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Zingoleb:
like sociopaths!

Masterpiece:
....but that would make me one...
in all seriousness, I can't see colours in my dreams AT ALL. I sometimes know things around me have colours, but I still see them in black and white.

TinPenguin:
I dream in monochrome sometimes.

mtmerrick:
The colors in dreams for me are both muted and vivid at the same time, if that makes any sense.

Dreampost incoming. Writing now.

mtmerrick:
So the dream started with me and my family entering a building. This was a massive building. A large foyer and a central (not straight, but it felt like it) hallway,  with huge square rooms tacked on at architecturally impossible angles. This was not a church,  but church services (of an unknown christian religion) were being had there. For some reason my parents wanted to stay. So we did. (my family has not gone to church in a couple years,  IRL) But in the incoming rush of people I got split off from my family. They went into the furthest room, where the religious speaker was. I got funneled into the room closest to the front door on the left side. There was an identical stage/podium in each room, and speakers to broadcast what the speaker was saying,  but nothing to look at other than the empty podium. Which was quite ironic considering the seating was based around huge long tables, stretching the entire width of the room,  and fixed seats attached to it. The sort of thing you'd see in a lecture hall or something. Made to be looking forward when there was nothing forward at all. The two rooms (left and right) that were closest to the entrance were the only ones like this. I was told to sit at the back. This was the last hall to be filled. Only a few other people were sitting there,  most notably Cole. (Cole was an IRL quazi-friend I had on a few soccer teams I was on back when I was MUCH younger.  Like 12-13yo. Though we weren't the same religion, our mothers thought it would be a good idea to send us to church/bible study at his church. That did not go over well. After that we didn't talk outside of the soccer field. I haven't really thought about him since)

So after sitting down I spotted Cole. Not exactly the Cole I remembered, as he was age-accelerated to be the age I am now, but definitely recognizable. Shaggier hair than I remembered. This was significant to me for some reason. He was sitting in the row in front of me, to the left. The one of my sisters came in as the last person let in,  and sat to my right. I tried striking up a conversation with Cole. This was (according to my dream-self's memories) not the first time we'd seen each other in dreamworld, but it didn't happen often so I enjoyed it when it did. We traded a few words, including me joking that we always seemed to wind up in church together. My sister was doing g something on her phone - my mom's Galaxy S3, actually, which she's not allowed to touch IRL, but my dream self's memories reminded me she had gotten it as a hand-me-down - and when I looked back at Cole, he was in the same row in front of me,  but in the seat to my right instead my left. He had the exact same phone as my dad (VZW Note II,  Gray,  with Flip Cover) and I began to ask him about it,  but he ssshhhh'd me,  as he was taking pictures of the podium,  which he found fascinating. The lights were getting dimmer. People started leaving but Cole stayed entranced by the muffled and indecipherable speaker's voice coming out of the speakers. My sister tugged on my arm,  as if to say it's time to leave. I woke up.

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