I am writing this dream down while it still has a shape.
Even now, I can already feel some parts beginning to disappear. That is one of the strange things about dreams. They can feel enormous while we are inside them, but after waking, they begin to collapse into a few scenes, a few names, and a few feelings that refuse to leave.
This dream happened during an afternoon nap.
The setting felt close to another dream I had recently, the one where red ships appeared above my childhood village. Again, I was somewhere that felt connected to the village where I lived when I was young.
But this time, the strange thing was not in the sky.
It was a building.
The Building I Entered to Reach Another Place
I entered the building with another person.
I do not clearly remember who that person was, only that we were traveling together. We seemed to be trying to reach a destination, but the normal road had been blocked by something.
Going through the building felt like the faster way.
At least, that was the logic of the dream.
The building did not look ordinary once we were inside. It was much larger than it should have been, almost as if another world had been hidden within it.
The strangest part was the door.
We had entered through the same main entrance, but whenever the door opened again, the outside view changed.
It was the same door.
But not the same outside.
Every Door Changed the Outside
We started searching for the correct exit.
Each time we opened a door, the scene outside was different from what I expected. It never matched my memory of where that door should lead.
The more we searched, the more I realized how large the building really was.
It was not just a hallway or a shortcut.
It was a space with rooms, people, and hidden sections. It contained far more than it should have been able to hold.
At one point, I even saw people I had known as a child.
Some were people I had spoken to before. Some were only familiar faces, people I may have met a few times long ago. Seeing them inside this impossible building made the place feel even stranger.
It was not only a maze.
It was a place full of old traces.
People Living Inside the Building
There were many people inside.
Most of them were strangers.
Some had rooms of their own, places where they could sleep and live. Others had no rooms at all. They slept directly on the ground.
The building felt like it contained different levels of life. Some people seemed settled there. Others seemed temporary, displaced, or simply stuck.
I did not know whether they belonged there.
I did not know whether they were also looking for a way out.
We kept searching.
But no door led to the destination.
No exit behaved the way it should.
After a long time, we decided that maybe the only thing we could do was return to the entrance and find another route outside the building. It might take longer, but at least it would be a real road.
That was what we thought.
The Exit That Was No Longer an Exit
When we returned to the entrance and opened the door, the original road was no longer level with the doorway.
It was far below us.
Maybe five meters down.
The exit had become another obstacle.
Even the way back had changed.
The person with me did not seem to care. He did not hesitate. He simply jumped down from that height, as if his safety did not matter.
Thankfully, he was fine.
But I could not do the same thing.
I looked at the height and knew I did not want to risk it.
So I said goodbye to him, or at least separated from him in some quiet way, and continued searching inside the building alone.
Marking the Wrong Doors
I began asking the people who lived inside how I could find the correct exit.
From them, I learned a method.
I happened to be carrying a backpack.
They told me I could use it as a marker.
If a door was wrong, I should leave my backpack there to mark that it was not the way out.
The method did not really make sense.
If the outside scene changed every time a door opened, then why would marking a door help?
But in the dream, I accepted it.
I started opening doors one by one.
Each time a door was wrong, I marked it with my backpack.
It felt like I was trying to create order inside a place that did not follow stable rules.
The Book Called Black Beast
After some time, I opened another door that did not lead to my destination.
Through that door, I saw several people going somewhere else.
Among them was a little girl holding a book.
The book seemed to be called Black Beast.
When I saw it, something in my memory shifted.
It felt as if I suddenly remembered a powerful race that existed somewhere in the logic of the dream. Among them, there was a highest-ranking being.
A wolf king.
The name did not feel invented at that moment.
It felt like something I had already known and had only just remembered again.
Then I heard people I recognized talking.
“The wolf king can no longer be held down. What should we do?”
“Do not let the people here know. We have to defend this place to the death.”
Their voices made the building feel different.
It was no longer only a strange place with changing exits.
It might have been holding something back.
The Wolf King Could No Longer Be Held
Then a force swept through the building.
It was sudden and impossible to resist.
The feeling was like locusts passing through a field, leaving nothing behind.
The building and the people inside it were swallowed by that force. Everything was cleared away in an instant.
It did not feel like ordinary destruction.
It felt like corrosion.
Like something had moved through the entire place and erased it.
My first thought was about the wolf king.
Was this because of what they had just said?
Had the thing inside finally broken through?
The Building Was Emptied
After the building disappeared, I found my backpack.
Because everything else had been cleared away, the backpack looked strangely obvious.
It had survived.
So had I.
I walked out to look at what remained of the building.
From the outside, it no longer felt like a normal structure. It looked more like a statue, or something shaped with a purpose.
Its posture, its existence, and the way it had stood there made me think it might have been suppressing something.
Maybe the building itself had been a seal.
Maybe it had been holding down the wolf king.
I did not know.
But the building was gone now.
And because it was gone, the annoying problem of changing exits was gone too.
The view became open.
The destination was visible again.
So I continued walking in that direction.
Walking Toward the Destination
On the way, I saw a building that felt completely out of place.
It was too grand for the village.
Because this was supposed to be my childhood village, I could not understand how such a magnificent structure could exist there.
It felt wrong, but I kept moving.
Then I met my younger brother.
He seemed to know where I was going, so he led me forward.
He told me there were many locusts outside now, and that it was dangerous.
As we continued, we also met my uncle.
We exchanged a few words, the kind of brief conversation that happens in dreams without needing much explanation, and then we kept going.
Insects Becoming Sparrows
Suddenly, my brother warned me.
Many insects were flying toward us.
I saw them coming.
But when they reached me, their forms changed.
They were no longer insects.
They became sparrows.
One by one, they landed on the ground.
Their movement looked almost like a gesture of submission.
As if they were bowing.
That was where the main part of the dream seemed to end.
But there was still another layer to it.
The Third-Person View
In parts of this dream, I was not only experiencing the story through my own eyes.
Sometimes I seemed to know things from a third-person view.
Because of that, I knew something clearly.
The disappearance of the building really was connected to the wolf king.
The wolf king had released a strange power, something like a locust force, and it had devoured or corroded the entire building in an instant.
But I was not harmed.
The dream gave me the feeling that I was too powerful for that force to affect me.
And later, when the insects turned into sparrows, that also seemed to happen because of my power.
It was as if my presence could change them.
As if the things that approached me were forced to become something else.
There may be only one word that can describe that feeling.
God.
Not in a religious sense.
Not as a title someone gave me.
More like the dream had quietly changed my position in the world.
I was no longer only someone trying to find a door.
I had become someone the rules had to respond to.
After Waking Up
After waking up, the thing that stayed with me most was not only the wolf king.
It was the building.
A place that could change the outside every time a door opened.
A place that contained people from my childhood, strangers, rooms, floors, sleeping bodies, and wrong exits.
A place that might have been a seal.It reminded me slightly of another dream I had about a giant stone tomb and a king in armor, where a massive space also seemed to hide rules, power, and something waiting underneath.
I also kept thinking about the backpack.
In the dream, it was supposed to help me mark the wrong doors, even though the method did not make sense. But after the building was emptied, the backpack remained.
That detail felt strange.
As if something ordinary had survived a mythological event.
I do not know what this dream was trying to say.
Maybe it was not trying to say anything.
Maybe it was only arranging doors, childhood places, old faces, hidden creatures, and impossible power into a structure that briefly made sense while I was asleep.
But I remember the feeling of opening door after door.
I remember the book called Black Beast.
I remember hearing that the wolf king could no longer be held down.
I remember the building being cleared away like a field after locusts.
And I remember the insects becoming sparrows when they reached me.
Some dreams feel like stories.
Some feel like places.
This one felt like a place that had been built to contain something, until it could not contain it anymore.