Dream: "How will I die?"

Dream: February 1st, 2023.

I remember that I woke up at 6:00am for my alarm but then went back to sleep until 12:30pm. Let’s see if I can quickly recite a tale enough of my dream so that I will be able to remember it.

There was a segment of the dream when I was driving in the night. I was driving a car with my mom in the driver’s seat. I was in the passenger seat. Despite this, I was the one driving. I remember driving back and forth between a house that looks like it is my grandparents’ house and to a house that looks much like my own. But in the dream, the one that looked like my grandparents’ house was my house while the one that looked like my own home was an airport. We were waiting for my dad’s plane to land and for him to arrive at the airport so we could pick him up. So I’m not sure why we kept driving away from the airport and back to the house.

During that dream, I remember that I went inside the house to find an unfamiliar family lived there. There was a mother. Her hair must have been dyed because it was unnaturally blonde for her age. She had a husband, though we never did see him. We saw his gear which indicated to us that he was a firefighter. Where he was or whether he was even still alive is something I never found out. They had a son who looked to be about 13 years old and a daughter who was about 8. The son and daughter had dark black hair and brown eyes. So the hair color of their mother stood out as even more unnatural.

A circus tent. I remember distinctly that I was in a circus tent. And the subject of the matter was “How will I die?” The circus performers sat all sides, but they seemed like giants to me due to a matter of perspective. Since it was a dream, apparent size and actual size were the same thing. The ringleader of the circus was an old lady on a rocking chair. But she was surely wearing a wig because her hair was a lush brown full of curls instead of the silvery gray I expected. “How would I die?” The matter at hand was my imminent demise. I had entered a sauna at the festival but it was a trap. It was designed to capture and kill those unwary enough to fall to the lure. How it was intended to kill them? Perhaps it was supposed to be from the heat. I had not died yet. I did not know how I would be killed. But they had opened up the sauna by tearing down the walls to reveal that the entire structure was within a circus tent. I saw a wheel with straps where you tie someone to the board, then blindly fling knives at the participant. I saw coffin-like box with wood clippings ripping through the middle as it had been chopped in half multiple times, with people still inside. I saw a wooden barrel with the hilts of blades impaling it. Guillotines. Straight jackets. Cannons that fire people as projectiles. Unicycles on tight ropes. Juggling flaming torches or swords.

In my dream, I remember a part in which I was nearly drowned by an orc witch shaman when I fell down the sewers in her swamp.

There was a part of the dream in which I was in this non-existent white space, reminds me of The Backrooms. I had a map that was an incredibly vague, describing how if I stayed to the left-side of the walls, I would reach a figment. But if I sticked to the right side, I would go through liminal space.

Iron Carousel. Is that the name of the hotel I was dropped off at? To escape, I remember that you have to be the Avatar: Master of all Four Elements or else you would die in your attempts to escape. I was not the Avatar, I had no power over any element. But I escaped anyway. The closing earth would crush you if you did not have the power to move it. So I was crushed. The water would drown you if you could not bend it, so I was unable to breathe. The fire would char you if you couldn’t control it, so my body went up in flames. The lightning from the storm, the gale force wind of cold, shivering icicles. No chance of survival unless you had power over the elements. But I survived by pure grit and determination. The two others with me had power over elements. One of them was even the Avatar. Neither of those two survived. Strange, two others made it out alive, whom I know have no power over any elements. I never saw them in there, nor did I see them escape.

It was the third episode, she said. The third episode of the second season. She turned right at the intersection after watching it and found herself trapped in liminal space. I had a similar experience.

I travel with a boy who must be barely a young adult. At most, he’s 18. He looks like he is probably native american. But he is obsessed with the canned beans we’ve been finding in these halls. I warn him to avoid touching anything found in these unfamiliar places. We don’t know anything about the nature of liminal space. What looks like canned beans could instead be a weapon. He didn’t believe me. He was too hungry. But the butcher was watching. So I dragged him away and threw the beans from his grasp.

A wooden cabin the forest at night. On the porch, two men stand, staring down their rifle sights. One pointing to the left. One aiming to the right. I crawl prone on the ground, through the tall grass. My allies follow. We try to stay quiet. If they hear us, they’ll shoot us. I’m certain of it. I don’t know why they would. They have no reason to harm us. But though this looks like a wood, we are trapped in a figment. A figment is not like a liminal space. From the map’s description, it’s like a memory. It has a background with people and place. But it can be very dangerous if you meet anybody. The natives do not take kindly to trespassers.

In my dream, I stopped time in the cabin. There was a crime, a murder was about to happen. Whose death it was, I cannot fathom. Because before the gun was drawn, everyone became frozen. I saw the stench of death from the future, waft through the air, swirling like a vulture. The little girl on the ground, was she to be the victim? Or was she culprit? What was her weapon?

I remember entering my grandma’s house, but it was the land of fae. So after the moment that I stepped inside, I wasn’t allowed to leave. The rules of hospitality forced me to stay. I must spend the night inside for I could not leave til day. But the day never comes, it was the night forever dark. So I had to go back in time before I first entered.

An Ender Dragon, it was like Minecraft. If you see the End, your life is forfeit. The purple eyes, they will pursue your torment. You’ll lose your soul to the endless furnace.

Two-Dimensional. I was in a room. They were two-dimensional. It was  school. It was not open anymore. But in the wooden room, I found a door. I went through the door. I listened as two others talked with me. Speaking about food. What food they liked. Cereal, what they use their food. I was thrown through the air. I landed on bouncy cushions that are incredibly very powerful. I remember that when I fell, I was propelled even higher into the air. Then I landed. There was a computer. I read the computer. It controlled the missile systems of the airplane.