The next scene was ridiculously unrelated, and it's pretty much a blur in my mind, but I sort of recall wandering back and forth between two convenience stores because I was indecisive about what to buy for a drink. I think there was blueberry, grape, plum, peach, and some other random fruit thingamajigs, can't remember what I settled on in the end. And then there was something about tree-climbing at night...I think I climbed a tree that grew in the middle of something akin to a school amphitheater and got off on the second floor, lugging a bag of drinks I bought from the convenience store before that. I can vaguely remember that I was supposed to deliver those drinks to someone - a guy in some computer lab - but I'm not sure for what reason. Meh.

And then there was a scene change, and it was night again, but this time round I was some...wealthy merchant or something, a middle-aged Chinese man. Don't ask me why, I have no idea myself. I slip quite easily into these completely irrelevant roles from time to time. But anyway, I was standing at the entrance to my house, and I remember talking to a taller guy dressed in some kind of black traditional costume, who handed me...the very same coin I had found in the first scene at the start of the dream. For a moment I slipped right back into my actual self, and I noticed - to my horror - that the coin had changed; most of the rust was gone, and although the metal was still bent in the right place, the surface shone with a silvery-golden light, as if it had been rigorously washed and cleaned and dutifully polished. Of course I asked, and the man replied that it had been a rare spell of sorts that changed that ancient coin so drastically. He thought I'd be pleased. But I wasn't. For some inexplicable reason I was clutching the coin very tightly with an almost heart-wrenching sadness, and all that was on my mind was how the coin had lost its value, or rather the value I saw in it from the start. I can't quite explain. I just know that I lost something I loved so dearly I almost couldn't take it anymore...I allowed it to be changed without my knowledge and consent, and it was devastating. Terrifying. Traumatizing. I don't know what I saw in that coin, but its absence shook my world.

Anyway after that I was back to being that middle-aged Chinese man, but this time round I was strangely scared of the man. Everything he said seemed like some form of threat. He told me of two rooms near the entrance of my house with walls made of gold, and as he spoke, the door to my right (we had been standing beside it all along) creaked open and let through a beam of cold, golden light that faltered against the darkness but ended as abruptly as a truncated rod. He told me I would lose all of it if I didn't promise him something. I don't know why the two rooms of golden walls were so important to me, or what kind of power I perceived in him that made me convince myself that he would go through with his threats, but I was desperate, I was frightened, and I agreed almost immediately. And then the door opened fully, and I stepped into a room that had three walls, with the fourth side open to a dark, blackish sea to my right that was calm and peaceful against a cloudy evening sky. Everything inside was bathed in an almost magical golden light. There were lots of intricate ornamentations and decorative carvings in the three gold walls, which held no meaning to me but were mesmerizing all the same. The second gold room was a little ways ahead, in a separate part of the house, which was connected to my side by a corridor that ran over the dark sea. I remember wanting to see the room, but I never did.

The last scene was so weird I find it extremely hard to describe. I don't even know what I was doing, except that it was a foggy, rainy day and I was fooling around somewhere near my estate. Everything was endowed with this white, misty quality that the whole place seemed almost ethereal. There was a plank or something like that on the roof of one of the lower buildings, and I was with a friend, leaping and flying around (yes it was another flying dream), going all the way up to the 12th floor of some taller buildings and jumping right down so that we could propel ourselves off the plank - how does that even work - and go for another round, on and on and on. I don't know. It was so weird. I really have no idea what that was for.

So yeah, that kind of sums up my most recent dreamscape experience. 

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~~~*Left with the Winds at 9.39pm*~~~