Toy boat quiz
My oldest brother and my sister is inside what seems to be a closed down or abandoned shopping mall. The mall is made completely out of glass, so that you can see through all the layers of walls, floors and ceilings. It’s a slightly confusing but wonderful effect. I’m outside their window, maybe ten or fifteen feet away. It’s winter and pre-Christmas-time.
My sister is holding a clipboard that obviously has some sort of question form or quiz attached to it, and my brother acts as if he’s a professional quiz-show host from TV. I’m supposed to be the contestant – although I find it hard to concentrate.
When my brother asks a question from the quiz, it is not done in, say, the ‘traditional’ way. He doesn’t speak a single word, because the questions are being represented by big holographic images of toy boats that wobble and float by in front of me. The boats are beautifully crafted; their style of design is like a mixture of Carl Barks and Manga – impossible to describe. I can see from the way the details appear that the holographic images of the boats are actually closeups. These boats are obviously very small in scale.
Every time I get an answer right – I really don’t know how this thing worked – some strange color patterns appear on the face of the building, small squares of neon light dancing up and down, like something from ‘Close Encounters…’. Also, the toy boat in question change into its’ true form, although still scaled up in size, which disappoints me.
From time to time there’s a bus that drives by to my left, and every time the driver – my uncle (who is a bus driver in real life) – leans out of a window on the right side, asking if I need a ride home. I tell him that I need to finish the quiz first. The bus then follows a road that ends up in a 90 degree vertical climb to the top of a small mountain.
By now the quiz has ended. I’m unsure of what happens here, but towards the end of the dream I remember joining my brother and sister, and we walk into a pizza restaurant. After that I remember nothing, or maybe I just woke up.
this story came from a dream ° no thoughts