Izrail
Banned

[B]1.[/B] Potentially at grandmother's home again. Step outside to my out-of-place, previous apartment's balcony and have a seat on the out-of-place futon. A cousin is there. Like me, she's going through a breakup. She's taking it much harder than I am, though. I let her in on my own troubles, which sort of comforts her.

We're drinking tea which later morphs to coffee. Twilight is just setting in and we're looking out to the skies, over a lake that is now there (possibly, can't recall). I thought I caught sight of a plane, but it was a comet. Just as I'm opening my mouth to tell her, I see another! I direct her vision to where I'm looking and I see a handful more that minute. She finally sees a few. I see more and more, all moving toward one spot in space. I'm surprised I could see any, since it's not completely dark outside. I see about 15 in total and think to make a collective wish... but draw a blank.

I turn around to go back inside. Sliding the door open for her, I notice she's on the other side of the railing. She makes her way around to the right side of the balcony. I wonder if she'll jump. Instead, a steel ladder appears and she makes her way down to the basement, coffee cup in hand.

I am young, escaping the wrath of my father and king.

He has taken the thrown and his first great wish is to rebuild the kingdom's gates. The men gather around his lectern-like block of power. I cringe, knowing what path he will take.

So casually does he slit a volunteer's throat; blood quickly pouring out his throat and down his dark skin. I am livid.

I shuffle toward the new, intricate limestone gate the city has magically cast up over night. A string hangs from sloping cornice. Two of my mates knew what had happened and my intention to defy this... evil. They have the string in hand, and regret washes over me. As I lunge to stop them, they tug hard [I]for me[/I] and the honourable gate crumbles down.

I run.

The rest of the dream involves me sneaking back into the kingdom to retrieve some belongings to survive outside the walls on my own. Fortunately, my much younger sister has claimed my room and protected my things. And after a few times of sneaking successfully in the open, I wonder if I'm dead and a ghost--not everyone can see me, particularly my father.

When I set out again within the same hour, I'm now nearly 20 and trying to avoid patrolling guards as I take the path of the woods. I encounter peers who are having lessons on hunting with dire wolves as well as morphing into them--which they were riding. Massive things. One of them knows my dilemma and spots me. Assists me.

We're at a pub and I'm receiving mixed signals from the group. Do they want to help or turn me in? It ends with me making for the bathroom and needing four or five tries to close it's door (finally slamming it to the happiness of some customers around the bathroom).

Inside a massive, luxurious hotel. After leaving someone's room on another floor, I make for the elevator to get to the lobby. I notice a stout, muscular man walk behind me and out through swinging double doors. He's taking the stairs. I decided to do the same. They are very wide and carpeted. By the time I make it to the stairway, he's already a set down.

After going down a level, I notice he's turned around! I quietly also turn around and escape out the door to the sixth floor instead of the seventh (where I started). I run around to the second set of staircases and start running down them, when I hear the door open and see him come after me!

Apparently there had been a rule applied at this after-wedding hotel that people tending to use staircases were Dothraki... which somehow implied they wanted to kill me! Though I did call him a Tagaryen, instead.

The dream continued with me running for my life between the sixth and seven floor, basically, until one time, after running back up to the 7th floor via the second staircase, I waited by the door (which had glass slots) to see if my enemy was after me. When he made it around the corner, muscles like slow-motion jello, coming after me, I ran up to the door... and locked it, ending the chase. Ha ha ha.

Woke up to tears, which is a first.
[B]1.[/B] Earliest location I remember is another public restroom. I was within a small American fastfood joint, and when I entered the bathroom, which had it's door in an odd location between tables and a step off the floor, I was surprised at how small it was. There were actually multiple bathroom inside the space, but it was all very cramped. I struck up conversation with one or two people.

(And I'm quite certain I had a memorable dream before this, but cannot remember it at all.)

[B]2.[/B]The details are already foggy. A giant demonic woman with massive gargoyle wings and a diabolic tail was threatening the area, somehow, although she was incredibly upset. She crawled into a hollow trunk interior from the top of a enormous Christmas tree. I believe I tossed a kitten with incredible metallic maroon/purple fur into it, which she was concerned with earlier. As a friend and I approached the tree, we spoke with her. I woke up petting the gorgeous kitten on my knees in green grass, weeping about the difficulty of something.

[b].1[/b] Either I was visiting an old friend's country or he mine, and we were playing American football in the street outside the place I was staying at. Quite rare seeing his face in a dream. The sun was setting and it was dark out, but we were able to see the ball anyway. A huge family lived at this house and much of it's extended family was over for a large dinner party.

At one point, all the individuals in the home were split by age to better clean up the house after festivities. I was roaming the house looking for something particular, and on each floor, I'd see the different groups of family members. I remember checking an outdoor cabin in the backyard for whatever, and finding the grandparents sleeping on a bench. The side, screened porch was loaded with toddlers half playing with toys and half cleaning up after themselves. A children's playroom possibly in the basement held the older children, as well as my Literature teacher from the High School dream. He was busting it out on the piano while a girl played the saxophone.

[b]2.[/b] Before [b]1.[/b] commenced, however, I was driving down the freeway to go another old acquaintance's birthday party. I had called to let him know around 8pm what the delay was, and let him know I'd arrive around 9pm. After leaving, however, I drove the wrong direction and back to my own home. Upon arriving, I realized I didn't have enough gas to make it back downtown. Then, I was woken.