Leaving a Gallery Dream

I was in The Australian National Gallery and I was leaving. Someone I knew was behind the counter and I didn’t want to talk to them so I sneaked out.

I got to the door I was going to exit through which was not the exit door but rather a side door of sorts, and I opened it and went through the doorway and into office space. I had to go down a few floors to get out of the office space and to the exit as surprisingly each floor was office space.

After a few floors I asked someone for help in leaving and let them know I didn’t want the person I knew to see me. They took me back up to where I had entered the office area and then took me to a lift. If I took the lift up a level I would get to the exit.

I took the lift up a level and there was a pirate. I knew this pirate and the pirate knew me and so we greeted each other. The pirate didn’t sound like a pirate. We then headed off to the pirate’s ship to go somewhere.

We may have been on the ocean and someone spotted a wave and it was a big one. The pirate was then standing on a road near where I live and he said “That wave be closer than it seems”. The road seemed still at first but then a mass of energy moving underneath it became apparent. Much like waves on the ocean the energy was rolling forward but it wasn’t tearing anything up and so all was fine as it passed under.

We were somehow back on the boat and in the ocean and so we went into the main cabin and then crouched to avoid the wave.

Then I woke up.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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