Dream Journal

I’m wandering about in a small town. It feels European. I’m in a public square with cute buildings all around. There’s a weird girl playing hacky sack with a black ball of cloudy energy. She fumbles it and it flies towards me. I catch it on my foot, then flip it back towards her. It lands on the ground between us. There are two ladies at a table nearby. One shouts with humor “thank you, but she’s going to hate you for doing that.” I get the understanding that the weird girl is really rigid with her game, that she doesn’t allow interference. She’s got this dark cloud of energy around her head. I continue on my way.

I come to a large, wide, flat, uniform lawn with a brick building in the center. I’m picking up trash. I head towards the large building, looking for a trash can. The two-story building in entirely brick and square, with no windows, and only a single door. The door opens, and a man in a suit comes out and adjusts his shoes. I get a very bad feeling about the building, and feel that it is a strict religious place. Its lack of windows tells me that they’re very controlling in there, not interested in outside ideas. I head a different direction.