A bizarre long dream

Date: 12/8/2017

By awalker406

I was carrying a bag full of vinyls and on my way to a party. I arrive with my friend Laura and there wasn’t many people there. I set myself on the decks and started playing. Some loved it and some didn’t. As the party comes to an end, I began to pack all my vinyls back in my bag when suddenly the decks became on fire. I wasn’t scared, nor did I feel danger. Me and my friend Laura went thru a door, where she disappeared. I was in a room with a cast iron typewriter and two chairs. Phoebe appeared with her school rucksack. “What are you doing here? You’re mother is going to be worried sick about you” I said to her. She looked a bit lost and sat in one of the chairs. I took my place with the typewriter in front of me and said “What’s wrong?”. She didn’t speak but somehow I began typing away her thought on the typewriter, as if I was the processor. The keys of each letter of the typewriter set alight, creating small flames. I didn’t feel and heat, nor did I get burnt, I just kept typing away. Afterwards I folded the letter with great care and put inside a pristine letter and address it to her mother with the most beautiful handwriting and sent it on it’s way. “Come on, I need to take you back to your mother” I said. She hands me her hot water bottle, it was freezing cold. I pick up the flames from the typewriter keys and put them all in the hot water bottle and sealed the top tightly and handed it to her. We then made our way thru the door but she disappeared. On the other side, I found myself in a hotel hallway next to a set of elevators with my dad and a couple. “Whatever you do, don’t use the right elevator!” This couple said to us. My dad just rumbling underneath his breath, already knowing which elevator he was going to take. The couple takes the elevator on the left and we waited for the one on the right. When the elevator reach our floor the doors open with a stutter. “Why didn’t we take the other elevator?” I asked. He replied with his normal reassurance “its will be alright. There’s nothing wrong with this elevator!”. As we got onboard and the stuttering doors eventually closed, I couldn’t tell if I was going up or down but suddenly it stopped. “Bloody typical!” I said, as I rolled my eyes. I popped the side panel in the elevator and try to find and fix the problem. I heard my dad laughing with someone behind me. As turned my turned to see my dad laughing with my grandad (he’s father-in-law). We then reach our destination and exited the elevator. I was back at this house party but at the rear of the house with people leaving thru the door with a exit sign above. “So I guess this where we say our goodbyes then” Laura said to me with a sad face. “I guess so, my friend” I replied. We hugged each other tightly and she left thru the exit door. I take a moment to sigh before heading towards the exit but this guy grabbed my arm and said “are you sure you want to go that way?”. He unlocks a door with some strange looking keys. I open the door and began to descending down a set of stairs. The further I went down, the ceiling started to lower, to the point I had to crawl down the stairs, which became pitch black. I pulled myself out of the hole and found myself crawling out from under a desk. I was in this glass box and behind a counter in a bank, with my suit on. This disgusting and smelly couple handed me stacks of greasy oily money to me, to deposit in their account. One after another, constantly pulling money out of a Asda bag. I couldn’t stand it no more. So I pulled out a lighter and set all their money on fire. I stared at the flames for a moment, before I made my escape by going back under the desk and in that pitch black hole. On the other side, I found myself back on the stairs that finally leads to a record shop. I was flicking thru records and admiring the beautiful art work. I was like a kid in a sweet shop. I couldn’t stay tho, I had to leave. I went thru exit door and into a 50’s sports car. As I was driving in this car, i had an overwhelming feeling that I wanted to live my life in the 50’s again.