My dreams from last night are a little hard to write about.
I know that it started as a bunch of us riding in a van to go to some kind of conference. I ran back to the van to take a computer part back that was awkward to carry. We had been at a restaurant before and I was showing it to some computer guys trying to figure out what it was. Anyway... coming back from the van was quite an experience. It immediately turned into some kind of dusty dirty lot. The lot became an exile camp, which in turn became a slave camp. There was a big monster truck there that bounced on baseballs. I bounced wildly and growled as an intimidation factor for all those working the lot. At one point some of us found a way into the control center/community. It was down a stair well and I was the one that found it. Soon there were hundreds crushing in on me and I could not get around the door mantle to get in. One person let me in and I stayed with her. We wandered around inside and saw lots of really cool stuff. Kinda like Opryland Hotel only better. There were bars, gambling, games, rides. I found myself drinking with biker bar type men and pulling coins that floated out of a river-like fountain. It was some form of card game only you played it with coins you got out of the fountain as they passed by. The person with 4 Kings won a lot of money. You could even fly in one room. I noticed that everyone was flying low so began flying around the higher parts of the ceiling that had cabinets. I looked in a cabinet, but it was empty so I flew back down quickly. I was corrected by a monitor and told I was flying too quickly and was a danger. I left that area and was running from someone who discovered I was a slave from outside. I got on a ride and had them turn it on. It was a conveyor belt. I had a memory of riding it when I was smaller. Now it was too crowded. I climbed up something that looked like antlers. It was a ladder, but as soon as I let go it became a slide and I slid down into the basement where the slaves were carrying in soldier uniforms to be laundered. The person with me admired the soldiers and the workers a lot. She disappeared from the dream at that point. While in the basement, I found a room with a woman and children and maybe a couple of men. It was sort of like a restaurant, sort of like the inside of a space ship or airplane, sort of like a bar. They said they were children of the king who had been banished and had to live in that room forever. I asked them how they got food and they said he sent it to them from the leftovers of the table. It was good food and I shared a meal with them. I left and found my way back to the outside only to find a barbed fence blocking me from the slave lot. I remembered in history there was some kind of magic hole people had found to get in and liberate the slaves. I couldn't find the hole, but somehow got back out into the lot. I'm not sure why I wanted back out there, but I felt safer there. I never remember having to work like the slaves. I was merely an observer. I was outside because I chose it this time. I wondered how people there found food.