Strange that while I was working on writing up this post in this thread, suddenly that new thread on dreams appeared....hm, I guess that kind of thing happens sometimes.
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I don't usually remember my dreams, but I happened to wake up in the middle of one last night (REM mode I suppose) so I happen to remember part of it....figured I'd note it because I'll probably forget it later otherwise.
I was in this huge shopping arcade-like building, on the second floor. They were demoing the new Zelda there, for whatever the reason. Three staircases descended into the floor to where different demos were taking place. I took the one in the middle, thinking I'd make sure to try all three. When I got down there, I found myself demoing Toon Link, which made sense in my dream because I apparently remembered that the new Zelda featured him, except that he had white hair and looked rather like fierce deity.
Then I noticed I was in a huge winding line with some people I seemed to recognize even though they do not exist, and that there were shelves of plushies around the line, which I started scanning for Zelda-themed plushies worth collecting. Then I remembered Toon Link and looked down to find that I was holding him between the tips of my fingers (since when did he turn into a figurine?) which placated me while I left to find the stairs to another section of the demo.
I was on the third floor and found something like a staircase to take to the second floor. However, the staircase had no stairs on it, which made me think it was an escalator, but it wasn't an escalator. It was more like a long black slide, save for the moving handrails that resembled the ones on an escalator. I was wondering why I was fine going down it even though it was a straight drop at a 90 degree angle, and glanced at my hand expecting to see a balloon gripped in it floating me down, but instead my hand was just sliding along the handrail as naturally as if there weren't a missing floor beneath my feet. I shrugged.
Anyways, when I got to the bottom, I realized that I had gone too far and reached the first floor instead of the second, where the Zelda demos were taking place. I checked next to the Black Slide-like descender for a staircase upward, but instead there was only a really fast escalator going down. I asked a guy standing nearby if there were stairs upwards, and he started to say there was, but I was too impatient to hear his directions, so I thanked him and banged a left through a door down a hallway where I thought the stairs would be.
This hallway had very few people. I remember passing a section with a few desolate-looking arcade machines where a single girl standing with her back to me was playing a game that didn't look very interesting, but as I ran down that hallway, I didn't see anyone else, and when I reached the end of it, I didn't find any stairs. I turned and dashed back wondering if I had missed it....and when I was almost back at the door I had came through, I noticed that in the right corner of the room, there was a section that was blocked off by walls, save for one opening that lead me into where there were what were some maze-like walls. I meandered through the openings in the walls until I reached the blocked-off corner of the room.
There, I found a single white door. On it, was written this:
Lost in the Lost Woods.
For whatever reason, I was convinced I had found the elusive stairs, so I opened the door and ran in. What greeted me was not stairs however...or anything I was expecting. Instead, it seemed like I had walked into an area that appeared similar to the inside of an empty airport terminal, though...not quite. What was unusual was the amount of queuing-handrails there were that are usually used to shape the path of and fence in long lines. There were tons of them, only these were made of thick foamy plastic that resembled low meandering walls reaching some ways above the waist in height, with tons of them set up to wind and wind for so long, far more than should be necessary for their original purpose; those line-enclosers made a network of paths that seemed to extend endlessly down hallways in every different direction. But that was not what made the picture strange to me; what felt particularly weird and out of place to me was the fact that littered all over the place, stuck in as excessive, confusing labels along every path, were street signs...so many street signs of different sizes and colors saying different things, pointing in different directions.
Other than the out-of-place-looking colors of the signs that seemed very odd, juxtapositioned as they were throughout the "airport terminal," the floor and extending walls along the hallways of it were very clean and polished as new, lit with the bluish florescent lighting that neatly lined the ceiling.
There was no one else there, no movement...everything was silent and completely still.
There were so many signs that I didn't even want to look at them, and I was so impatient to find the stairs that I disregarded the confusing signs, jumped over the line-enclosers cutting through different paths and charged down a direction randomly, hoping and figuring that I'd just find the stairs naturally anyway and that it wouldn't be that much trouble to do so.
I quickly found, however, that I wasn't finding any stairs no matter what direction I tried running through, and that I kept finding myself reaching this 4-way street sign at what might have been the heart of the entire path network. I don't remember what two of the signs read....I think they said the names of two paths I didn't know. But I remember what the other two signs said: there was a yellow one pointing in one direction that said "Start," and a green one pointing in the opposite direction that said "Help."
I ran in the direction of "Start," thinking it was surprisingly considerate of them to include the way back to the entrance for people who would get frustrated and want to leave, since I'd come to realize that I probably wasn't going to find the stairs there, and that I should probably get back to ask the guy for the proper directions to the stairs again.
However, when I reached the wall at the end of the path, I did not find the door I had come through, or any door for that matter. Instead I found an opening to a black slide in the wall, similar to the one I had descended down to the first floor from earlier. Except, that instead of being the open-air kind of black slide the last one had been, this one was a sealed-in tunnel-tube kind of black slide, that when I tried to go up thinking I might have found a replacement for the stairs, I immediately realized with its straight up angle that I....couldn't. And when I looked up to notice what was placed right above the misleading black hole, I found four signs that shocked me with what they said: The very top one said "F--- YOU!" (I am dead serious...it either said "F--- You!" (uncensored) or "Oh F---!" though don't remember which one) and the one directly under it said "NO WAY!" I don't remember what the other two said, (one might have said, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!") but I remember that they were meant as taunts for foolishly thinking it would be that easy to leave. And staring at the hole that was designed not to let anyone go up, I remember feeling like the "O" opening in the wall at the bottom of the slide almost looked like the opening of a mouth, colored a deep, thick, acidic obsidian....it was eerie, and the taunting, blaring signs staring me in the face right above it weren't helping.
So I turned back and ran whatever the path, not long before finding myself at the 4-way sign once again (or was it a different one? Actually, I'm uncertain). This time though, I tried running in the direction of "Help," only to reach a corner with another one of those black slides with the taunting signs (or it could have been the same one even...I'm not sure either). At that point, I could only turn back and try continuing down another path...
And then I woke up.
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I sometimes have dreams that subtly creep me out. Actually....now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I've had a lot of those, though I can't remember them now anymore.
This one got creepy for me at the deserted-airport-hallways-lost-woods. Though it doesn't bother me now when I'm thinking about it objectively, it was a lot creepier while I was in the midst of dreaming it. Especially that eerie silence and emptiness, only broken by the echo of my footsteps...
I have no idea how my mind decides to come up with dreams like this though, as it usually doesn't even pertain to what my mind should be well acquainted is what I like. This one felt almost as though it had a SciFi feel to it, which I'm not usually the biggest fan of for example, due to it often times pertaining to heavy topics highlighting serious concerns on a future that may bring the demise of mankind. Not that my dream was about that thankfully, but it's still isn't the kind of thing I can say I enjoy. I'd like a dream where I'm living in Hyrule or something and instead I get stuff like this....
One thing that gets me is when I wake up in the middle of something unresolved in my dream. If I do not complete it, then when I wake up, while I feel that it's relieving to escape it, I am left feeling a little bothered that I was unable to overcome whatever it was. It's happened to me on multiple occasions....in this instance, I woke up while I was still caught in that frozen maze-like isolated space. I would have liked to have escaped it first, before waking up, so it would have left me feeling comfortable for being able to have resolved it. Although its not usually something to weigh down on my mind for a long time, it is still something that tends to bother me...
*I apologize for the length that this post came out to be. I have a tendency to elaborate on details more than necessary sometimes...
Anyways, it was like in PH when you have to get the triangles to open the door.
