#abcdreams

I dream of cats lately. in one dream I was trying to find a way how to save a seal, which somehow got into my garden and looked like a cat with mermaid tail, from my family that wanted to make dinner out of its meat. in another I was struggling against my former high school teacher because I wanted to leave doors open long enough so that every single kitten could get to safety running away from bats whispering "we're gonna kill y'all"

I dreamt I was in a squad, a special unit designed to search through a town struck by war to see whether it was indeed a ghost town and check for potential leftover traps. The air was grey and foggy. From doors to doors we went, turning upside down anything we could find in every demolished, emptied, intact house. It was an adventure because each building was so different inside, sometimes hiding unexpected treasures like the one in which there were still photographs, pictures of people who resided in it. Still, the most interesting case amongst them all was the one which featured an abandoned tavern in Japanese style on a bamboo floor that was rocking back and forth as we walked on, its gentle movement accompanied by a soft whisper. It resembled a giant circular hammock stretched along walls of the same shape, open in the centre in a way one, technically, could have fallen over that edge should they wanted to. I recalled Dante's Inferno upon realising I was only standing on the very first floor. The consecutive ones seemed to descend into some sort of a basement. They retained the same structure and shape although their size was gradually decreasing as we continued downwards. The tavern was slowly dying out with less and less of tables and chairs on each subsequent level while somewhere along the way we discovered that a murder must have happened in this place, a woman was killed long before war even took place. In that moment I became a little detective looking for clues. I was so curious about the truth. Finally, upon reaching the ground we found ourselves in a tiny circular area of approximately ten meters squared in overall size, paved with the already familiar bamboo. Light barely reached as far. It was dark. Weird. Scary. There was no opening in the middle, only one single wooden human-sized figure of pawn standing where it should have been, a note near its feet which read, "this is where she died".

just dreamed I was drinking with a possessive ex and then I suddenly found myself outside alone my vision blurry colours screaming and I could jump soo high I went over those hedges once twice until I landed down dead my neck broken while everyone kept calling me "Gigi"