Dream CLXXII

I was staying in a massive stone apartment building.  I was in room 312.

One day, my nephew moved in next door.  He gave me an envelope full of news clippings, but before I could read them he gave me two greeting cards he wanted me to mail for him.  I told him I'd be happy to do so and went out to the post office.

Going back into my rooms, I noticed many things that were kept in storage were now all over the floors--spun glass statues, various metal works, objects carved from stone.  One I'd never seen before was a small metal idol-like figurine.  I dropped it accidentally and it rang a with a musical note.  I placed it carefully on the floor, but it still began ringing subtly.

I also noticed lots of dust, so much so I was worried about my lungs.  I shut the doors to all the rooms except the main two  that I used primarily.  I could still hear the vibrating metal sound from the idol.  I told myself these two rooms were all I needed anyway.

I went out of the apartment, through the corridors to the outside.  There was a festival going on; lots of people and activity.  Some men dressed in fine clothes were tossing a giant foam yellow sphere back and forth among themselves.  "Gentlemen, prepare to HURL the SUN!" I said.  They smiled at me and laughed.

In the crowd, I met a girl I'd known before  She had just moved into the building as well.  I showed her around the neighborhood, and pointed out that there were many merchants and small stores in the corridors of the building.  She decided she'd wear just a yellow bikini, but almost immediately I could tell she was cold.  (The corridors were stone and didn't heat evenly.)  I let her wear my coat.

I soon figured out that all of this was just a dream.  I told the girl I could prove it--I kissed her, and said when we were both awake, I'd remind her of the kiss, and she'd remember the dream.

I had a difficult time finding my room, so we wandered a bit more.  We came across a giant archive-store of films, videotapes and vinyl records.  Leafing through their catalog, it seemed every description referenced Dr Who in some way--including a set of instructions for using a riding lawnmower.  I pointed this out to the girl, and I bet her that I could open the catalog randomly and land on a Dr Who mention.  Of course I couldn't.

She was getting tired, so I found a resting lounge in the store and gave her some tea.  She was soon asleep.  A man came around to me and told me I should have a rest as well.  He gave me some tea.  I asked what kind of tea it was, and he said "Sleepy Time Tea."

Since I was in a dream, I wondered what would happen if I drank it.  I thought it might wake me up.