The first part of the dream escaped my consciousness; and as though I had walked into the middle of a film that I knew nothing about, I saw myself on the screen...in a scratchy black and white 50's-ish film. Actors were bowing to the audience as though at the end of a live performance. When I noticed that the congregation was beginning to stand up to depart, I fled to avoid the congestion of this mass exit.....So, back out the window onto an old enamel-painted metal fire escape ladder that I was now viewing from above both myself and the ladder, then from very high above the building which was transforming into a vast labyrinth of enameled metal steps that was extending, Escher-like, to cover the entire city, having begun to manifest beneath this giant web. Assuming that this would be totally overwhelming, I ducked into a window that was passing by my position on the metal stairs, emerging into a quiet restaurant with rich appointments, elegant waiters bearing starched-cloth covered oval trays mounted with the finest presentations afforded by chocolate-induced dreams. Across the room, which was occupied by people dressed in sumptuous Edwardian clothes.....it was like a scene from DEATH IN VENICE or AGE OF INNOCENCE......I spotted a familiar face.....an old friend, from whom I am somewhat estranged and distant, but friendly enough with....who briefly arose, introducing me to her dining companion......Overcome with hunger pangs, I asked to taste something or another, but was a bit shocked when it was actually a French fry with catsup!......I excused myself, noticing that the diners were now dressed in rags and that I was dressed in brocades encrusted with lustrous pearls and colorful jewels, whenupon a window was before me. Through the window I could see a vast unfamiliar landscape, verdantly abundant with the unfamiliar trappings of someone else's dreamscape. As soon as I acknowledged this unfamiliarity, the scene quickly morphed into an island paradise that began to drop away as I fell after it, awakening, like Little Nemo...from a rarebit dream.......having rolled from my bed to the floor. My eyes opened to a brightly lit room that instantly changed to darkness......I could hear the morning birds as the morning sunlight rose over the horizon, crept across the room and into my sleeping chamber............

Hyphen by Braindouche