Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/14/2023
By Xiileaf
I was at some sort of fairground thing that had a lot of people and lots going on. I don’t remember a lot other than running around quite a bit, and seeing lots of red and white decorations—the apparent color scheme of the fair. I don’t recall going on any rides, but I think I saw some animals. I wasn’t impressed either way. I was under a little tent/cover thing, like the type put up with metal stakes over a food or other goods vendor. Of course the cover, too, what red and white. It was of a larger size than the normal ones, maybe 150 or 200% larger. I looked out at the ocean that was nearby. The fair was located on a beach of sorts. The water looked funny, so I immediately realized I was dreaming. The color was off, more of a dark cerulean than the natural color one sees in the ocean. There wasn’t any white foam either, and the waves were kind of in-organic looking, like the type you see in some 3D models/renders. Immediately after noticing I was dreaming, the water became a little aggressive, still not looking even remotely correct. I took this as a sign of the dream breaking, so I tried to calm down, but I already was calm. The oddly shaped waves became tsunami height, so I tried again. Somehow they went back to being less angry, but I knew it was over for me. Everything quickly faded to a solid white, and I knew defeat. I opened my eyes and mentally grumbled. At least there was something.