I was part of a team, and there were two of us. We were racing through a multi-story building that was actually a huge museum. I think I've been there before in my dreams, in a different section of it. But I think it was the same museum. This game was a sort of scavenger hunt, with us going from floor to floor to find things. However it was a deadly game. One of the floors was a forest, and my partner didn't kill the person from the other team who found us, but she tried to kill us, and we had to tie her, and then keep shooting back through the trees at her to keep her concentration off enough that we were able to run away safely, especially after she got loose and started shooting at us. She had a small pistol or small gun, I had a rifle. I never targeted her. We ran down the path, until we came to the edge of the building and found an elevator. We then went up the elevator to the top floor. It was mostly closed, all the rooms. It was a children's floor. No one there had the list of what we were supposed to find there. The other team was made out to have already been there so we'd hurry, but I knew they hadn't been there yet. We were the first to reach it. They'd be coming soon though. Eventually we found the clues, and then we waited. Others came. Finally they said if you were in love with someone, to come to the final room because they had something to read to us. If not, then if you didn't show by four, they'd read it to all. It seemed private and like you should go. There ended up being several of us, and we all knew we were in love with someone else there. I saw the guy I loved come in and sit on the other side. I knew he also loved me. They basically just read notes saying if we'd actually work out together or not. However they passed the notes down the line, and if you saw it and pretended you didn't know what it said, you could pass it on quickly and wait for one more favorable. So no one took them seriously. The museum floor opened and kids and their parents came in as we finished. One of the walls had a door missing, just had a heavy plastic door (like what you'd see at a meat department in a grocery store, or a swinging plastic door into the back of a grocery store) and outside of that, a drop of several stories, with a beautiful light green and blue foggy far view of the countryside with the sun playing on the distant hills, and fresh cool air coming in through the window. I think I could feel it. I loved to stand at the door, carefully holding myself back, and peak my head out and breath the air and stare out. I also had lost my shirt somehow and only had a small towel to hold, and I was mortified to stand or do anything because I was afraid of exposing my back and possibly front. I really wanted my love, who was there, to offer his jacket. Unfortunately that would show others who was in love with me which was still dangerous, and also I think he kind of liked it and didn't want me to cover up my back. I was feeling particularly modest about my back. And also I think he didn't have a jacket, only a shirt, so then he would be somewhat uncovered, which was also mortifying. I sat reading a book lying on my stomach, and he came in at one point, when no one was there, and then he gave me a jacket.
There was some hotshot young lover man going around, and he had his note saying he'd be successful with his particular love. He found his girl, and the dream transitioned to them sitting far out in the desert alone, because again, they didn't want anyone to know who they were. Maybe not a desert. It was more like a dry winter prairie on a sunny day. Blue sky. Bright dead grass as far as the eye could see, but yeah, with cacti and bushes in places. It was like a movie, and had the constraints of your typical PG-13 movie. They were sitting, him with his shirt off, and she undressed but had on his shirt. They sat and started talking. Well, he started talking about how in the past this had always gone wrong, and he was glad it would go well this time. I realized there was a girl lying behind the other girl that was watching, and the love girl hadn't noticed yet, neither had he. But she was there. She was a ghost haunting it, and she finally stood up and walked over to them. He complained that he was tired of her always ruining his love, and she laughed and pulled them up, and distracted him by arguing him until she had led both of them to a small natural pool of water with light dead reeds around it, and behind it an old abandoned prairie mansion, and in front of it a bunch of graves. Except you got closer and realized the line of women hadn't even been buried. He had serial killed them and then laid them out in a line on the dead bright tan grass, and this ghost was the first one and had talked with the other women killed, and they had decided it was time for her to come out and start preventing him from killing any others. They were in the back in various stages of rot. Anyway, the ghost killed him.
The dream then went back to me, and I was looking out the window on that high floor again. Then we all ended up going to a waterfall. It had various natural rock slides, but they were all pretty smooth and painless. Different ones. Maybe ten of them all in a row, as the waterfall was very wide, and not too tall. But it was perfectly steep, with just the slides slightly projecting out. On the right side, everyone was jumping down them without wearing anything, like children. They told me I had to do the same. I did once. It felt freeing and all. But men and women were both there. So then I went over to try another slide further down the left of the ridge, and there they said we could wear swimming suits, which I promptly did. I also stopped sliding and started just diving into the dark deep water from the top. About ten feet high. It was a lot of fun. I could really feel the water, and feel kicking back up to the surface, and holding my breath (I think I really did. I knew I didn't have to because it was a dream, but it felt like cheating... I think I held it in real life). It was very dark water.
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