Dreamed I was shown how to access another realm via a place in my dream. It seemed like a place where the newly-dead went; I got the impression that it was the outermost part/layer of an extremely vast world, far more vast than the physical and not to dissimilar from the dream-world in terms of how endless it was. It (this opening/portal/whatever) was first shown to me after walking down a very long path on the edge of a field. The path was just a wide sidewalk, I think. The field was to my right, and completely covered in mist and dew. When I approached the opening I began seeing figures in the mist; most of them looked like people, and they were all going in different directions. Some seemed confused or a bit off. (Strangely, most of those people were wearing school uniforms and had disfigured or burned-looking faces) There were people behind me during the walk to this place though, including an old lady wearing a long scarf. Someone said or implied that the people were mostly human spirits. I was cautioned about going "into the mist" or staying too long in it without going anywhere specific, rather.
Me and whoever was behind me (a man roughly my age but I never saw him. I recognized him from other dreams but not from my real life) entered through the portal thing. (but there wasn't a door or anything like that; one moment we were in the mist and the next we were somewhere else) We were in some large, brightly-lit area not unlike a mall or convention center. People everywhere. In this place, I felt different-- my body felt lighter and my usual brain-fog was gone completely. I wanted to stay; I didn't care about returning to the physical world. We wandered around and I wasn't sure whether all of the people were dead or other visitors. (yes, like San Junipero but not quite; I've had these dreams long before ever watching that show) It wasn't too unlike other places I'd seen before, though this one seemed much closer to the physical world, like a bridge of sorts that was tethered equally to both worlds in that you could easily leave it in tact.
Anyway, there were many windows in this place, which I often glanced at to make sure it wasn't getting dark out yet. The older lady had instructed us to come back (out of the portal) before it became too dark out. So we did come out, but we were now in a different place (not the field) -- I don't remember it. I kept asking to go back, though. So I did, and this time we went a bit farther (beyond the building we were in) and into this small downtown area. I knew that the further one went, the more one's sense of time would dissolve, and the landscape would begin to shift more which would make it difficult to get out of.
(At some point during all this I was in a house drinking wine with the same guy I mentioned previously. He was drinking out of a jar and I was drinking out of something tiny. My grandmother--who is dead in real life-- walked past us nonchalantly, seeming mildly annoyed. This was the first time she'd ever appeared in my dreams since she died, though my sister dreams of her often.)
..Some other things I don't remember.. Eventually I was in another place (same situation though), a house in a quiet neighborhood. This, too felt like an in-between place. My whole family was there. Plus two strangers. One was a man (50-something, tanned skin, short reddish-blonde hair) sitting alone on a couch with his dog-- a large dog with either white or beige-y/tan colored fur, which was laying to his right on the couch. He kept looking out the window expectantly; he seemed a bit sorrowful and confused. He kept mumbling something like "They're [his family] coming back soon." That wasn't going to happen, though. I think he was dead, or would be dead soon. I knew him somehow; I distinctly remembered visiting him many times before. In between talking to him, though, I'd leave that house and walk across the street to another house where the other stranger (yet another 50-something man, but this one was taller and had more of a stout build) lived. This man, too, was always sitting alone or standing alone in his kitchen drinking in a tank top. He had a dog or animal with him as well. He felt just as familiar to me as the other man did.
Anyway, those are probably not very interesting details; those two men just felt rather significant in that I felt a strong affection toward them. Anyway, I was back in the house my family was in now (and I brought the man from across the street with me, though he wouldn't come in completely; he stayed by the door/entrance area). I went outside; I couldn't tell what time of day it was. For the entire day it just looked like it was dusk or very early in the morning. Anyhow, there was a pool outside. I waded around in it. there was a white duck swimming in it too. I kept getting in and out of this pool, but finally stayed in once my sister got in with me. I swam around, and then suddenly this duck dove toward me and tried to bury itself in my right arm. I was swimming in very deep water though, and so I panicked, not able to keep myself afloat WHILE holding a duck, so I sank underwater and drifted down very fast. I was able to breathe underwater, and after my panic subsided I was very relaxed, and just wanted to go to sleep. A voice somewhere told me "it wasn't my time" yet, but I didn't care. My sister swam down and pulled me back to the surface. And then I woke up.
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