A Warped City

Date: 1/11/2020

Falling asleep was like waking up, inside this tunnel of blue cotton, smoke, water, ? I could smell salt, and I heard the tardis engines. But it did not see the tardis. The tunnel rippled a brilliant blue with a deafening rushing noise every so often. I come out of the tunnel, and I saw an island in a distance of nothingness. The light grew brighter as I land, but there was no sun. The landscape was stretched and embossed as if i was still moving at a high speed. The cars and buildings stretched out until they melded into each other, they became transparent. I remembered this avenue from previous dreams, but this time, I was at a high speed. I walk a little forward, and I sort of stretch out into a fuzzy worm of myself. I just keep walking, until I see a square hole between two buildings. This Avenue was not at warp speed, the walls were solid, and led to a guided iron gate that was locked. I realized that I was not yet in the avenue, as if it was stretched out. There was a small woman who approached, she was normal when she walked. It was madame foster from foster’s home for imaginary friends. She rose her wooden walking stick, and the gate opens by itself. The light is even brighter inside, nothing is a warp. It is a concrete playground that surrounds a school which is a taller thicker concrete building with white paint. There are many schoolboys playing in the playground. While they are playing their fighting games, they do things like move their limbs much faster, and suspend in the air. There is a lot of laughter, and they are having fun. I would like you to meet someone, madame foster says. She points me to a tall thin old man with long white hair and beard and robe. I am the gym teacher here. I am going to teach you Kung fu. I have struggled for many years to try to end till in these boys the disciplines of Kung fu, but all they want to do is play outside with their little friends. One of them playfully throws a rasengan in the background. We walk towards a wooden ladder lead diagonally into a wooden room with dojo equipment. It has a kitchen, exercise beds, and a globe chandelier of glass rods is the lightbulb. When we are inside, the madam and the master have a zero g sparring match like in the matrix. He tells me to start punching a statue of two wooden boards. Just then, a man that looks just like my dad walks in with a bag of vegetables. I look surprised. Oh, dont mind him, the madam says, he’s just one of my other husbands. I continue to punch the two boards. After this man leaves, the master takes the vegetables into the kitchen to start chopping. He is so fast, that he sounds like a blender. I sneak out, and I follow him. Out on the sidewalk, he waves his hand, and a grey car assembled out of the blur. He climbs in, and the car stretches back into the haze. I turn back, and I find that I cannot open the iron gate. Turning the lock makes loud sounds, and the boys are drawn to the gate. Look, he’s outside, he’s outside, open the gate. They open the gate and I am let in. A bigger, much darker boy with matted hair grimaces and starts punching me. I start to fight back and we battle at enormous speed, and he jumps around in the air. I eventually retrain him, and he stops moving. He merges back into the concrete. I try to ascend the wooden ladder again, but I faint somehow. I wake up in a dark room, it is almost nighttime. The same boy was there, but this time, he was much older, and more humble. He was an aid here. He quietly removes some garbage as I go back into the sheets to find my socks. I hear a growling, it was another old woman, but she was covered in hair, and her head was oversized and that of a wolf. She feels items on the table with her giant clawed hairy hands, then she leaves. I quickly try to reach for some blue socks, but they cannot fit. I stare out of the window to think. There were even sets of red lights on the other buildings except for the bigger white building which I knew was the school. Much more smaller red lights were dancing in intricate patterns all over the building. I give up on the socks, and run through the lit hallway. The old man who looked like my dad was in his robes and he said, oh, you’ve arrived, come try all the food man! The my mom was behind him on some sort of couch, the other old werewolf lady was at the dining table as a normal human. I am walking towards the kitchen, when the dream ends.