Dream Journal

The Tower appeared as a huge gothic church with tons of balconies and wide stairways. It had lots of dark wood and red carpet. I worked on the top floor in a computer job. The theme was “making new friends — a threat to our relationship”. There was a masquerade going on. I met this guy named Christopher something: a muscled business jock. Later, Rebecca was hanging out with him. He was wearing the black carpet and she was wearing all black. They snuck into the darkness of the place where I worked (now closed) and I snuck after them to spy because it certainly didn’t look good. She caught me and yelled at me. There was a longish in-between part of me fighting some jealous internal battle. I must have lost because I was then flying around in this envelope of flame and caught her with her arms around this other guy in the game room. I got so mad and yelled at her and we began arguing. I tried it again, nicer, but I was ill at ease that time. In the end I tried to destroy the whole building. I wanted to burn it down but I think I began to disintegrate it from the top instead. The city around was big and gothic and the sky pitch black.