I was on stilts and had trouble balancing. It was more like I was on a pogo stick, jumping trying to reposition my feet. A guy in a loft was trying to push me over. He was saying cruel things and making brutish faces at me. Fighting back did nothing.
Earlier in my nap dream, I was back in my hometown, but there were new underground structures. I was following my mom, but she wouldn't talk to me or even look back at me.
As soon as I woke up, details of the dream started slipping away from me. It's been an hour since I woke up, and this is basically all I can recall. Even though it was an unpleasant and eerie dream, waking up released a more hopeful feeling. But that may have been due to sleeping next to an open window, with spring scents trickling their way into the air.
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