"Critics who treat 'adult' as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up."
— C.S. Lewis
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Jan 9th 2011 Early Daytime dream
I was in a bizarre mall that had no store labels or directions. Everything was slightly dark and the walls were black. The area where the stores were was a wide open, dark room with dips to random locations. I approached on dip and could see red stairs leading down to other stores.
I was looking for a specific dream (of which I cant remember) but I kept finding only bathrooms and exits. The bathrooms were peculiar in that they had no doors and only a small Y-Shaped hallway separated the mens room from the womens. The Mens urinals looked like poured metal jutting out of the black walls and there were no stalls or sinks that I can remember.
The primary colors of the mall were black, yellow, and red. The dream ended with me on an escalator traveling through a narrow hallway. The escalator steps would rise when they were lifting people over a hill and then fall when I was on a straight path. The now flat steps were coming to a point where they looked like they would crush me against a very low ceiling. Suddenly they dropped off, allowing passage.
The escalator was going very fast and there was a woman screaming behind me. I yelled back jokingly and awkwardly "Are you gonna be alright?" I received no answer, and said "I think I am going to be sick and throw up." I remember thinking how redundant that statement was, then I woke up.
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