Sorry this is turning into a dream journal, but I actally had a really cool sci-fi dream last night, and I want to remember it. (I think it was heavily influenced by having seen Aeon Flux on Sunday.)

It was several hundred years in the future, and we as a society were living underground in an elaborate series of caves. I was some sort of priestess, and it was time to perform a ritual involving a two-story tall arch in the central hall. The halls were decorated in dark wood façade, and the second story was ringed by a balcony with various store-fronts and hallways (very mall-like, but fancy). The ceremony consisted mainly of me hitting at the arch, which was made of ice, until it collapsed. Something went wrong with the ceremony, and the arch would not fully collapse. Upon closer examination, I discovered that a small plastic thread was at the center of the ice arch, and the ice was clinging to the thread.

Then the arch was suddenly made of black wrought-iron, and I had to clean it in order to re-perform the ceremony. As I was soaping down the arch, the source of the problem appeared. A ghost flew past me, and as priestess, I was able to discern its agitated state. The existence of ghosts were a known fact, but they generally did not wish to be seen and kept to themselves. It wished me to follow, and so it led me to a little-used alcove high above the main corridors of the caves, so high it was at the surface. In this alcove there was a tinted window to the outside. Outside on a promontory were wandering about ten ghosts, and my guide indicated to me that these ghosts were somehow corporeal, and as such could not pass through the window to return to their rightful haunting grounds.

They had been in a corporeal state for some time, and one ghost had figured out how to become incoporeal for a short time, and made a rush for the window. He almost got stuck halfway through, and I used my power to assist him the rest of the way. Here the dream ended, but I knew that this second ghost and I were supposed to work together to figure out what sinister force had enough power to make these ghosts corporeal to trap them here and why.

If I'd had this dream a couple months ago, I might have done NaNoWriMo. It's rare that I have dreams that are so involved and fantastical with such a linear plot, although I might not have been able to express that here. I really wanted to go back to sleep and continue this dream, I was so interested in where it was going.

I also dreamed that I was in charge of handing out Valentines that had been purchased for people. Some idiot organized the list by type of Valentine instead of by name, so when people came to pick up their card, it took me forever to figure out which one to give them. People started getting pissed at me for taking so long, and yelled and pointed. I went ballistic and started cursing and beating on people. I was very disturbed about that one.