Also posted in the dreams community…
I had a really strange dream this morning. It’s not that the dream itself was out of the ordinary in its strangeness, since my dreams tend to be a little bit odd… it’s just that the dream was almost serial.
It was a dream about a race/scavenger hunt. The reason why it felt serial was the fact that it felt like a yearly event… and I’m pretty sure that I dreamt the even last year as well. Different race, different place it was being held, same rules. I woke up before I even had managed to locate the scavenger hunt list, and I had lost my little toy car (small plastic blue & white pull-back car that fit into the palm of my hand) I was racing with, so I had to find another toy to be my mascot. I found a small purple my little pony.
I had run into some of the other people on the hunt, and we were exploring the upstairs loft of a run-down shack that apparently belonged to an old man who wasn’t there. The stairs up to the loft were slabs of wood with a pole through the middle, so you had to balance perfectly on them or they’d dump you back down the stairs. I went up first, another girl and a little kid right behind me, even though I kept telling them they had to be really careful coming up. There was a lot of canned food and spices and a canoe and a kayak, and lots of other such things. We accidently dropped the canoe from the ceiling where it was suspended, and when it hit the floor it shattered into what seemed to be ceramic dust. When I climbed back down, I didn’t take the stairs… the little girl fell, but she was fine, and the other person I was with fell as well. I sort of slipped and slid down a few rows of greenhouse trays, much like I was surfing down them. I got to the floor just fine.
Next I was exploring the downstairs, where all the shelves were, when I said to everyone with me, “hey, don’t we need to get the list for the scavenger hunt?” Someone replied, “yeah,” and I started for the door saying, “well, that would help.”