theforestfield

Thursday, 6/12
NON LUCID

I am standing in a big room. Everything around has been torn apart. Clearly, there were great amount of walls before it has been demolished and turned into this big room. There's dust, dirt and general building trash laying around on the floor but not so much. The ceiling is V shaped as common for the attics. I have the feeling that it is the same 3rd floor of the building I am living in real life (which is being renovated), but at the same time it is totally different.

My best friend O and co-worker R is there too, looking around, inspecting all of it. Apparently, we are going to move in together and now having a hard time to choose where to place our beds. I am playing a very active role in this: "There should be a room, and here we can have big living room to share, this where your room will be R..." I am changing my mind all the time and it doesn't really seem that my friends care what I say, nor I care if they listen.

While I am showing everything around how I imagine it to be I come to a far end of the room. There are small stairs and a door just besides the rear wall. I crouch and let myself in leaving O and R behind. I end up in another attic room which is very small - you could barely stand in it. It feels like it's the bedroom my other co-worker and a friend M has in real life even though it is much different. There is no furniture at all, you can feel hard wood all around and spiderwebs suggest that the room has been abandoned for a long time. I am crawling further and drop into a hole, like a pit. It is stomach deep. I look around and notice that there is water dripping from the ceiling and wood all around is rotten. With the idea that nobody could move in here I leave the room and go back.

My friends have settled the beds. All three of them are standing in one corner put together from end till end. I am upset and irritated by the intimacy and lack of private space but I do not question their choice. Instead I look for the door (oh look, it is there!) and choose to go outside.

Outside I realize that it is definitely not the building I am living in, and it is not the same town. I have not been on the third floor at all. Just outside the door there is a street busier than any street I've ever seen. Literally, you can step into the walking pavement just from the doorway where mass of unrecognizable people walking to all directions. Cars go one after another without any break. But the amazing thing - there is nothing. Just this one house, the street and fields as far as eyes can see.

I come back in and I notice I have a guest. E is there. Immediately I get more intense and irritated as I started thinking how are we going to sleep together when O and R has their beds just beside mine.

I could not think of it too much. People started to flow into the house. More and more, soon enough the room turned into complete chaos full of people. I am looking around and noticed that they are actually my friends and acquaintances from previous school. I am glad to see them, but no one is actually interacting with me. In fact, nothing there makes any sense, everyone is walking around like particles colliding into each other and changing directions without any reason. I feel like I want to go somewhere and there are stairs which have not been there before.

I go up, maybe couple of floors and end up in a concert hall. All square, not so big. Same ex schoolmates sitting on chairs forming a bend line towards one corner. I take one chair and sit down. There has been a band playing in the corner. I can hear rhythm is getting faster and music louder. It is getting very intense. They loose the control, drummer flips his drums, singer throws away microphone stand, guitarist smashes his guitar. And that keeps on for a while, everyone is watching the band to destroying their equipment in complete calmness. I turn to someone beside me and ask what is it all about. Someone answers that it's just a regular school meeting. I notice refreshments on chairs in between the people, cakes and coffee and tea.

I then go out of the hall and noticed that everyone is gone. Without a saying it is clear that it's morning. I am walking around the house and it seems that everything has been transformed. It looks like a house someone has been living for a long time, except that there are unusually many beds. All the beds are made nice, with proper beddings and everything around clean.

I go up again and there is a new room. The room has 8 corners which shape into octagon. It's dark blue, have night curtains and useful furniture built into walls, like closes and shells. In general, I like the room. My friends O and R are also there and we all agree that this room should be our room we move in.

Beds start to gain shape next to three different walls, as far from each other as possible.