We were all on this hill, it was beautiful. There was a grand lake on the one side, I've been there before, it's in my dream world. Up on top of a mountain hill next to the lake, there was a buried cannon from world war II, and some places for fighters to hide. I looked into the cannon when I was the first to find it, just shortly. Afterward we told no one else to stick there head by it, in case jostling it could make it fire, in case anything was still there... like how a lost bomb could still explode, so everyone is wary if they find a missile or bomb that was a dud. Behind those were some rickety bleachers of some kind. Too rickety to walk on. Made of pressed wood material on a metal frame. Down the back side of the hill was a glassy pond that when the air stirred, the pond got foggy and wrinkled with waves. Just a little air movement, and the whole pond was stirred. There was a neighborhood in the corner of the lake right next to the hill in the back, which had as the best feature a row of large trees in each yard, rimming the pond. There were platforms in each with tree houses built on each for the children. Like ten or so in a row. One had an empty pad without a current tree house on it, probably the real house tenants had just moved in and hadn't yet made their customized tree house. They were all different. I only saw them from across the pond on the hill. When looking at the pond, it was kind of a rich dark color due to the shade of the mountains, and it was in the shape of an L, sort of. A bubbly round L. :) In front it had the main part, and off to our right and behind slightly, it went into the hill we stood on (so the hill also was shaped around this pond). The houses were on that right L bit, on the other side.
From here it was time for me to go away from my parents to a sort of school or conference or something. Once I got away from home, everything changed. It turned out my parents had been shielding me. There were two sides in life. The Liners and the Characters. The Characters were in control, and they insisted that everything in life be curved. The Liners liked lines. Straight sleeves on clothes, straight legs when walking, lines in books, etc. I got in a lot of trouble because I was too naive and didn't know about this argument. I was trying so hard to avoid this man who was chasing me throughout the duration of the dream, trying his hardest to prove to others that I was a Liner, so that he could arrest me. He was with me a lot, but I did my best to hide that I was more like a Liner than not, although I never declared myself on any side. No one in life cares about that though, when it comes down to it. It's all about the actions in the end. I spent some time at home. An old man was watching our home, and he agreed to do it for free if he could garden. I can't remember if he was a Character or a Liner, but he was trying to help me, I remember that.
I was trying to stand by my ideals of a Liner, which had been passed to me by my parents before I even knew of the conflict. Because of course it was totalitarian and awful to arrest anyone just for believing in the usefulness of a straight line. So I didn't like the Characters. I recognized the usefulness of curves. But lines also.
I would hide in bathrooms. Oh, I was eating grapes, and tried one. It was actually a red-skinned potato. I cut off the skin and was going to toast it into chips. I really want to do that still in real life now. The people who the potato belonged to realized I had taken one, and were waiting for me to admit it, trying to trap me into saying something. I never did until finally they asked me about it. I told them that I thought it was a grape and I had taken it, but I had thrown it away later because it was soggy and not very good, which was true.
I guess that's all. It is a less logical dream, so it's harder to remember it. But it was very high in having a story plot and different characters, I just can't remember it all. It was quite the effort to remember what I did, including refusing to open my eyes when I snoozed my alarm, and taking thirty minutes to wake slowly. There was the gardener man. There was the man trying to prove I was a Liner. There were my parents. There were the two friends, a boy and girl, with the potatoes. They were Characters, but raised that way, and mostly happy to be my friend. I think we were in school together. There was my adopted brother at the beginning looking at the cannon with me. I guess those are the main ones.
I'm noticing all my dreams reflect real life somehow. For example, yesterday I was told a real story that one of our foreign clients at my agency was accused by the police of a hit and run accident. He is probably innocent, but the police (in a more corrupt part of town) were basically fishing and trying to coerce him into confessing, and threatening him with jail if he didn't. Kind of like the guy following me was trying to prove I was a guilty Liner, and the friends were trying to prove the bit about the potato.
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