I had this very memorable dream, maybe one or two years ago. I was under water, sort of a shady sea, with a vast dark blue sky. I was in the midst of all this old metallic rubble, with a few other people, who were all very interesting characters. We all felt we were in a negative place, and we decided to find a way to get out, so we built these underwater planes, and together, we all flew out of there (if you can fly underwater) and we were on our way to a glowing blue castle, that looked like it was made out of a seashell. As we flew, below us were underwater pastures and farmland, that were very soft looking. We arrived at the underwater town with the castle. My comrades and I smiled at each other like we accomplished something wonderful, and they all walked in seperate directions. The street I was on, was cobblestone. The houses were all small in wooden, with fire light coming from the windows. And around the corner, all these children, dressed identically came prancing and marching in loose rows, all carrying a stick over their shoulder, with a paper lantern on the end of it. I crossed the street and entered a lit tunnel, which also had windows on the walls, where people lived, and I found a shop that sold beeswax and wooden crafts, and I somehow knew the owner well. I woke up just then.
