Stairway to Netflix
I had a very Twilight Zone dream last night.
There were four of us chased between different worlds and realities. These existences were separated by a staircase coming up from the sidewalk. In this dream, we were pursued by something. Our response was to run down this portal staircase. With every "floor" and reality, there was a new and different problem and ultimately, a similar chase that would lead my group out and down the staircase to something different.
This group that I was in, was a totally random group of folks; who saw what was wrong with each reality. We ran because we were chased but we're also in search of a place less dangerous than the last place. We came together, I believe because we initially saw a problem with the very first place and there was some sort of invasion. It was a dream so details are a little fogged.
Anyway, We were in some crazy loop. Each world looked so different. The sky was always a different color and the buildings were from definitely different architecture styles but we would never stay long enough to weigh the pros and cons of the new place because of the impending danger. There were ghosts; some kind of invisible army but we could actually make them out by their outline. I think we were the only ones who could see that.
One of them got close and I tried to warn a person from my group but it was too late. It passed right through him. He stopped for a moment, looked up and said, "I'm different." After a short conversation, we found that the being replaced his political outlook from conservative to liberal. Everybody in the group thought this was fantastic and who could blame them. Then, I started the debate of the importance of freedom of thought. The rest of the dream was taken with this debate as our bodies were taken over by the ghosts.
I should type this up for Netflix, they'll film anything.