Narval, Blow Your Horn

this dream was so vivid

I was in a library, beautiful old like Oxford style, crawling around the floors but there were these parts that were unsupported, just carpet covering nothing where the floor and ceiling below had been removed. The librarian kept complaining that I was making too much noise because there were all these pianos around and I kept touching them. She told me to leave and I retired to this weird little room, like a monastery cell but there was a big television that somehow was also a sink, and a large window. Daniel and his friend Brian were sitting there watching some kind of reality TV where these poor kids were being given gifts of photographs compiled from computer software and DNA that revealed what they were going to look like in 10 years. One kid asked, what if I die before then? Then he started freaking out and tripped off a rocky cliff and drowned. Then all the kids started freaking out and just disappearing like crazy in these outlandish deaths. The documentary maker then panned to the edges of the shore to a little seal crawling around. Then a narwhal popped out from beneath the ice and ate it. The camera lingered on the horn moving slowly in and out of the ice and touching another horn doing the same. I mentioned that I thought it was sexy. I kept drinking cups of water coming from this crazy sink tap like the one the Basilisk crawls out of in Harry potter that was also the television. There were crazy torrential downpours going on like rainforest out the window.