Today I had a very vivid dream. I was exploring the rooms in an antique shop and the owner told me about a ghost story. Apparently, the ghost of a beautiful red-haired bride could be seen in the basement occasionally. I asked him if I could check it out and he let me down into the basement. It was dark with just enough light streaming through the dirty windows to be able see. The walls were made of gray stone and there was a large open area and one smaller room with an open doorway visible from the wooden stairs.
As I got about halfway down the stairs, a red-haired woman dressed in white jumped out, trying to to startle me. It was just one of my friends dressed up as the supposed ghost, though. I laughed at her, but then I saw over her shoulder a faint image of a red-haired woman in a bridal gown walk past the door in the small room. I could partially see through her, so I knew she was the real ghost.
Then, everything changed. I was still in the same basement, standing in the same place halfway down the stairs, but it was lighter and I was alone. I suddenly knew that I was a superhero and my enemy was getting ready to open a portal into the basement. On cue, a large purple swirling mass appeared in the far left corner of the basement. Innocent people started pouring through the portal. Children, the elderly, the disabled all started filling up the basement. Again through the magic of dream knowledge, I knew that I had to get everyone out because there was going to be an earthquake and the whole basement would collapse soon, killing everyone inside. I start yelling at all those who were able to run, and assisting those who couldn't move. I found children trying to hide under boxes and tables and pulled them to safety.
I knew there wasn't much time, but more and more people kept coming through the portal. Then, I started to see recognizable figures. Mozart, Beethoven, Da Vinci, Poe, The Beatles, The Who, Led Zeppelin and more all came through the portal. I frantically tried to get them all out before it was too late. I knew that if any of these important people died here, history would be changed. My senses were heightened and I was listening and feeling for the first tremors of the earthquake. All my nerves were on edge.
Then, my dog barked in real life and woke me up.
As I got about halfway down the stairs, a red-haired woman dressed in white jumped out, trying to to startle me. It was just one of my friends dressed up as the supposed ghost, though. I laughed at her, but then I saw over her shoulder a faint image of a red-haired woman in a bridal gown walk past the door in the small room. I could partially see through her, so I knew she was the real ghost.
Then, everything changed. I was still in the same basement, standing in the same place halfway down the stairs, but it was lighter and I was alone. I suddenly knew that I was a superhero and my enemy was getting ready to open a portal into the basement. On cue, a large purple swirling mass appeared in the far left corner of the basement. Innocent people started pouring through the portal. Children, the elderly, the disabled all started filling up the basement. Again through the magic of dream knowledge, I knew that I had to get everyone out because there was going to be an earthquake and the whole basement would collapse soon, killing everyone inside. I start yelling at all those who were able to run, and assisting those who couldn't move. I found children trying to hide under boxes and tables and pulled them to safety.
I knew there wasn't much time, but more and more people kept coming through the portal. Then, I started to see recognizable figures. Mozart, Beethoven, Da Vinci, Poe, The Beatles, The Who, Led Zeppelin and more all came through the portal. I frantically tried to get them all out before it was too late. I knew that if any of these important people died here, history would be changed. My senses were heightened and I was listening and feeling for the first tremors of the earthquake. All my nerves were on edge.
Then, my dog barked in real life and woke me up.