September 15, 2015

I woke up from a dream where I was running through a indoor tiled area - probably a kitchen of some sort. I had no interest in remembering this dream. This was partly because I was lazy and partly because of the fact that I tended to discard dreams that I couldn’t recall enough details for. I looked at the blank notepad behind my bed and realized that something was off.

It seemed to be late at night - sometime around 3 in the morning. When I got up from my bed the interior of my room looked like a normal dorm but outside of the window was a view of the city from an apartment building about 10 stories up. I held my nose to make sure I was dreaming, becoming lucid before exiting by a door next to my desk.

I was now standing in an open area at the top of the stairs. There were two rooms in front of me with open doors. I walked into the one on the left because it sounded like someone was in there. The room itself was rather messy, but in a comfy and lived-in way. The TV was on and the lights were a dim orange.