February 27, 2008 – 1:11 am
A swinging light appears to me in pitch darkness, and I get a strange feeling creeping its way up my back spine as I step underneath it. Suddenly everything leading up to this point vanishes from my mind like it was swepted off in the breeze, a breeze so soft yet strong enough to knock me to my feet, I’m left 3 feet under the light and quiver up alone and cold on the steel floor. A tear rolls down my face and I feel the sudden warmth of it as it hits my hand. My eyes watch its tear make it way down my hand, and I turn my palm face up allowing it to follow when I suddenly notice a dark shadow also playing around on my hand. Bending down I realized a small steel door as big as my hand itself standing up on the floor. I knocked my knuckle on it as my first reaction, but knew no answer would come of it because I could see over it as it stood alone against the darkness. I slid my body over completely leaving its shadow when I hear a light drop to the floor. My curiosity is welcomed by a rush of wind brushing past my cheeks, and leaving me feeling swept off with again. I found myself hugging at the cold floor for dear life. Hands traveling the cold steel floor I reach out into the darkness like in hopes for a light to shine through my fingers tips, but I began to feel deserted, not like in a lone desert, but like alone in never discovered light. Dropping my hand in repent I feel a new kind of cold, one of ruff edges and character. I pull it in the light in a moment of terror and excitement meshed together on a quest for survival, or to gain sanity. I pull it forward just below my nose and all at once I gain a new moment of confusion and hope. I study its brass little body before allowing myself to pick it off the ground, and then I look back and forth from the small steel door to the key shaped figure in my hand before I decided to put them together. Hope lead me to forget I couldn’t fit more then my finger through the door, and that it was of nothing but continuing of lost light. The little brass key fitted perfectly in the middle of the little steel door knob, and with a little gentle turn the little door made unusual click sound. I believed it opened, but still it would not budge of movement. I thought try to re-try my steps over in more hope it was just tricky, but as soon as I turned the key back over the door suddenly grew large and curved up, and before I could make the choice to enter it sucked me through it. I was spinning furiously through what appeared as a never ending tunnel when I suddenly was getting closer to a little steel door again, and just when I thought I was getting spit back out I rolled out into pure sunshine with smiley face clouds and polka dot mountains, and Mario and his gang all stopped in shock to look at me as I rolled over on brown belly creatures with fangs. Plopped on top a mushroom I was surprised to see my hero in front of me, and was blinded by such vibrant colors
That is a terrific dream, and cheers for recording it.
I mean this kindly and honestly: You owe it to yourself to express your dream in proper english.
I did not finish reading, though the dream was grand, because your grammer was muddled.
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