Last night,
I dreamt that I was involved in a team operation. We somehow flew about between
an Ocean and a foreboding skyscape.
Amanda may have been the chief
officer.
Towards the end of the dream, the
dire fate of the mission(and presumably our lives)seemed to depend upon us
Rising to the highest level of a floating, cylindrical, missile-shaped Station
in the sky.
I was eventually hunted, doggedly,
bysome dark force or agency whose intent was to Destroy me.
The pervasive Moods were regret
and cynicism:The drudgery that I imagine so many of my peers, especially
Amanda, feel.
At one point,I was in a dark room,
like something out of MYST,but less eerie.
I was battling with the loss of my
dearly beloved drawings.There was one other person in the room, probably of the
same gender.I was trying to convince him that the drawings were childish.
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