Naptime Adventures

I was watching a concert on television. There was a man playing a cello on stage, before a large crowd of people in formal suits. As the man played, blurred shadows resembling people began to appear and sway about between him and the crowd. The music grew more intense and the figures grew more defined, turning solid black. Shadows swirled around the cellist and through his microphone he spoke.

                 

“It was a good life while it lasted.”

The shadows surrounded him and whirled around the stage; the cellist slowly vanished and his cello dropped to the floor with a resounding thud. Applause erupted from the then silent crowd and I left to the next room, feeling confused and a bit sick. The next room was another stage with teenagers everywhere. A girl was singing a song in a foreign language that sounded like it would be called psychopop. Lots of screaming but still bubbly at the same time. Her song finished and she walked off-stage and sat at a table for a short Q&A session. She signed autographs, took pictures with her fans, all the stuff you would expect a musical artist on concert would do on concert. I walked up to her to get an autograph but instead of an autograph, she slipped me a small piece of paper with the numbers 21025 on it.

I woke up to get a glass of water, stayed up for a bit to note what I just wrote down, and went back to sleep. I dreamt that I was in the courtyard of an old mansion. A group of shadow people stood around a broken fountain and they all turned their “heads” towards me as quickly as I noticed them. I say “heads” because they weren’t very solid and looked more like human-shaped clouds of smoke. I tried running away, but they managed to get me into a corner. Even though they were made of smoke, I couldn’t pass through them for some reason. Out of nowhere, three men in strange clothing appeared and fought away the shadows. One of the men had a sword, which surprised me a bit more than it should have. They were wearing something that looked like a business suit without a jacket and a beanie with earflaps, a red silk shirt with black slacks, and a biker outfit and cowboy hat. Very random. I don’t remember much after that, except for the man in the red silk shirt dancing around the courtyard while the other two stood around awkwardly watching him.

The detail of this dream was pretty good. It makes me glad that my dream recall is beginning to improve.