||I am not going to record this one in baddreams, thereby continuing my recent policy of neglect for that community. I have been unable or unwilling to get involved in any of the communities of which I am moderator or, indeed, in which I serve any function at all. Whether this indicates LJmalaise© or a more general ailment is hard to tell.
I was trying very hard to reach someone's hand. I was lying on my back, reaching out desperately and looking at the most mundane vision of a ceiling I can recall. I didn't know for whom I was reaching but I was certain that it was a person. I strained for a while then surrendered and fell. The fall was short and I recovered on my feet. I was at the foot of a wall. It was made of odd stones. They resembled the polished granite of a counter top or even a headstone. They were odd for their size and for the pattern. Each stone was gray with darker swirls in them. These swirls all made a sort of spiral pattern in the center of each stone. The stones were grotesquely huge, any one of them bigger than a mansion. The wall was rough, though composed of smooth stones. It seemed they had all shifted slightly.
I walked along the wall, knowing somehow that I was headed south. I then noticed that the surface on which I walked was extremely small tiles not unlike a mosaic. The tiles were a warm yellow in color and unlike the wall seemed perfectly smooth and regular. As I walked I looked around myself and found a countryside that was a bit like the American Southwest, reddish, fairly flat, devoid of trees, and broken occasionally by outcrops of rock. There was no sign of any man-made feature save the wall beside me.
I turned at some point and began walking away from the walls at 90°. I walked a considerable distance, perhaps a quarter of a mile, then turned to look at the wall. It was so tall that even at that distance I could not see the top. It did not extend forever. I knew there was a top, I simply could not perceive it.
I woke feeling extremely frustrated and a little fearful.
The other dream that I remember was much more fun. I was in a large building that seemed composed entirely of arches and huge triangular panes of glass, not precisely a geodesic dome, but close. The floor was soft, spongy, and brilliantly white. I walked around, finding my way, after a fashion, then began tumbling. I wish I were so limber in real life! I rolled, spun, did cartwheels and back flips. I ran and did a number of moves that seemed familiar in an Olympic competition sense and a number of others that are gravitationally impossible high dives and swan dives from a standing start on the floor.
I saw nobody around me and wondered at the lack of people. I noticed that there were some seats around the edge of the place I was in, but not nearly enough for this to be a stadium or auditorium.
I woke pleased and wondering what that had been all about