I was going down a dark corridor. It wasn't my destination, but I came to a door leading off to my childhood room. Or, rather, to a half-assed copy of it. The windows were wrong, and half-open. There was a general aura of CREEPY about it, and I paused in the doorway for a moment, then just kinda rolled my eyes and was all “it's just a dream symbol for something”. I then drifted lazily through the air to the windows, and closed them. And then I pulled the shades down. The left one went down okay; the right one was a struggle. There were a bunch of plush toys perched somehow on the strips of wood between the panes that I needed to either not disturb or somehow pull the shade down between the plushie and the window, there were shelves pushed up right against the edge that were in the way of pulling down the shades. And the shades seemed to be made of repurposed garbage bags; they were translucent black and flimsy.
Finally I got the shade down. And then I woke up. It was about 2am and I was pretty thirsty.
There was stuff before it – something about mixing a deadly poison potion through a videogamey method of just clicking on the ingredients, and something about moving from the safe room I was in to another one that was a little risky because the game had ended there or something – but it's gone now.
I think the most interesting part about this dream is the way I recognized a repeating symbol, along with a spurious emotion. My sleeping brain likes to bring up I AM IN MY CHILDHOOD BEDROOM AND SOMETHING IS WROOOONG OUTSIDE THE WINDOWS now and then. I usually secure it without much problem, but the way I just threw off the warning emotion and got down to work was new. I was conscious enough to be analyzing it all as a Dream Symbol, even while I was still acting in the dream. But not conscious enough to go “hey wow I'm dreaming lets fool around!”.
I feel like this may be the back of my brain that believes in magic saying it's time to start banishing before going to bed again; it's been a while since the last time I did that. The Scientist rolls her eyes and scoffs, but then the Pragmatist points out that if the Magician is gonna keep us awake if we don't do this, it's probably easier to just let her do it, hell maybe she's on to something. And the Dragon rolls over and opens one eye and mutters something about it being four in the fucking morning and we'll do it tomorrow night, right now we just wanna get some fucking sleep, okay? So that's sorted then I guess.