Remember: this is only a dream...

I am in a tunnel. The sound of a musicbox echoes thru the tunnel. The walls are covered with white semi-translucent plastic. As far as i can see down the tunnel behind me is darkness and in front of me is white light.

I walk towards the light down a straightaway but when i reach a bend, right where the tunnel begins to curve left, is an old white-haired woman in a white robe doing endless pirouettes like a ballerina.

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I hug the wall as i try to walk around her. She alternates between unintelligible whispering and strained humming (out of tune to the musicbox) with each pirouette. Turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, etc. She pays no attention to me as i slink passed her, and I continue down another straightaway.

I walk for a ways before I stop and look back. The tunnel looks virtually the same in both directions except that at one end is blackness and at the other is light. I resume walking straight ahead towards the light until the tunnel curves right. Again, there is a spinning old woman, exactly the same as the woman I'd already passed.

Again i pass the woman and continue onward as the tunnel winds back and forth, alternating between straightaways and curves with an old woman doing pirouettes at each bend.

The dream continues in this cycle until i wake up.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm in a giant room filled with people. It's dark but there are bright strobing lights that pan around the room in jerking stutters. The floor, ceiling, and three of walls are all pitch black. The 4th wall is entirely transparent as if it were made of glass. Outside is a pool patio (the same patio from my pool party / plane crash dream a few nights ago) but inside the room, it's like a club dancefloor with people wall to wall. Half of the people are typical club-goers gyrating away to the bumping music, but the other half of people are circus performers doing various acts, like riding unicycles, juggling, acrobatics, magic tricks, etc.

The dancers and the circus performers mingle with one another as they each do their thing. I am just standing in the corner of the room watching it all happen because i am neither a dancer nor a circus performer. I laugh as a scantily-clad girl freaks a juggling clown, who seems to be trying to ignore the heaving breasts in his face. The clown blinks and a red ball launches up out of the pattern of balls above his head.

The red ball falls and rolls to my feet. I pick it up and throw it back at the clown, but he doesn't try to catch it The ball flies passed him, hits the glass wall with a loud BOOM and bounces around the room. Outside next to the glass wall, a huge muscle-bound man turns around and points at me. The guy looks like he is either the club bouncer or the circus strongman (or both) and he yells at me, "What the fuck at you doing?!?!"

His voice bellows through the wall and across the room over the sound of calliope and bass. Everyone stops dead in their tracks and turns to stare at me. The red ball still ricochets endlessly around the room.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm hanging out at some pool party with some friends, just chilling on the patio. Someone says they're hungry and we all agree it's hotdog time, so I'm elected to go get hotdogs for everyone from the stand on the other side of the patio.

As I walk by the pool, where there is a game of pool-volleyball underway, I'm hit in the back of the head (by an errant volleyball presumably) and knocked into the pool. I sink to the bottom of the pool, facedown and motionless. Underwater, I can hear muffled voices ask "is he dead?" Someone flips me over with their foot and I can see faces looking down at me thru the water. Someone says "his eyes are open, he's fine" and the crowd disperses, leaving me underwater, staring at the sky. I try to swim to the surface, but my body doesn't respond. I can't even gasp for air. Water flows in and out of my gaping mouth. I just lay there motionless. I think "well, this is it" and close my eyes.

I feel myself float to the surface so I open my eyes and it's now nighttime. I climb out of the pool and head back to where my friends were, but they are gone. I find an empty patio-chair and a towel so I wrap my wet, shivering body in the towel and sit down.

I hear a voice say "fasten your safety-belts." I look up and there are two women dressed as flight attendants standing in front of me. I look down and there are seatbelts attached to the patio-chair. I look back up to the women, but they are gone and sliding doors close in front of me and suddenly there are walls of a plane cabin around me. On the siding doors are flashing red lights. On the left door, the light reads "Warning! Safety malfunction!" and on the right, it says "Warning! LYHIUM levels low!"

I look around me, but everyone else in the "plane" are other pool patio people in swimsuits with towels draped over their heads so I can't see their faces (like brightly colored ring-wraiths or dementors or something) and they seem unaware that we're now on a plane. Somewhere behind me someone screams "What about the lyhium! We can't fly without the lyhium!" (pronounced LIE-HEE-UM). Over the plane's PA, a flight attendant's voice says "that's just an idiot-light malfunction... there's really nothing wrong... if the lyhium levels really were low, we would NOT've been able to take off already"

I look out the window and the cityscape is moving below us, but in the opposite direction i expected so apparently my seat is turned around backwards facing the rear of the plane.

The flight attendant politely says: "please shut up and enjoy the flight"

Suddenly there's a loud BOOM that shakes the plane. Out the windows, all i can see is a red-orange glow as the plane rocks back and forth and goes into a dive.

I think aloud, "well, this is it" and close my eyes.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I exit a building and discover that i can't cross the street because, well, there isn't a street anymore. There's just a black, volcanic river of asphalt.

A voice beside me yells "Are you just gotta stand there? Get out of the way!" A man in a bright orange CalTrans jumpsuit shoves me as he passes, dragging a giant firehose that spews liquid asphalt into the street. There's nowhere for me to go in any direction but behind me, so I try to go back into the building but the door is locked. I try to force the door open by pulling and pounding on it. I try to kick the door, but my feet are tangled up in the asphalt hose so i trip, falling backwards into the hot asphalt.

My body sinks down into the black sludge until only my face remains uncovered. A man with a hose sprays asphalt on my face. BLACKNESS. I blink my eyes over and over until finally I can see the bright sunny sky again. I momentarily switch out of my 1st-person POV and I can see myself from a 3rd-person POV looking down from above. I'm just a pair of white eyeballs staring up out of a river of black. A shadow casts over my eyes as a giant steamroller slowly drives over me.

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