So last night's dream was, like every other night, strange. I woke up at one point and went back to sleep, but I actually remember most of my dream this time.
I was having a benefit night of some kind in a really fancy hotel. There were a couple actors there, who were apparently my friends. There was Justin Long, Christopher McDonald, Ellen Page, James Franco and Alan Tudyk. We were having a good time when Christopher looked sketched out and went into the basement. We all followed him and found him trying to open some door, standing in the middle of a big concrete room. He was saying how the hotel was going to be blown up and that he wanted to escape, so these hatches (there were two doors on a wall) were the only ways out. Justin was trying to tell him to not open those doors because there was a giant pool of water on the other side. Christopher didn't listen and opened them anyway and water rushed in. We were all swept up in it and trying to hold our breathe. Christopher managed to swim back to the wall with the "open/close" button and hit it, closing the doors and stopping the water.
The water drained out in a nearby drain and he said he had an idea, and that we should get ready to hold our breathe again. Not knowing what else to do we got ready, and Christopher opened the door again, then as quick as he could pushed the button to close it. But before they were entirely closed, he stuck a billiard ball at the bottom of each door (these doors opened vertically). The majority of the water drained out, while the cracks where the water could still come in were allowing just enough to enter that it didn't all drain. Christopher explained that this way when the water got high enough he could open the doors and we wouldn't be pushed back and could swim out.
Some time passed, and the water had almost filled the room. Christopher swam down and opened the doors, and the six of us swam out.
We ended up at a door, opened it, and crawled out into a big metal half cylinder that was rotating back and forth, so we had to keep scrambling to keep our balance. On it was written "Henry," and Ellen said that she knew where we were. We were apparently at one of three rotating sifters (it did have small holes in it, upon looking down) named Henry, Harry, and Harriett. She said she knew where we had to go to get out of there, and we had to move fast.
We crawled out of the sifter and onto a very dry, field. The grass was brittle, yet stiff, and hurt if you pressed your hand on it. It also looked very dead, with various rectangle patches of yellow-green, yellow, light brown, and brown. Each rectangle was outlined by some silver confetti-like dust. Everyone else seemed very on their guard, and I just didn't know where we were.
All of a sudden, a bizarre tractor-like thing drove by. It was towing a large flat bed carrying rectangular bundles of the weird grass. Everyone else ran to it and jumped on. It took me a minute to realize what was going on, and when I jumped to get on, I partially missed and was hanging on, trying not to fall. I didn't have the ability to pull myself up, and when Alan and James came to help, they had to go back and hide. They told me to remain as still as possible. I curled my legs up to try to center my weight better, and put my head to the side to keep a look out. That's when I saw what they were hiding from.
This big, ugly, lumbering troll type creature was walking straight for us. He was a shade of green-brown, probably fifteen feet tall, and had a bulbous nose, tiny eyes, a thick neck, broad shoulders, big hulking arms, meaty hands, a huge gut, massive legs, and tiny feet. He was wearing some sort of loin cloth, a piece of shoulder armor, and leather sandals. He looked around the flat bed and didn't seem to notice anything, then on a passing look to a nearby field the tractor went over something, making it bump, and I fell off. The troll creature saw me and picked me up by one arm.
He asked how I got out of my area, seeming to recognize me. I couldn't be sure though since his eyes were very small and did not seem to work very well. He plopped me down in a spot back over near Henry (the sifter) where a scraggly little bird creature was re-outlining the silver lines my group had ruined when we ran to the flat bed earlier. It was thin and jittery, with a crazy mane of feathers, and had a device that spread the silver stuff hooked up to its waist.
The troll creature gave me a plowing device and told me to get back to work, then lumbered off. I, knowing that I did not belong there, tried to write a message to be taken to the flat bed and my friends. The bird creature saw what I was doing and squawked, ran over, took the paper, then crumpled it up and ate it. I asked what it did that for, and it explained if the Master (I assume the troll) were to see anyone writing in anything but his language, he would kill everyone. I asked if the bird creature knew his language, and he said that he knew a bit. I then asked if he knew English, and he also responded a bit, he knew how to speak it, but not write or read it. So I made a deal with the bird creature that I would teach it to read and write English if it taught me what it knew of the troll's language.
It agreed and we got started.
Then I woke up.
I suppose I reached my friends eventually, or that they came back for me, but I will never really know, will I?
There was also a point in the dream where I remembered that I had had parts of that dream before, but thinking about it now I honestly don't remember every having that dream. Usually I remember either "replays" or "continuations," but this one I can't. It could have been a forgotten one, so I suppose it is entirely possibly that I've dreamed it before.
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