Marmalade

I'm walking into a park (somewhat seems like Hickory Hill) with another person... I almost think this person was a chimp. There is something (a person? a dog?) who is going to try to hunt us down, but we have a head start. That other dog-person is in the building at the edge of the park. We're on a trail that is just a few feet into the woods and runs along the edge before turning in. I have the plan of moving fast while zig-zagging and staying on the trail so that we won't leave any signs of our passing. I want to get to the far side of the park just beyond the boundary and hide out in some woods there.

We (which includes other people now... brothers?) have entered an abandoned school (seems like Longfellow Elementary with elements of Robert Lee Hall at Blue Ridge YMCA). I'm leading the way and I just want to pass through, but its confusing. I figure it will be quicker to go up in order to get back down to an exit. We get to the very top and its an open large room. At some point, I become aware of ghosts everywhere. I have papers that I'm clutching which are very important to me (my own writings?). We get to the far end of the upstairs which is a space separated from the other section but with an open door way and in this section is the stairs.

The ghosts are unavoidable. I start interacting with them. Some are irritable but not mean. It seems if you don't disturb them they mostly leave you alone. And if you're nice to them, they're mostly nice in return. I keep telling the irritable ghosts that I'm sorry and its feels like I mean it. I am still slightly afraid but starting to relax. I pet a ghost dog.

We were starting to go down stairs when I realized I'd dropped some of my papers. I say to the others that I have to go back. I pick up the papers that are scattered and some of them seem to be chewed or ripped.

We start to go down again, but suddenly there are reporters. The reporters are speaking with the ghosts. I don't want the reporters to see me and I try to blend in with the ghosts as I make my escape. I go back the way we came to the other side of the top floor. There is a female reporter close behind me, but I don't think she has noticed me. I run down the stairs and manage to elude her as I make my way outside. I go to the side of the building so it won't be obvious that I came out the door in case she comes out that way as well. I walk back towards the building at the edge of the park. There are people there and I try to blend in.

Here is a dream from last night.

I was wandering around a large interior structure. I didn’t seem to have a purpose other than exploring a place I was unfamiliar with. There were other people around, but I think I was walking by myself. I can’t remember most of it. There is only one particular thing I can recall clearly.

There was a large stage and seating area. I think there were many peole there, but I don’t specifically remember them. At the back of the seating area, there was another smaller stage-like structure, and by smaller I mean not normal human-sized. This is the confusing part. I don’t know which stage I saw first, but I think it might’ve been the smaller one. I think I didn’t even realize it was a stage at first.

Now for the truly strange part. The small stage had something like pupets on it. I went to investigate. I think that might be when I became aware of the larger stage. It seemed as if the two stages were connected, and I suddenly worried that what I did on the smaller stage would be seen on the larger stage.

Isn’t that wacky? The puppets were influencing (controlling?) the people on the stage. Also, the real people on the (real?) stage were just as vague as the puppets.