Twice have I dreamed of a dream headquarters, or what I perceived to be the dream headquarters. The first time years ago, the second time months ago. Although my memories of the first dream are now hard to recall, I am almost sure that they were identical in that the place had changed little since I last saw it.
The first time I broke into the place, I was having something like a nightmare. I was in a maze of some sorts, the walls red and dark. I was of course being chased by several people while I fled to a nonexistant hiding area. However, in a moment, I decided to do something to throw of my pursuers, to do something that they would not expect, which was for me to do something out of the ordinary for me. I spun around and plunged right through them. There seemed to be a moment of confusion among the people before it gave way to panic. This was not what they had planned for.
I raced to a wall and plunged through it only to find myself in an office of some sorts. There was a male entity that I immediately recognized/decided(?) to be the the CEO of dreams. The entity seemed startled, but that was all I saw before I bashed through the window to go outside. The office was of course on the top of a multistory building. The sky looked like dawn, when you wake up early and go outside into peace and quiet, a type of dawn that you can just sit and watch as you wait for the sun to come up and the rest of the world to wake from slumber.
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On the ground, the world transitioned into a sunny area. There were lots of people gathered in what looked to be a park of some sort for some kind of celebration or event. When I appeared from the sky, the people scattered in a shocked and scared manner. I also ran so I could see more of the area. It seemed that the place I ran to from the park was a residential area. It might have been a dream creation place, for there I saw a glimpse of a great many different versions of the same type of dream. It was very strange, for each house had different version. I raced on, fearing and wondering at what I saw.
At this point, I feel like I cannot remember parts of my dream. The next thing I can remember was the ending of the dream. There, I was escaping on a water vehicle with rebels. We were being chased by the guards. The water was a vibrant and clear blue, like the ones you see in the photos of a beautiful foreign shore. Appartently, they were people like me, people who had broken into the dream hq. They told me to go to a specific place in my dreams the next time in order to meet up with them, but I do not remember. I did not meet them again until a few years after, and even then I am not sure if I had met with the same ones as the first time.
Too lazy to write about the second break-in. Maybe another time. Also, my writing sucks and the desciptions are horrible. There are repititions and I'm sure there are grammar mistakes as well. Sorry for not being able to convey what I experienced as well as I intended to.