Dream Log: November 10, 2000 (idea) by stash

Wish, Desire, Will, Volition

I'm in a fabric store, walking among the piles of colored cloth. But I don't remember why I am here. I don't realize it is a dream but I believe that I have willful control over reality. So I make a decision and leave the store.
On a hillside at sunset. The orange ball sinks slowly into the horizon and the sky is colored along the whole spectrum from red to dark blue. But there is something missing. So I make a decision and the white sparks of stars blink into existence.
With Mario, I enter a strange house. There is an old man there but we seem to be invisible to him. We walk around the place for a while, then go into the garage where the man's red sports car is. We get in and drive away.