I've been having vivid dreams since my first night on Stage 3. Here's what I remember from last night:
I'm at a dinner table (outdoors?). It's an open area and the setting is ominous. I don't know/remember who I was with but we feared who was coming. I escaped into a strange house. It was full of hidden passages and secret compartments. I somehow knew that it once belonged to a famous magician. I'm navigating through these elaborate passages—more like crawlspaces—and I continue to find bundles of cash in these compartments; identifiable only by small outlines in the wooden panels indicating that those areas can be pushed in. Eventually I find myself in the ceiling peering down through a hinged wooden flap at the floor beneath. I'm on my stomach and sort of bent around a corner. A janitor enters the room and I do my best to remain unnoticed. He's directly beneath me (of course) and as I adjust the flap to minimize my view, he gestures as if he heard me. I'm feeling anxious not just about being caught, but about the tight, contorted position I'm in and how long I have to remain that way. Then something funny (in retrospect) happens. My dream fades to black and a title card appears which reads: 4 days later. Fade in to the same place I left off and the janitor has gone. I emerge from the ceiling and make my way through the adjacent wall into a larger compartment. I'm still finding bundles of cash and running out of places to put it. This time it seems I'm behind the scenes of some carnival game. I can hear kids on the other side and I'm watching the gears and levers that are making the game possible. I hear somebody coming and I don't have an escape.
Then I woke up.
What do you make of that?
I'm at a dinner table (outdoors?). It's an open area and the setting is ominous. I don't know/remember who I was with but we feared who was coming. I escaped into a strange house. It was full of hidden passages and secret compartments. I somehow knew that it once belonged to a famous magician. I'm navigating through these elaborate passages—more like crawlspaces—and I continue to find bundles of cash in these compartments; identifiable only by small outlines in the wooden panels indicating that those areas can be pushed in. Eventually I find myself in the ceiling peering down through a hinged wooden flap at the floor beneath. I'm on my stomach and sort of bent around a corner. A janitor enters the room and I do my best to remain unnoticed. He's directly beneath me (of course) and as I adjust the flap to minimize my view, he gestures as if he heard me. I'm feeling anxious not just about being caught, but about the tight, contorted position I'm in and how long I have to remain that way. Then something funny (in retrospect) happens. My dream fades to black and a title card appears which reads: 4 days later. Fade in to the same place I left off and the janitor has gone. I emerge from the ceiling and make my way through the adjacent wall into a larger compartment. I'm still finding bundles of cash and running out of places to put it. This time it seems I'm behind the scenes of some carnival game. I can hear kids on the other side and I'm watching the gears and levers that are making the game possible. I hear somebody coming and I don't have an escape.
Then I woke up.
What do you make of that?