The Monster's Corridor
I had a dream where I seemed to be having a boss fight in the middle of a field with a talking monster. I forgot what he looked like, but his attack move involved materializing a giant companion cube over my head, and I would dodge them. Soon after I attacked him a few times, he held me in his mouth and connected his mouth to a doorway, and this doorway led into a rather long corridor.
I stepped into the corridor and the monster disappeared and the doorway closed. Now what is important to note is that there were no lights. It was dark, but just enough light from who-knows-what for me to see. The corridor had rooms at each end of it, and rooms branching off from it left and right side. I went to the room left of me (I was at the start of the corridor) and saw a king sized bed of which I didn't recognize. I left the room, possibly grabbing a few items I found in the drawers next to the bed, but I don't remember. I felt like I was in a game of Amnesia There were lots of rooms, but I speed walked past all of them as I went through the corridor, maybe taking a glance or two to see if there was anything interesting in the rooms left and right.
I finally reached the end, and the last doorway led into the upstairs of my house. But it was deserted, or so I thought. It was still dark and the only light coming in was the yellow gloom from the windows. The first room ahead of me was my parent's bedroom. I searched through the room to find whatever could be of use to me, then I proceeded to leave, but before I did, I remembered to grab the wind-up torch from my parent's main chest of drawers, this would be of use to me. As I exit the room, the room ahead of me and left of the corridor doorway, is my sister's small bedroom. I walk in, and almost instantly I hear my mother's voice coming from the cupboard behind me. It appears as though she was hiding in the cupboard, maybe away from something.
My mother comes out of the cupboard, in her sleeping gown, and we hug in a sad sorrow. She whispers into my ear, and says, "Don't make the same mistake as me. It's all a big trick. It's all part of their plan."
After a little pause, she adds
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"Don't do science. For me."
I replied with, "I will. I won't do science."
After that, I woke up. I lay in my bed, thinking of what I had dreamed. What fits into this dream is that science is one of my favorite subjects, and my mother just told me to stop doing science, even when my REAL mother likes the fact that I find science interesting. It stuck to my mind for a few days, just pondering the dream.
Credited to Linkzor24
Originally uploaded on February 5, 2012
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