Mangos at Circular Quay
This dream starts at Circular Quay, in the undercover walkway near the Guylian cafe. I am walking towards the Opera House when I see a tourist looking lost. I stop and ask her if I can help - she is a short Korean girl in her 20s, holding an ipad. She shows me a picture of a blue road sign, saying that she is trying to find this sign.
I look around with her and think hard - I haven't seen any such sign around there, as most road signs in Sydney are not blue. We go into a shop and ask the shopkeeper who suggests we look in the underground part near Opera bar, so we go there too but we cannot find it. As we come up to road level again, the sun is setting and gorgeous orange rays are cast over the Opera house. I suggest to the girl that she stay and enjoy the sunset instead of looking for the sign, and walk off in the direction of the train station.
By the time I reach the station it is almost dark. Though in real life one would have to ascend steps / escalators to go onto the platform, there are signs indicating that you have to go downstairs which I find strange even in the dream. I start walking down a tunnel like set of steps, and quickly realise that the steps have crumbled away and are highly unstable. Someone has put up ropes along the side of the steps to help people keep balance as they negotiate the rubble, but lots of people are falling over everywhere. It is so dark in the stairwell it feels like a mine.
Finally I get down to the bottom of the steps and feel relieved that I am on a platform that looks like a train station platform. It is so dark though that I can barely see where I am going. I slip and fall next to a pile of mango skins, and when I sit up I realise I am surrounded by mango skins, piles of half eaten mango pulp and seeds scattered about everywhere. I wonder what sort of monster has been eating mangos in Circular Quay station. As I stand up again I can hear the whistle of the train approaching in the tunnel. Then my foot slips on a mango skin and I start to fall onto the tracks.
I can hear the train approaching closer and closer as I land with a thud. Then I wake up.
The purple dupatta
In this dream I am standing at the door of a house I do not recognise. The door is fancy, one of those bi-fold doors that open outwards, rimmed with something golden and shiny. I try the doorknob but it doesn't open. I peek through the glass on the side of the door but I cannot see through.
I am startled as the door starts to creak open. It is utterly silent around me as the door slowly opens to reveal an alarm panel. The lights are blinking red and green, and I see the alarm is still elevated. I have no idea what the code is.
The next scene I am in a swimming pool that looks like it's part of someone's backyard. It's not clear to me whether this is the house I was just at the front of. The pool is very deep and I am treading water, wondering why a backyard pool is so deep. Suddenly, a purple coloured dupatta is thrown into the pool. I look around but cannot see who threw it - in fact all around the pool there are not even any bushes or anywhere someone can hide.
I swim towards the dupatta and feel the texture of the material in my hands. It is a bright purple, and as I pull my hand away the colour comes off onto my hand. As I drop it the colour starts to fade from the dupatta and languid streaks appear on the surface of the pool. Slowly the water colour starts to change, and I feel a sense of panic starting to seep in. What is happening?
Then I wake up
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