all run forward, and look in horror to the right at the statue of the lady not far ahead, as it starts to teeter. One girl kneels, closes her eyes, and prays. The others look around in panic. The statue falls, and luckily they are spared.
I walk down underneath the freeway bridge where I usually go to get to Green Lake.. I saw graffiti on one of the supports, and started scrubbing it off with the side of a white straw. (odd) A voice. "Don't worry, you're not forgotten. I remember you, you wrote that here on that day, I haven't forgotten you"
I continue walking around, wiping off graffiti. I wander around and end up at an icecream store. I watch them making icecream smoothies with an incredible amount of m&m's. I order one, and watch them add like.. 200. I grin. The boy behind the counter is about my age, and even though he's not cute I kinda like him.
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More to the dream, but I don't remember well enough.
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