Well, we were in our house (as in, my family's house.) For some reason, my bed was in the upstairs Living Room instead of where it was supposed to be. But, it was the color of our orange couches that are in the Living Room. The furniture that is normally there in real life were all somewhere else. Anyway, my older brother found an item in the Living Room and was surprised that it was there.
Now everything is coming back to me! (Amazing how there can be a chain reaction when I just remember one small scene...)
Anyway, I only remember snippets of the dreams here and there. When I woke up, everything was already fading from my mind.
Anyway, so one part I can remember, my sister, some other girls our age, and I were in this place. It is very colorful as if it is almost a comic or movie place or something. There were bright red buildings and arches and paved roads and such. I can't really remember why we were there. Whatever. I think the main color of the place was red, but there were other colors such as blue, that was pretty common as well.
Anyway, so us girls were walking around, looking at the place. We didn't go into any buildings, we only walked on the red roads.
Next scene I can remember:
I can't remember specifically who was there, but I know I was. I think there was some animal that took part in this scene as well, but I can't remember what it looked like/its species/etc. Well, the part that I can remember, I was opening this thing. Some other people were with me. I think perhaps my sister was. The thing we were opening was a blue type of cylinder. It was an enormous cylinder. I think we were looking for something. In the blue cylinder was some sort of apartment. Come to think of it, I think the animal was supposed to sleep in it. It wasn't big enough for humans to do so.
Well, we giggled as we opened it. I don't know why, but we did. When we opened it, we all gasped in shock. In the middle of the cylinder, there was this blue pole thing that held us this huge pearl-colored sphere. Perhaps it was a gem or something, but it was gorgeous. I took it out (it just fit in the palms of both of my hands).
In the cylinder were two sides, the W and E sides (circular in shape). One of the sides was perfectly clean, totally blue. The other side, however, had black things in it that looked like trash most likely, or mold from old food.
All of a sudden, my dad appeared and asked what we were holding (we were passing it around). I told him where we found it. He looked inside the cylinder and told us we had to clean up the black trash or whatever it was. Some of us laughed. I think we must have made the mess earlier.
The next scene I can remember goes like this:
My dad, sister, and younger brother were in this place with a few others. For some reason, my younger brother was about three or two years old, a lot younger than he is right now, even though I and my sister were the same age as I am right now.
The background was mostly brown. We were either in a back alley or a building. I can't remember. I believe we were looking for food to eat and were scrummaging around. My little brother started walking away, maybe bored, maybe looking around (formally, he wasn't doing anything but standing around and watching us. He never said anything). I went to follow him, calling out his name. He continued onwards. He was walking through this huge pipe. I think he was about midway when I reached the entrance and skidded to a stop. The dark pipe had an ominous look to it, and I suddenly feared for my little brother. I called for him again, running into the pipe even though I was rather scared.
All of a sudden, two creepy ladies appeared at the other end of the pipe and started moving towards us two. They were much like the two creepy ladies in a former dream I had. They moved in a sideways pattern and were creepy. I think my younger brother was captivated by them. I started trying to drag my little brother out of the pipe because he wasn't budging. I could barely move him. I managed to pull him by the sleeve out of the pipe and tried getting him to where the rest of our family was.
Perspective change...
Now, I could see things from a different perspective, not from my view. I disappeared. In my place was a man, perhaps thirty years of age. He had dark brown hair. Apparently my younger brother was his son even though I wasn't his daughter. Whatever.
So, the man is trying to get his son (AKA, my little bro) to go to safety. Then, clear as day, the son said something like, "No, I want to stay" or "No, I don't want to go." In essence, he didn't want to obey his father.
The boy was about the height of the man's waist and was standing in front of his dad, back facing him. The creepy ladies were behind the man, doing their sidestep pattern and grinning wickedly. The man was crushed that his son wasn't obeying him.
He forced his son to move forward to safety. When they reached their 'campsite', the man was sobbing, his heart broken that my little brother didn't obey him. No one in the place seemed to be realizing that, though, because they didn't even look up. The man leaned against a cylindrical trash can that reached up to his midsections. He leaned against it, crying his poor heart out.
Another dream:
I don't know if this dream is from last night or that it occurred a while ago, but it is popping up in my mind right now. I could see things from a distance. There were these tall sandy structures. It sort of looks like pyramids, but they aren't because the sides are jagged and people can slowly climb up. It is more like a mountain structure but it has points at the top. I could only see things from a distance, so I wasn't able to identify anyone. I could see a few people hiking up the mountain/pyramid. They had dark green backpacks and special clothes on (as in, not everyday clothes on). They looked prepared. One man had a dark green hat on, and I believe his hair was brown as well.
That's all I can remember. I'm sure there were others, but they aren't triggering yet. I'll add on to this if something pops up in my mind.