Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 9/14/2018
By fiercerunner
My grandmother and I were going to scuba dive. An old man and his younger wife were going to be our teachers. We all went down in a submarine for some reason. The teachers said it would be dangerous because at that depth there were predators and chasms that were pressure vacuums or something, meaning they’d suck you down into them if you swam right above them. They said to wait on the sub while they checked for danger and that it might take a while, and then they both dropped out of the sub. Apparently we waited a week and they didn’t come back. My friend and I were trying to access a secret underground level at a hotel where we suspected some terrible business was taking place. We had a tall man with us who said he could get us there. He had on an all-white tuxedo with a golden undershirt and a white top hat on his head of purple hair that had a cluster of strands on his right side dangling down to his chin. We got into the elevator and he spoke into a speaker above the buttons, but I don’t remember what he said. A voice returned that sounded like a very young man - maybe late teens - saying we were clear to access the underground. We went down for a while and the door opened to an odd corridor that was dark except for blood-red lighting that gave me an uneasy feeling. The corridor immediately branched into two hallways that curved around and obviously ended at the same location. Separating the hallways was a wall right in front of the elevator that had a large metal vent on it. We took the left hallway, which was very short and led us to a vast open room with a dark brownish flooring and high ceiling. The whole room still had that blood-red lighting and it was dead silent. However, at times I could swear I heard whispering that echoed from the walls. At the far side of the room diagonal to us we saw guards emerge from another door. They looked like darkly colored stormtroopers or something. At this moment my friend took off running somewhere and i tried to run as well, but the tall man that had helped us attacked me with a towel... yes, he was using it as a rat tail. He tripped me and started whipping me repeatedly with the rat tail. The guards came over and just watched. The tall man said something about being glad he was able to trap us since they had been looking for us investigators, worried we would find a way inside on our own. He let me up and I was handed a towel of my own. He wanted to duel me?! I said he hadn’t done much damage and that I felt fine, but then I tried to hop up and down on my legs and my ankles nearly gave out from pain. We started the duel and I somehow parried his towel strikes and countered with my own, for which he had no answer. I knocked him down. He looked surprised. The dream ended.