I am completely at a loss as to what may have prompted this dream. Although now that I think about it, it might have to do with a certain up coming holiday. And I don't mean Halloween. I guess you'll see when I get to it, but this dream felt more than a little jumbled.
I was walking around with family at night, which is strange in and of itself. Not so strange, my sister found a shop full of knick-knacks and felt compelled to browse. I figured I should follow along to keep her out of trouble.
It was surprisingly busy for how dark it seemed outside. There were a number of people browsing around and shopping. The shelves were stocked with small items, figurines and such, and nothing of any real value. Still, I picked up one or two things for a glance but for the life of me can't remember what they were. I also can't remember any of the faces of the people around. Now that I think about it, they all seemed a little blurred. Except for one face that even now stands out clearly in my mind.
Her hair was a blond that was brilliant without being ostentatious. Her piercing blue eyes stared at me from across the room as she stood by a cash register. I wasn't a thief or anything in this dream, which made her scrutiny all the more puzzling. Her eyes followed me around the room. And as I approached her, she settled into a defensive stance. A sound like a crackle of wooden blocks falling made me turn my head away from her for a second. That was when she struck. I felt it coming more than I saw it and swatted her arm aside. She moved forward throwing her other fist out, and I blocked again, pressing her arm as I stepped forward and behind her. I turned back around, and she was already on the offensive again. The anger in her eyes almost had a physical pressure, pressing along with her attacks.
I jumped back a few steps, lowered my stance, and brought my right hand up in a pose my brother would easily recognize as my mongoose style. She let loose with a flurry of strikes, and I batted them aside waiting for the right moment when she was caught up in her speed. My arm wrapped around hers and I guided her body with mine, turning her around back towards the register. I unwound my arm from hers and gave her a firm push, sending her stumbling back to where she started. I was chuckling. This was actually rather fun. She was still fuming. she pointed firmly towards the door and I gave a curt nod, leaving the shop. There was a man standing by the exit, someone about as tall as myself, although his face was blurred like everyone else's. I got the feeling he was highly amused at the fight, and something gave me the impression he was the girl's father. No idea where that thought came from. I just stepped out the door.
It was still dark outside. In the faint moonlight, I could see that the surrounding buildings were of the pueblo style, and it looked like a kind of market place. There was even a sizeable dining area with tables and benches. Yet the whole place was empty, not a soul around save for the shop behind me. I kept walking.
Just beyond the tables was a row of two long buildings, drastically different in architectural style. They looked like the wing of a school complex, rather like Bishop Amat High School. Except not. There was a grassy strip in between the buildings, and I followed this down towards a street. The sky started to lighten up, but became overcast as clouds and fog rolled in.
The grass lead to a broad swatch along the street corner, and as I approached a pair of school children came out from the fog, running and playing around. Their faces were blurred just like the people in the shop. Although this felt a little creepy. I slowly backed away and entered one of the buildings through a conveniently placed door.
Inside looked almost exactly like a school. There was a trophy case just inside the entrance surrounded by a dark wood paneling. I walked up to find a long narrow hallway lined on both sides by lockers and entrances to classrooms. The lights overhead weren't on, but there was just enough illumination to see the doors at the end of the hall. It took only a minute to walk down there, and I emerged from those doors practically back where I had started.
The market place was decked out with skulls and black streamers. It was populated by a crowd in costume. Skull masks. Calaveras. It was the day of the dead. There was a long table not to far away by a dead tree covered in streamers. A number of people were seated there, and I got the sense that they were family. Makes sense. They were speaking spanish and I couldn't understand a word. Their faces were blurred as well.
I walked over, took a seat at the head of the table, and then I was woken up by the sounds of the morning.
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