My mall

I've been dreaming of my mall for decades.  I remember one dream where I was driving to the mall.  I drove up a almost straight up single lane road without any sides.  After a few miles up, there was a landing type building where I was required to get out of my car.  I walked through the building while my car swam through a giant lake.  I got back into the car and the road went straight down down down for miles and miles.  The road had no rails and it was a 10 mile drop straight down/  When I arrived at the mall, it was rectangular with a forest on one side, a desert on another,  a cliff down with the sea a miles down and the final side had a parking lot.  I parked and went in. the mall had all my favorite shops, the best being a book store.

A strange convention dream

I used to go to conventions every couple of years.  They were a lot of fun.  I dreamed this one, though.  The convention was at an old hotel by a swamp.  It was misty and ancient.  I brought my luggage in and found that I was going to have to share a room with a woman named Lou.  I was worried because we were in a zombie apocalypse.  I settled into the room.  There were two full size beds, an antique lamp, and a wardrobe.  I was tired and I went into the bathroom to change for bed.  Lou accidentally came in and saw me.  On my side was a greenish zombie mark.  Lou screamed, pointing at it.  She said she was going to report me and I will be executed.  I ran after her, protesting.  I grabbed up a statue off the fireplace and bashed her head in.  I wrapped her up in a bedspread and dragged her to the elevator and went down to the basement.  There was a tunnel through to the swamps.  I dragged her out and fed her to the gators. 
The dream wasn't a nightmare, it was eerie.  It had a moody atmosphere with amber toned lights, red wallpaper, rich greens in the swamp. 

My first remembered dream

I was about 5 when I dreamed this.  I remember it vividly.  I had watched The Blob on TV.  It is the only dream I remember that was in black and white.   I was riding on top of the Blob while it was flowing up and down stairs seeking out and engulfing people.  I was not afraid.  I think I considered it a friend.  Of course, when you consider my imaginary friends, a black cat, a black emaciated horse, and a devil, it could very well have been my friend.

My Dream History

I just lost my dream journal that I have been posting on for ten years.  It's gone, poof!  Ah well, time for something new.
My dreams are rather bizarre sometimes.  Many people I know who have died come visit in my dreams.  My Aunt Hazel,  my friend Gene, Daddy visit most often.  I'm always glad to see them and talk to them.