Another dream

So apparently there was this parallel universe of sorts that essentially operated on dream-logic. (As in, in the dream, we knew that that world didn't really play by reliable rules. Kind of like Ursula Vernon's gearworld, except in overgrown-ruined-city flavor.)

Anyway, Craig (whoever that was; I've never even met a Craig) got ambushed and his dreamplane werewolf mirror-twin Craig' took his place on the way back. I can only assume Craig was a jerk, because even though we all realized this relatively quickly, none of us much cared. (Craig' didn't know much about any of us beyond our names, what classes Craig was taking, or when any of his projects or assignments were due. This improved slightly when he found — by which I mean one of us led him into finding — Craig's video-notes on his cell-phone.)

Of course, eventually Craig' stole my cell phone and started impersonating me with it — which I learned about on Google — at which point I decided to head back to the dreamplane to find Craig, first looking up his last known location in the dreamplane on Google.

So up pops an image from Image Search, from a stairway on the outside (formerly inside) of a building, looking out at the overgrowth-and-ruin. The viewpoint slips into the screen and suddenly I am Craig, wondering if I'll ever get back to the real world. I wander around, tracing a letter L in an otherwise illegible word — but I know it was supposed to be "Location," because I remember watching it being carved by a fellow dreamplane-visitor.

It's at around this time that I wake up.