..and no, I’m not trying to paraphrase Martin Luther King’s speech, tonight I actually had a pretty amusing dream. Dream so real that, if not being as bizarre, one could mistaken if for a real memory over time.

I assume the area it took a place at was Disneyland, although I haven’t seen any rollercoasters around, nor it was anyhow crowded or loud. It felt very pleasant there, and at some point I realised I was about to see some kind of a 3D projection, holograms, right there in a daylight, out in the park or whatever place it was. I remember being surrounded by clear, blue sky and feeling a light breeze on my skin. It was a warm day, very relaxing vibe. I was walking on a stone or concrete path, bordered by well trimmed bushes and low curbs when suddenly it begun.

Huge, colorful cartoon-like rocket launched from behind the Disney castle, accompanied by spectacular and colourful fireworks. Everything  happened in a kind of slow motion pace, so there was enough time to enjoy the show. At first, I thought it was going to be a disaster once the rocker hits the ground, as it headed towards it in a great speed, but at the moment of expected collision the rocket just disappeared, as if it was a knife piercing a butter. Then, from the same direction, some creatures begun to run cheerfully towards me, but it was not disturbing at all, they were just some cute animals I’m not able to recall in details.

It felt like I was in the middle of an animated movie. I reached with my hand towards one of the creatures, and it literally run through it, leaving me astonished, since the moment it passed it felt like, uhmm.. as weird as it may sound,  warm fluffy water or a cloud or kind of a thick air for that very moment. It felt so real and unreal in the same moment.

Out of a sudden, my alarm clock went on but I was not going to give up so easily. I frantically muted it as soon as I found it burried under the stack of my pillows and fell back to sleep immediately.

To my own surprise, I’ve managed to get back to that place. But this time, I’ve realised I lost my wallet the last time I’ve been there. I must have met someone on my way to search for it, since we arrived to the place I remembered having it for the last time along with another person. I have no clue whether it was a male or a female nor if I knew the person. Either way, one of us found my wallet eventually, sunken in the nearby tiny pond. I knew I had 75€ in notes there. They were still to be found inside! Dripping wet but otherwise untouched. Yet, one thing was missing after all. A little photo I carry inside, a picture of me and my “little” sister. I remember feeling sad and finding it weird, why would anyone leave the cash in but have taken the pic out..?

..and then my alarm went on again, since I haven’t killed it but only snoozed it the last time. Dammit.

Have you ever had such a realistic dream? What was it about?