Now I'm never comfortable with maze dreams because I watched the movie Cube and that thing freaked me out so badly that now, instead of dreaming of green bushes and winding, blue sky corridors, I tend to dream about white walls with marble floors and ceilings and a feeling of mild claustrophobia. The ceiling is usually rather high up above the maze so it's not too too bad.
I'm always walking with determination if not exactly purpose. I get the feeling the maze is HUGE! I try the trick of staying to the left hand side but my mind likes its sadistic jokes and often I tend to blur and pop up somewhere else on the wrong side. I tend to feel a mild sort of panic but tempered with a very certain, fatalistic feeling. I suspect this whole thing will not end well.
Mostly when I'm walking I tend to think. Obviously, "How did I get here? What's going on and hope I don't need the loo!" are usually the first three thoughts taken care of. I always try to smell the air but it's usually vaguely empty coupled with a whole bunch of nothing in particular. This is always disturbing as all my dreams have smells to them and the lack is unsettling.
I always get the feeling I'm not alone in the maze but I never see anyone and don't feel watched or like I'm on some alien's menu or anything. I feel that the people who are in the maze as well are all trapped in their own particular hells and that it's not my business to wonder about it. Around this part I decide ah well, whatever. My total acceptance of the situation in the end is usually enough to wake me up in the morning making me wonder what the hell did I eat the night before?
They're very dissatisfying dreams, I feel I should write and complain and ask for my dream time back. (Ironically I'm usually in a super peppy mood not long after! Freedom!!)
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