My dream was more of a dream within a dream...and rather odd.
I first dreamed I was in my room, and before I fell asleep I was thinking of something concerning $15. I have no idea where that popped up.
The second dream I had started near a river. I felt...happy there. I don't know why. Anyways, several DCW members were there as well and we walked along the river until we reached a building. It was a cross between a Chinese pavilion and a Greek temple, somewhat like the Parthenon. The outside was Greek architecture and looked like it had crumbled (thus the Parthenon) but the inside looked like a rich ancient Chinese household. It seemed to have been converted to some sort of museum. There was a shop on the right side. My friend's dad (I have no idea how he got there) was taking a picture of something. On the ground were several pictures of my dog in rather awkward positions, including her in this gigantic black pot (that looked Photoshopped) with the caption "Boiling Dog."
I met a tall man at that point. He was around 45-50. He didn't seem old but his hair was white. I think that some of my friends (or you guys) were with me, but I'm not sure since none of my friends played a large role in the dream. The man was talking about some kind of boar and screen doors as well as gates and fences. It was at this time that I realized I'd had a similar dream before.
For some reason, I trusted the tall man, not sure why. I think it had something to do with my dad. Either way, I followed him, and I think that either a few of you, my friends, and/or my sister sat in the backseat, but I didn't pay much notice to anybody. I was talking to the man and he was discussing the boar in more detail and how it had torn down the screen door several times and he was nervous something would happen. I knew subconsciously that something would, but then again, it was a dream.
Back at the temple/pavilion, the man's son was tearing down the screen doors and installing the fences. They didn't seem very strong, and for some reason were neon green. The fence didn't help and the boar came tearing it down. Then it left.
This is around where my third dream started. My sister and I were in this gigantic building of some sort. It was dark and we were running. I didn't feel scared at first, so I suppose that we were just running for fun. We came into this gigantic playground-like room and we both fell onto this cushioned, long pillow-like thing. We were laughing, and then suddenly, I don't know why or where or how, I felt a chill and thought someone was watching. I started running, bringing my sister with me, and we just kept running upstairs, my heart pounding. I kept feeling scared and I don't know why.
Around this time...I woke up.
Don't ask how my brain can in such a short period of time think of such wacko, weird, and crazy dreams.
There was also a small detail in there that I'm going to ignore since it's not of much significance.
