Date: 11/9/2018
By carolinakai
So I accessed my deep memories in a dream. I was with a group of people and we were trying to get into this huge ancient Chinese castle. It wasn’t Chinese at all...but for the purposes of the dream let’s just say it was. There were all these traps while we were trying to get in but finally once we got in...there were all these streams of water. Floating in the air. Some of them were big like rivers and others were tiny and thin. Some flowed fast while others were slow and peaceful. The ground was all this really fine tan wet sand. The room we came into was sort of like a cathedral almost. It let in a bunch of gorgeous silvery sunlight from this huge round window opening all the way at the top. Some of the rivers caught the light and other parts didn’t. But the thing about these rivers...everyone I knew was floating along them in these huge long lines. Some on pieces of wood or pool floaties(haha) And I mean everyone. People I haven’t thought about in ages. People I’ve met only once. All of them had specific faces, not like that general mass crowd thing that our brains do in dreams and none of the people have eyes. But these people did. And all of them were familiar. I remember I was looking for a whole bunch of people, but I can’t remember who. Except I do remember looking for my high school drama director. He was cool. I found him, but woke up before I could talk to him. So yeah. My memory bank is floating rivers.