Dream of 12.11.2025 - The obsidian sphere in the flooded backyard
We were driving in the car along Buena Vista or a similar road. At the very least, my mom, grandma, and Wesley were there. Wesley made some kind of obnoxious joke. I responded good-naturedly at first but then he interrupted me as I spoke some rejoinder and I immediately got heated and said something nasty back, though I no longer recall what, just that my mom immediately said my name sharply as though disappointed with me.
Then we were at my grandma's house and people were standing around in the living room having a conversation as we often do when trying to determine where to go to eat, and then suddenly Wesley was taking my grandma's knick knacks out into the backyard where there was a torrential downpour. At the very back of the yard, the rain had created its own river rushing along the back fence perimeter of Grandma's and the neighbors' houses. The knick knacks were scattered all over the muddy yard and Wesley was chasing a beautiful dark marble sphere through the channel of rushing water along the fence.
The next part of the dream took place in Boston, I recall meandering around a cityscape and thinking, "Boston." I think I started off in the car but I eventually had to transfer to public transport. There was a building with automatic doors and a train just straight up on the floor inside -- no tracks or anything like that. It was like one of those trains for children at the mall. Inside the automatic door building, there was a hallway extending into darkness to the left, while any trains passing navigated along twisting passages with windows inside the same building. I missed one train, walked outside, thinking that I might be in the wrong place, and then missed a second train when I came back inside the building a few minutes later.
