FelipeBleiv
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The dream started as I walked in the wallways of a really big building my mind made, it had high ceiling, walls from the color of sand and intricated door trims from the same color (the doors, besides being tall, where plane if any at all). It was full of young people walking in the wallways (they where really large) even children and had at very least 5 floors with no stairs, only ramps. I'm from Brazil and we don't have big structures to schools, so most likely wasn't. At the start of the dream, I was a kid too.
In the dream, one cousin betrayed me with lies and got kids to attack me after that. I defeated them all. That happened on the only room I ever entered, It had no ceiling, allowing me to see a starless night (it was also one of the ones with no door either) and vegetation in it; The portion of the floor, that wasn't covered in vegetation, was in plane cement. It was a cousin that I never really talked much with. Because he never was a good person. I had seen a picure of him as a kid in that night (while awake) so, that maybe influenced it. Probably the dream gave the kid one of the faces that was the most feasible to betray me, in my mind. I was maybe 8 at the start of the dream, and I grew as I beated foes down (I'm 25 outside the dream).
They where kids, but most of them, I got the impression it was only outside.
After that I ran to the down floors and got in a few conflicts in my way. About 2 floors later, the situation calmed down. I was probably 16 then. I was joyfull at the newly found peace, and contemplating the place and faces around me. Nobody that I knew, by the way. But a bunch of people, including woman, taller than me. And I didn't wanted to have to fight them, specially not many of them.
Then I found what I was searching, even tough I didn't knew that I was searching anything at all until then. It was a men, holding on some golden locks, not really long, they had about the lenght of a palm, from the middle finger to the wrist. It wasn't his hair at all, even tough he was blonde himself, and not of anyone else I could remember. It was simply, a stranger's hair on someone's hands. But I really wanted it, and the man holding on it was a stranger and didn't matter to me if not for the fact, he was holding on something I needed to get. But for some reason, I got the impression that even tough he wasn't waiting for me, that moment, he was; The situation wasn't unexpected for him. I never had any friend that is blonde, specially not with golden hair, neither my hair is from that color by the way.
Without saying a word we fought. He was the hardest fight so far, and a thought I would lose. Out of nowhere the men stopped and willingly gave me half of the locks, he said it was going to give me time when I needed it, even tough only one second. I immediately started to run to the outside of the building, since I had the impression more people wanted those locks, and I was a easier fight than the men previously holding into it. I really wanted to escape that building and since I was already in the ground floor, didn't took long. On my way out, I saw people looking at me from the windows. They pittied me, even the ones previously agressive to me.
Outside not only was still night, it was raining really heavy. The heavyest rain I had ever faced, with really strong wind to it. No lightning, or sound of thunder tough, neither it was cold. But the wind was so heavy that the rain was completly vertical, given me the impression I couldn't hide from it. Outside the dream I had faced rain so strong before that it's drops hurted when hitting the skin, but those, hurted at very least 3x as much. Every drop that fell into me, also stroke my mind with the phrase "I need to get away from it". And there where many. The locks where in my pocket, and had changed their color now (I was wearing shorts and a shirt). Now the weirdly precious and unknown hair (?!) was pink. First bright and strong pink, later a light tone of it as I walked. The wind got a few strands away from my pocket at the start of my run (that's when I saw the color), but the one thing stronger in my mind wasn't the need to get away from the wind, or the pain, was the urge to seal my pocket so that the wind woudn't take away anymore of the locks. And I managed to do so. As the dream approached an end, the wind had made running impossible and even walking was a challenge, making me even stop a few times. Before waking up I saw a florest nearby and I thought "I should to there, it will be better" and after that, slowly my mind stirred away from the dream. Then I got awake, in the middle of the night. I was agitated mostly and maybe a little bit scared from the rain still.
Can you give me some insight in what to think of it?
Remembering dreams is normal to me by the way, it happens everyday, at minimum of two dreams, sometimes even 5. So don't mind so many details.
In the dream, one cousin betrayed me with lies and got kids to attack me after that. I defeated them all. That happened on the only room I ever entered, It had no ceiling, allowing me to see a starless night (it was also one of the ones with no door either) and vegetation in it; The portion of the floor, that wasn't covered in vegetation, was in plane cement. It was a cousin that I never really talked much with. Because he never was a good person. I had seen a picure of him as a kid in that night (while awake) so, that maybe influenced it. Probably the dream gave the kid one of the faces that was the most feasible to betray me, in my mind. I was maybe 8 at the start of the dream, and I grew as I beated foes down (I'm 25 outside the dream).
They where kids, but most of them, I got the impression it was only outside.
After that I ran to the down floors and got in a few conflicts in my way. About 2 floors later, the situation calmed down. I was probably 16 then. I was joyfull at the newly found peace, and contemplating the place and faces around me. Nobody that I knew, by the way. But a bunch of people, including woman, taller than me. And I didn't wanted to have to fight them, specially not many of them.
Then I found what I was searching, even tough I didn't knew that I was searching anything at all until then. It was a men, holding on some golden locks, not really long, they had about the lenght of a palm, from the middle finger to the wrist. It wasn't his hair at all, even tough he was blonde himself, and not of anyone else I could remember. It was simply, a stranger's hair on someone's hands. But I really wanted it, and the man holding on it was a stranger and didn't matter to me if not for the fact, he was holding on something I needed to get. But for some reason, I got the impression that even tough he wasn't waiting for me, that moment, he was; The situation wasn't unexpected for him. I never had any friend that is blonde, specially not with golden hair, neither my hair is from that color by the way.
Without saying a word we fought. He was the hardest fight so far, and a thought I would lose. Out of nowhere the men stopped and willingly gave me half of the locks, he said it was going to give me time when I needed it, even tough only one second. I immediately started to run to the outside of the building, since I had the impression more people wanted those locks, and I was a easier fight than the men previously holding into it. I really wanted to escape that building and since I was already in the ground floor, didn't took long. On my way out, I saw people looking at me from the windows. They pittied me, even the ones previously agressive to me.
Outside not only was still night, it was raining really heavy. The heavyest rain I had ever faced, with really strong wind to it. No lightning, or sound of thunder tough, neither it was cold. But the wind was so heavy that the rain was completly vertical, given me the impression I couldn't hide from it. Outside the dream I had faced rain so strong before that it's drops hurted when hitting the skin, but those, hurted at very least 3x as much. Every drop that fell into me, also stroke my mind with the phrase "I need to get away from it". And there where many. The locks where in my pocket, and had changed their color now (I was wearing shorts and a shirt). Now the weirdly precious and unknown hair (?!) was pink. First bright and strong pink, later a light tone of it as I walked. The wind got a few strands away from my pocket at the start of my run (that's when I saw the color), but the one thing stronger in my mind wasn't the need to get away from the wind, or the pain, was the urge to seal my pocket so that the wind woudn't take away anymore of the locks. And I managed to do so. As the dream approached an end, the wind had made running impossible and even walking was a challenge, making me even stop a few times. Before waking up I saw a florest nearby and I thought "I should to there, it will be better" and after that, slowly my mind stirred away from the dream. Then I got awake, in the middle of the night. I was agitated mostly and maybe a little bit scared from the rain still.
Can you give me some insight in what to think of it?
Remembering dreams is normal to me by the way, it happens everyday, at minimum of two dreams, sometimes even 5. So don't mind so many details.