#dreamd

I was in a large group of people inside a partly huge cavern / auditorium, but the roof was prob 150ft high, and it was dark, seemingly stretched on forever to the back wall. Everything a bit tinted rusty, mahogany, or burgundy. Despite there being no actual light source the room had a soft dingy glow like dusk, just enough to see everyone. The floor was flat slate marble, there was just a single 3ft step and all of us were on the lower floor except the lead.

Everyone was auditioning for something, standing in a forward facing drill line, and we were all brainstorming their roles and costumes. I kept getting in arguments with whoever was trying to be the director. The camera was free floating when not from my perspective, it panned down the line of just a bunch of randos, paused on some guy in a tennis uniform before continuing to the end of the line. The lead decided the guy at the end should swap and have to wear the uniform, but I said that was a stupid idea and suggested "rebirth inside a volcano", "like a god". I was getting talked over by the lead until the guy was very enthusiastic about it and said he liked and much preferred that.

I just kinda laughed at the lead & they seemed visibly irritated, but conceded finally after a stare down. They said condensingly by time we finished suckin each other the wardrobe could be ready and told us to fuck off. My brain is like, well Ok don't mind If I Do. (pretty sure i was almost lucid at least 3 times but couldn't get there lmao)

So the whole scene shifts, we're supposed to be finding a room, but we're suddenly in some random country. The interior looks like an old library mixed with a 50s country diner and a convenience store counter. Metal edged tables, formica and hard ass wooden seats.

I'm wandering through a tight corridor of books with a nonsensical layout, to reach the front desk. I finally wander out, there are plenty of windows, and terrible white/blueish troffer lights with the glass blown out over a table in the back.

On my way there I run into this dream npc I've seen before in past dreams, whenever I almost cut or change my hair in the dream but we never complete the session. I'm briefly transported to the sickly pepto pink mall salon zone with velvet seats and rusted faux gold accents. Everyone there just has a tiny stand, each set up like a miniature skyscraper, haphazardly stacked with sheets, bottles and towels.

I don't even sit down this time, everything kinda whirrs by me, but she directs me back to the building host of the previous zone. It's an old lady with short curly white hair, round wrinkled face and she barely speaks. She tells us to come sit at the back table through the swing doors, by the windows and under the awful troffer lights.

We're given a large thin white book that's bound with black plastic ringlets like a menu. All the text is printed thick and glossy, but it's all in either greek, italian, or romanian. I'm distressed searching for a language I can read in the glossary but she says that's all there is, with a heavy accent. I'm like well shit, It's Over, Day Ruined, although I'm sure I was supposed to become lucid reading that menu, being that it was super crisp.

Time shifts again and I'm sitting at a musty wooden picnic table in the middle of a pasture. The sun is just barely slipped past the horizon, still making extremely deep overcast storm clouds have that ominous glow. The guy from the auditorium is sat across from me to the right.

There's a random person eating in front of me from a plastic tray, and a slightly overweight man in a tight tractor supply co. shirt dancing in place all alone against a single dilapidated wooden fence by the trash bin (which is an oil drum fitted with a trash sack and rubber band) to the left. I kinda laugh and ask him what he's doing, he just scoffs, makes an unintelligible sound & keeps feelin the groove by himself.

After that I'm too overstimulated by the storm clouds and the electricity in the air, that faint wind that feels like the end & the beginning magnified Cause Dream, it's picking up. Lightning starts rippling through the sky in long branches, my vision is blacking out & i'm doing that full body asmr thing i do where i giggle like i'm overdosing on an oxygen tank and about to pass out.

After a moment I'm trying to get the auditorium guy to notice, hey i'm just like you, hey TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT??! Then there's a tornado to our right out in the field. It's black and smokey, a classic Oz type with an elongating roping tail. I'm mesmerized again, the sky is nearly a bloody mahogany behind the twister, black cloud shelfing. I'm briefly on the ground on my back looking at it upside down. I roll and blink then I'm back at the table.

Eventually the sun is gone but the lightning remains, then I catch two distant ball lightnings, they're zigzagging up into the sky erratically. I'm freaking out and going nnnooo wayyyyyy, but right when everyone turns to look the ball explodes right under the moon into a glittery firework. Everyone thinks I was so excited about a stupid firework and no one listens to me explain so i give up.