In the jungle. Above a vast lagoon, lake, opaque and a pale green-blue. In a kind of stone tower with arches along the walls that look out into the jungle. Being chased by or pursued by an unknown person. The perspective of the dream is changing and I am many different people in the same place, but definitely not myself. The building is above the lake, and in my escape from (someone?) I dive out of the side of the building and towards the lagoon which is many stories below.
I am walking through a field with a path running down it. To my right are two huge towers that resemble cell towers in that they are seeming lattice-like in structure and made of metal. The two towers are separated at some distance although aligned, and between them is a bizzare distortion in the air.
They are emitting some kind of deafening high frequency noise. Above the field the sky is a really intense and dark blue and resembles pictures of the sky taken at super high elevations like in fighter jets - because it has that quality of being a vacuum with very little atmosphere. But as I pass through the "force field" emitted by the frequency towers, the sky goes back to being hazy and the same pale blue I am used to.
Last night had a dream that I took a cruise or a plane to chicago. On the cruise/plane/travel vessel there were many floors to it and places to walk around, restaurants and plazas, like a resort. But also it was somewhat abandoned. Everything was dark and most store fronts were shuttered. The plazas had fairy lights draped over them but seemed deserted and dim. I walked around looking for a place to eat.
I found one person who said he owned a restaurant. I followed him to it and he said we would have a great conversation. I am confused. I take the dinner to go and try to find a working elevator to leave the creepy plaza but most of them are broken. I find one.
Later I am in chicago. Dream chicago is an overcast place that reminds me of the old suburbs of everett. Lots of freeway overpasses, overgrown parking lots and old farm land with dirt paths. I am on my bike biking around dream chicago. it's kind of cloudy and dim and I'm exploring and old field with some residents of dream chicago.
I am at my old house; xx07. It's dark, I am standing on the back deck, looking over the lights of the city
blinking and glowing beneath the velvety night sky. Above me, a passenger plane begins to careen towards the earth,
slowly losing control over the glittering garden of lights, and then jarringly slamming into the industrial part of the city,
causing a chain of explosions to go rippling across the city-scape.
Had an extra set of arms, attached at the shoulder to a glass orb. My two sets of arms articulated around the glass orb like a joint.