Have Dreams Will Travel

As I mentioned waaaay back in my blog I will be posting any fun/interesting dreams I have. The main reason I want to and enjoy doing this is because I cant draw...I have really clear dreams that I can picture in my mind clearly. And while they do fade (because I have other things to think about) sometimes I just want to record them; I want to remember them in a descriptive way. So, since I cannot draw I write.

That brings me to the dream I had the night before last. There were various parts of the dream that I had, but the main part, the part I remember the most, is what I will describe. The dream starts with myself picking a lock to a man's apartment. Intuitively I knew I was some sort of detective investigating a criminal's place for evidence. It was night time and the hallway I was in was dark with wood floors. One inside the living room I turned on the lights (for what reason I do not know, seem's like a very stupid thing to do!). The room is set as if it were in the 1910's-20's and very expensive. The walls were blue with white trimming and I remember distinctly an ornate gold chandelier hanging form the ceiling. Eventually I come to the suspect's bedroom and start riffling through his roll-top desk (btw the lighting was gaslights not electrical). While I was searching (I do not know what for) I hear the door open and hear footsteps and a curse. They guy see's the lights on and pulls out a gun. I manage to hide myself inside his closet and hope that my clothing blends in with his, as well as my shoes with his. However some how he knows where I am and I can see his rounded jowly face clearly as he approaches. He's balding with a wisp of black hair still covering the top of his shiny head and he pulls me out. Now he holds the gun on me and starts demanding that we go to the bank right that moment to go withdraw some obscene amount of money. I am surprised and dismayed in my dream that he apparently doesn't realize that banks would be closed at this late hour but he still insists and becomes more and more angry. Finally I manage to come up with some sort of excuse that includes he can lock me up until morning when the banks will be open. So it's almost like a page is turned because the next thing I know we are walking along a cobble stone street with a huge river to our left. It reminds me of pictures/images I've seen of London, and the buildings on my right are big rectangular but with architecture that reminds me of the Buckingham Palace (best way I can describe it since I don't know the right words). There are horse drawn carriages that clatter along, and people walking by in heavy clothing, sometimes coats or even cloaks. When we step into the bank in particular it's amazing. The cavernous room is a warm golden color. The floor is white marble squares outlined in gold leaf. The walls are lined with columns and the lobby furniture is exquisite. The people who use this bank are obviously very rich and even come here to socialize as food and drink are being offered to those waiting on the seats. The place is lit up everywhere and sparkling. The man behind me follows me to the teller and still has his gun on my back. I realize the only person I can count on to rescue me is the lady teller in front of me so I wait for the guy to leave and then try to tell her my situation...only to discover that the guy is behind me again! And that is where it ended...I was interrupted by my cat who decided to act as my alarm clock

The interesting thing is that I remember more than I am even able to write down. If I could draw I could depict it clearly I am sure! And another interesting thing is I remember how everyone else looked exactly, except for myself. I don't know what I was wearing or anything. The whole dream felt as if I was watching a rather bad detective movie or a Sherlock Holmes rip off. Anyways I don't really analyze my dreams I just thing that dreams like this are fun both to describe and to write down. Consider this reading for enjoyment.