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Dream – Hapless to Europe

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I was travelling to Europe – somewhere where there were castles nearby airports. As I landed with my luggage I found myself on a shuttle bus and about 11 of us were being lead into this dark labyrinthine parking structure through many turns, eventually being dropped off deep inside what appeared to be a castle. As I was walking through I found myself lost in a series of hallways, walking along aisles of people eating and drinking. The format of the place shifted, sometimes it felt like an airport lounge, sometimes it felt like I was several flights up some dark and creaky stairs in the middle o some retrofitted abandoned castle turned into a tourist trap. The overall sense of the dream was that it was a trap. Waves of malevolence were coming off the shuttle bus driver and staff, sarcastically wishing us a happy time visiting.

I wandered along this maze, this labyrinth, asking people how to get to the street and nobody spoke English. When I approached and asked they looked at me, shrugged, and laughed. I started to get panicked and looked left and right for a way out. About every 50 feet or so there were dumbwaiter elevators which were paneled in dark wood, the entire restaurant was dark, perhaps just dim. I collected myself, put the panic aside and set off for a straight walk – if I progress in one direction long enough I should find some way out, I thought.

Walking along I ended up coming to what appeared to be a dead end. I felt along the wall in the corner and inlaid into the wall was a dark cast iron ring. I turned the ring and it was just like turning a doorknob. A thick heavy iron-banded door creaked open and there was a way out. I walked calmly down this hallway, which lead to stairs and eventually outside.

When I got outside, the shuttle bus people were standing there, with other passengers and then it was like nothing untoward had happened. They didn’t seem anything but disinterested to see me. As I stood there collecting myself and checking my luggage the man driving the shuttle bus asked if I had fun. I stopped being the primary actor and started being a spectator at this point and found myself thanking the shuttle bus staff for their time and trouble and raving about their service. I couldn’t stop myself from saying “I’ll be sure to tell all my friends about this!”  and right after that the shuttle bus staff exchanged a look and a man with dirty blond hair came up along side me and started to ask me involved questions regarding where I came from and who I may talk to regarding the shuttle bus service people and started patting my pockets and fumbling to grab my arm to take off my watch – he definitely wanted something of mine. I smiled, shook off his flapping fumbling hand, gathered my things together and… promptly woke up.

The case of the poorly buried radioactive WMU President.

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Just woke up from a comic/creepy/odd dream. I was on West Campus at Western, wandering around – the scene was industrial, a loading dock perhaps Dalton Hall but it was a nighttime and it was much larger than it really is, more spacious at least. I was walking just past the dock and ended up in an office and suddenly I was in a dream-storyline and was an observer of the story as it was playing out. This is what I saw.

I noticed that underneath the Welcome station for this buildings office receptionist there was a burial capstone set into the floor, off to the side, under her desk. Her desk was actually resting on the capstone and it was slightly ajar. Nobody thought this was upsetting in the least, except for me. The office was just beyond a door that lead to the aforementioned industrial dock area, just so we’re clear on the setting. For some reason I had a geiger counter and it was screaming off the charts, the pin buried at the top of it’s range, the radiation was pouring out of the slightly ajar capstone. For some reason I can’t explain I knew that there was a WMU President, an old dead one buried RIGHT THERE. I woke up thinking it was Sangren, but it could be anyone I suppose. I was screaming at everyone in the building “Why would you bury him HERE?”, “It’s horribly radioactive! You’re all going to DIE!” and nobody seemed the least bit concerned. It was then that I realized that everyone I was talking to were both there and not, they’d appear and dissapear, like a flickering hologram generator. I was then wandering the hall looking for someone to tell, and the plan was to find someone to help pop off the capstone, and clean up whatever it was that was pouring out so much radiation. There was so much that it looked like a faint blue haze or fog pouring out of the capstone. Eventually the scene fell out of a “WMU” context and into a kind of Indiana Jones adventure context, mood lighting and such. I woke up with the overwhelming desire to buy a geiger counter and bring it to work, just in case.

So there we go. The analysis of this dream pretty much writes itself.