I'm at a massive shopping complex similar to a shopping centre except that this feels more like a amusement park
I don't really enter the complex except for flying through its arcades on a large body-sized pillow. It feels like I'm taking someone on a tour
But for the most part I'm flying around the outside showing them the perimeter
When I'm flying through the arcade, it is type of semi-enclosed arcade you would find in a mall, with natural light coming in from the roof
Except it is night
One side is a massive playground for kids, with climbing equipment, nets, ball ours, things like that. And I mean massive, this thing is like the size of a large supermarket, except several stories in height
As we fly in next to it there is a very large trampoline attraction. Like a small field full of trampolines where you can jump from one end to the other, from trampoline to trampoline
The person I am giving the tour to flying on the pillow asks me to take him to high into the air
I tell them I can't take them that high, but I'm not sure if I was joking. Because when I took them what was supposed to be "a little way" up in into the air, it is high enough to be very dangerous when you're on nothing but a pillow, high enough that we pass over the clouds and the earth starts to look round below us. Or maybe this was my definition of "not that high", I'm not sure
It feels to me like it's in Palmerston
Then I am inside and there are kids everywhere, eating from a buffet like at a Sizzler restaurant
I pay $15 for a buffet and stuff the change into my jeans pocket with some effort
They give me a tiny plate and I start trying to scoop some spaghetti onto the plate
The plate is so small I can barely get anything on it
I think to myself how ridiculous the small plate is, because I'll have to keep going back for more plates and wasting time
I saw other people with bigger plates, so I ask if there are any bigger plates
Someone tells me no emphatically, as if they don't want me to have a bigger plate, more than anything else
I ignore them trying to block me and ask someone else
They point to a small alcove in under a bench and in there I find one proper sized dinner plate
I turn around and look for the spaghetti on the bench but it has disappeared
I think I must have passed it, so I walk back up the bench and come to the end without finding it
So I walk back up further, until I'm way past where it would/should be and still can't find it
I immediately become angry at a presence inside my dreams that shouldn't be there playing games with me. Again
When this happens I become consciously angry. Awake in my dreams. For the explicit purpose of identifying that there is some sort of idiot in my dreams interfering with them again
I seem to target them exactly. Immediately
And I consciously wake up in my bed. Still furious while awake, at whatever is invading my dreams still, that isn't supposed to be there
This interfering with my dreams is really starting to piss me off
So much so that when they do it, I become conscious in my dreams
And then if they don't stop, I literally wake myself up, so that I can do whatever it is I'm trying to do in my dreams, while awake, so they can't stop me
Whatever it is, doesn't feel natural. It shouldn't be there
And I feel more and more hatred for it/towards it each time it happens
There are other parts in this and a dream previous that aren't included in this post
One part I remember clearly was someones head popping when weight is applied to it, so that their brain is squeezed out as mush, like toothpaste
I clearly remember this because it freaked me out to see it happen. Seeing the colours, textures and everything else associated with this, was not something I ever wanted to see. I think this is why I very specifically remember this dream part
I remember that everything else that happened around out was equally violent, with someone going around killing a lot of people, but I don't remember much details except for this one
After going back to sleep from waking up angry, targeting a feeling of hatred at whatever is invading my dreams and shouldn't be there, I had a dream involving skateboarding along the guttering of roofs, jumping off roofs into pools, while wrestling people, things like this ...
Which ended with me trying to look up the song: Nine Inch Nails - Heresy, on my phone
Something was interfering here yet again
And again pissed me off enough to wake me up consciously angry at the interference
Firstly, everything I typed into my phone was intentionally changed
Then somehow, I'm wearing my motorcycle gloves, so I can't type properly on my screen
Then I find the album, but the song is slightly different
I play it anyway and it's a modified version of the real song
I'm starting to get really angry
Something is playing stupid fucking games with me in my dream
They do it again and again and again and again
So that it's impossible for me to do anything that I want to do
Impossible for me to ever win
Which means that everything is pointless
My Dreams are pointless as long as they are there
I wake up from my dream, in my bed, still angry
Consciously awake and aware of something interfering in my dreams AGAIN
So the first thing I do, is turn my mobile phone on, look up the song and listen to it
All I can think of while I'm listening to the song is that it is related directly to whatever is interfering in my dreams
Within my dreams I was trying to send something a very clear message or warning
And the reason they were blocking it is because they wanted to be able to pretend they never received the message
They wanted to pretend they never received the warning
It didn't work. It actually made things worse, because it made me aware that "something" was trying to use my dreams to and send "something else" a warning, when I don't think I was supposed to be couscous of either of the "somethings"
And because of their illegal manipulations trying to block the message, I'm becoming more and more aware of things I shouldn't be aware of
They are essentially ruining everything, trying to pretend they aren't ruining something
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