Another nap, another weird dream. My sleep pattern’s gone mental again. Possibly taking myself along with it.
I’m looking in a wall-mounted mirror in a dimly lit room. The walls are a turquoise-y colour. My hair’s slightly longer than what is currently is IRL, and I’m wearing some sort of white sleeveless jacket over a stripey shirt. There’s some weird voice-over sounding guy, but it’s more of a voice in my head than a physical sound. It makes some snide comment about how I look like a girl or something, and I respond with a joking remark to the effect of “Bitch, I am fabulous”.
I leave the room and find myself in the stairwell of my uni residence. There are 2 other people - a male and a female. I don’t remember what they looked like, but they were dressed sort of grungy hipster-ish and were just chilling out, leaning against the walls and not really doing anything. At some point I realise I’ve been standing around as well, and say out loud “Wait, what am I doing here?” and start hopping over the railings to get downstairs quicker.
When I get there, I’m in some sort of weird olde english-style building, washed in the same turquoise light as the mirror room. It looks like it could be an inn, if it weren’t for the catwalk-like structures hanging from the roof. The catwalks’ support struts are all warped and twisted, and I propel myself along by lifting myself up by my arms and swinging between the struts.
At this point a weird little tune started to play in my head, a snippet of which I managed to recall and write down shortly after waking up. It’s sort of a lilting, atonal ditty played on pizzicato strings. I might have to use it at some point in the future. I look out one of the windows, and though I *allegedly” recognise the view, It’s not where I’m “supposed” to be, and I don’t know how I got here.
Finally, I’m on the ground floor. I walk into one room, and see it’s populated by 5-6 beds, and leave, not wanting to wake anyone. I walk into the next room, which has it’s furniture laid out like the living room at my parents’ place. There are several people sitting in the armchairs and on the sofa, my parents included. I assume they’re all asleep for some reason, and go to leave.
Before I do, I notice a girl sat on the sofa, but slumped fowards over the coffee table, with her face looking to one side. She sort of looks like Wednesday Addams. She opens her eyes to look at me and they give off a vivid silvery light. I look up and realise everyone else is now awake, and my dad asks me what happened last night. I tell him I don’t have a clue, and I don’t know how I got here. My alarm goes off, and I wake up.