Red Fog

I'm inside a mysterious mansion with a few other people. We begin walking at one point and move to another. The attic? The basement? There is no way to be sure. We begin to roam. No matter how many rooms, hallways, or doorways we travel through, we never find an exit.

A strangeness follows us. I'm not sure if we see it. It could be a person. Or an illusion. Maybe a haunting. Our pace quickens to an urgent jog. New rooms. Hallways. Doorways. We never end up anyplace with a conclusion. As long as we walk, the mansion shows us more. Like a lizard growing a new tail, the estate grows a new room. Hallway. Doorway.

I come to an indoor balcony. I look down hoping to find an answer. I cannot see the ground through the red fog. We never find our way out. As far as anyone knows, we are still there.

I wake up

Volleyball

Dream 2-18-14

Today is my birthday. A party is being held at my old church in Anderson, Indiana. Tons of people are here. 

We decide to play volleyball. The teams are divided up. I tell them that I'll be right back because I need to use the restroom. I go and drain the lizard. When I return to the court I can't remember which team was mine. I choose one. I start to play. A girl crowds my spot because she thinks that I am no good at 

the game. "I'm good," I tell her. She backs off. 

Moments into the game it hits me that I am actually on the wrong team. I continue to play with them, however. I can't remember who wins. Dream ends.

I wake up.