Blind at the museum

Date: 4/28/2019

I am in a museum in a large industrial warehouse. The works are all sculptural. A forest of vertical rods you walk among. An animated tower of scrap. In a semi-lucid moment, I realize that this is a dream, which means that I am actually the person who created all this art. I try to take s video on my phone so I can remember the work when I wake up, but it doesn’t work. Behind the museum, I go for a swim in a shallow lake with a sandy beach. I can’t see, blinded by bright light. I swim anyways. I wander back through the museum, mostly blind. I have some fear of getting caught, but I don’t know by whom. I take a catwalk, looking down on a big room of sculptures and other museum patrons. I leave the building. Now completely blind, I walk across sand to some destination. A friend finds me and guides me. Even though I can’t see, I remember the path from other dreams - down into a tunnel under a road, under a second road, then up into the city. This dream ends. I’m a second, unrelated dream, I am hiding under a bed with two strangers in the room. I know I am in s video game, and I have to kill them both before I can leave. I don’t want to.