i have been meaning to keep a written record of my most intriguing dreams of 2011, and have yet to do so. Backlog starts now. January dream-of-intrigue #3:
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Katie, Mike, Jason Segel, and i were walking towards the bottom of a cliff... everything was gray-- all i could focus on was a black spot in the center of my vision which kept getting bigger as we walked toward it. then the rain started. cold wet specks freckled the thin fabric over my shoulders. we started running. i was holding Katie's hand as Mike and J.S. ran quickly ahead of us. then i realized that the black spot was actually the opening to a very large cave. i felt cold rising up my legs, past my knees and suddenly we were standing in water. rain drops plucked the waters surface with sharpness and then rippled quickly into one another. the solid gray that surrounded us entered a ripple-effect. we entered the cave.
BLACK. no more memory of being inside the cave.
outside the cave again. Katie and i are laying on our backs in wet sand. maybe unconscious? i open my eyes and look at the sky. it is black. twirls of wind like little tornadoes dot and flash in the sky. i look to my left and see Mike standing over me. he is wearing a white and black clown face, but its his actual face. not a mask. make-up? i grab katie's hand and she opens her eyes. i look back at the sky and it is blue and clear.
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