I woke up at 4 in the morning again and headed back to sleep.
Dream:
I was in a hall, or roller skating rink. There were a few twists and turns that took me from one end of the dream into the next – I was travelling around for no good reason. Just mindless exploration.
I had the feeling of motion, when I looked down, I was skating – something I was never able to master. My version of roller-skating skill is legs spread apart, willing myself to stay balanced as I roll forward. In the dream I was actually skating and crossing my legs over correctly – the sensation and freedom of a perfect balanced skate routine was new to me.
Speeding up and slowing down at will – as if I was controlled by the skill of the avatar my spirit had taken for a ride. This hallway was darkened and I continued to glide around until I saw the light from a doorway that opened up. Another skater had came through.
A woman dressed in cosplay, as a pink and white Anime Mech robot.. she nearly knocked me down as I escaped past her through the door from the dark tunnel. Exiting from the dark, the layout of where I emerged wasn’t very familiar. I end up travelling up and down staircases looking for a way out, not in panic but in frustration.
One stairway led to a landing that reminded me of a subway station and I found an inoperable escalator (I’ve dreamt of them before) going down. At the bottom some men were playing ice Hockey and had blocked the end with a Plexiglass barrier that had a small hole cut out for the puck to go through. When I reached the bottom I asked “How do I get out of here?” One player dressed in full Hockey uniform answered “Through there.” I said “But that hole is too small” he meant that I could move the barrier, he moved it himself off to one side and let me pass through.
They waited till I left the area to continue the game. I thought that I knew the way out from there but it took me several more staircases before I made my way outside, underneath the staircase to the elevated train at my old home station, emerging from a space between the two sections of reality, this caught my attention as I exited and stood up in familiar territory. #dreamdiary
Gabe Miranda lives a stones throw from uptown Charlotte, enjoys Star gazing and creating chaos on Twitter. Currently working on editing diary posts to self publish his first book.
