Last night's dream
I don't know that this dream necessarily meant anything (it might, it might not, who knows), but it certainly left a mark.
The setting of this dream was... a grocery store. A Whole-Foods-esque place that tried to make itself look upscale and hip with dark wood decor and unusual brands. The majority of the dream was me walking around looking at the various products and asking questions of the staff. Shopping, basically. (Riveting.)
Then, while walking through a new aisle, I saw the door. It was midway through the aisle, interrupting the shelves. It was dark wood with a brass handle. There were no signs, but I thought to myself, 'That door is clearly for employee use only. I'm not meant to go in there.'
However, because some part of me knew it was a dream - and because even in real life the knowledge that I 'shouldn't go in there' hasn't always stopped me from trying a doorknob, just to see - I went and opened it, stepped through.
Beyond the door was utter darkness. I felt myself falling immediately, as there was no floor to catch my step. I only managed to avoid falling who-knows-how-far by gripping onto the doorknob. I felt no wind, but my body waved around as if semi-weightless and caught in a gale.
I reached out a foot and found purchase on what felt like a stone wall. With that and my grip on the door, I was able to pull myself back up into the aisle, and shut the door behind me.
Shaken, but generally alright, I continued in my shopping until I was approached by a woman who had lost her child. He had last been seen in the aisle with the door.
I feared the worst. We ran for the aisle, but just as we got there, there was her son, toddling toward her, perfectly fine.
Then the woman decided to peek behind the door, just to see what was there. Still curious, I followed, but kept my distance.
This time, there was light beyond the door, and the beginnings of a spiraling staircase made of pale, rough stone. We both stepped closer. I peered over her shoulder, thinking I could just start to make out something else down there --
-- and the door slammed, assertively, in our faces.
This entry was originally posted at http://moreinsanerer.dreamwidth.org/2115.html.
The setting of this dream was... a grocery store. A Whole-Foods-esque place that tried to make itself look upscale and hip with dark wood decor and unusual brands. The majority of the dream was me walking around looking at the various products and asking questions of the staff. Shopping, basically. (Riveting.)
Then, while walking through a new aisle, I saw the door. It was midway through the aisle, interrupting the shelves. It was dark wood with a brass handle. There were no signs, but I thought to myself, 'That door is clearly for employee use only. I'm not meant to go in there.'
However, because some part of me knew it was a dream - and because even in real life the knowledge that I 'shouldn't go in there' hasn't always stopped me from trying a doorknob, just to see - I went and opened it, stepped through.
Beyond the door was utter darkness. I felt myself falling immediately, as there was no floor to catch my step. I only managed to avoid falling who-knows-how-far by gripping onto the doorknob. I felt no wind, but my body waved around as if semi-weightless and caught in a gale.
I reached out a foot and found purchase on what felt like a stone wall. With that and my grip on the door, I was able to pull myself back up into the aisle, and shut the door behind me.
Shaken, but generally alright, I continued in my shopping until I was approached by a woman who had lost her child. He had last been seen in the aisle with the door.
I feared the worst. We ran for the aisle, but just as we got there, there was her son, toddling toward her, perfectly fine.
Then the woman decided to peek behind the door, just to see what was there. Still curious, I followed, but kept my distance.
This time, there was light beyond the door, and the beginnings of a spiraling staircase made of pale, rough stone. We both stepped closer. I peered over her shoulder, thinking I could just start to make out something else down there --
-- and the door slammed, assertively, in our faces.
This entry was originally posted at http://moreinsanerer.dreamwidth.org/2115.html.