dreaming city

march 17, 2010
here is a series of non-lucid dreams from last year which take place in a city i am dream in quite often.....





the underpass
the rest of the night seemed to be related to dreaming with lonewolf. at least, that is my feeling.
i am in a city which looks european - the streets are paved with beautiful small ceramic tiles. the signs for the streets are posted on the edges of the buildings near the intersections, with arrows. the streets are small and there are lots of them. i am riding a moped. i am trying to get to what i believe is a highway to Nice. to get there, however, i have to pass through many deserted streets and back alleyways that are hidden from plain view by tunnels or overpasses. i know it's a bad idea to go that way, but i decide to risk it anyway. i get jumped by a group of men on motorcycles. somehow, i escape.

class with lonewolf
i am in the same city. a small group of us is meeting under an overpass in a secluded spot. no one is around but us. we are standing in a loose circle. a cloaked and hooded figure is in the center of the circle. i immediately think it is lonewolf or someone representing him. he seems to be calling forth different entities and demons to expose the members of the group to them in a safe way. they must be projections, because they are pretty passive for demons and other beings. he is calling each of us to come closer, one at a time, to get a feeling for the beings. he is there to protect us in case something goes wrong. he is trying to help us conquer fear.

finding the swords
i am still in the city. i am a man, or else i am omniscient. i am with a woman. we were part of a group of seven people who are on a "list" of people wanted by a certain entity. this entity sent soldiers out  to find us and bring us back to it. they managed to find and take 5 of us. the woman and i are the only 2 left. they have taken our swords, however. i think we are lucky to be alive, but the woman insists that we are useless without our swords and she wants to go and find them. we need to stay together to stay alive, so i go with her. we track our swords back to a large mansion. once we're inside, it is really dark. i know the swords have been there. i can't see anything. i try to turn on the lights but instead i turn on the fans. there is wind blowing everywhere. i figure out how to control the fans and the lights and then i realize we've been trapped. we were purposely led to this place. i know that the entity is sending its friends after us right now. i try to disguise myself and hide just outside of the house in a car, so i can see what's going on. i obviously can't run, so i figure the best thing to do is to hide in plain sight. then i feel something watching me. it is a man near me. he starts laughing. he tells me that he will always be able to find me because seeing sees through everything. no matter how i change my appearance, he can always see me. i realize it is the entity in disguise. the dream ends. 

the new terminal (inorganic)
i am in the same city. a friends helps me get a job working in a restaurant in a new subway station. rather, it is an old terminal which had been shut down and the city is quietly rennovating it. the public isn't aware of it yet, as it is still closed off and appears to be condemned. the people working in this place are strange. the terminal itself is nice and has very nice stores  - clean, etc. my first night working in the restaurant, a woman is eating there with her little girl. she is dressed up like a princess. they have just been to a play. they are saying how much they love the food. the little girls thinks it's the best she's ever eaten. as she is saying this, her eyes roll up in her head and she passes out - stops breathing. no one seems shocked, including me. the man who is training me hands me a large metal device. he tells me to clean the scorpions out of her throat. he shrugs and says its no big deal. i have no idea how to do what he wants me to do. he seems exasperated that he has to take time out to show me how to do this. seems to think it's totally normal for people that come to that restaurant. he sets the child on a table and forces her head back. he opens her mouth and shows me how to prop her chin so that her tongue releases from the back of her throat. there is a strange membrane there. he reaches into her mouth with a spoon and scoops a bunch of white material from her throat and throws it aside. immediately, the girl revives and behaves as if nothing happened. her mother is watching this the whole time, as is everyone else. it seems that this is a normal part of dinner here.  
later on, i am on the streets talking with a friend about the terminals in town. she mentions the one she thinks is the nicest. i tell her no way - that one is nice, but the new one that i work at is definitely the best. she says that it's awful - that it was run down and dilapidated, condemned years ago. i tell her that they are rennovating it on the downlow. it's by far the best. we walk past it and the front entrance is totally caution-taped. i always get there by going underground or from a back entrance, so i didn't know.