I dreamed that there was a place where what you drew in chalk became real. (No, not chalkzone.) I would ditch school and come to the place with some friends. There was something strange and military going on inside (it was a whole world, maybe? Like a game or something), so we had difficulty being there for great lengths of time. It was possible to become lost or die. I saved a couple people, one lady in particular. After I went through a great deal to save her, which involved walking through walls and jumping down great heights), she went back in not too long after, even though I told her she would die.
Theoretically, you could make anything, though there was a sort of abstract currency. The amount of time you had spent in the place allowed you to make and keep cooler things. You could make anything, but it would only last the day (or five days?), unless you had enough time. People should have been able to make portals out of there, but I’m not sure anyone thought of it. I was very capable in those circumstances, and made a great deal of awesome things. I made a small device that put a force field around me, as well as a little teleporter. I was going to try to make a time machine, or something that would allow me to rack up more time without having to spend physical time there. I may have been tempted to stay there forever, if I had realized I could likely make food.
I moved in and out of the place a couple times. One time on my way out, I met a guy walking in the street who walk tall and attractive. Feeling courageous and emboldened by my abilities in the other world, I spoke to him for a while. I went back to his place, where we played poker with a wooden deck of cards, and small wooden poker chips. I was worried to touch everything, mostly because he chastised me for touching a couple things. The game didn’t last very long (I couldn’t remember how to play, and I think the cards were doing weird dream things, he played four of a kind in wilds, and I played down a single chalice, or something), and he won. Sexual tension built up until then, and we began to caress. It didn’t last long, since a woman and her daughter came in (I got the impression of a niece) and I ended up just falling asleep on the couch next to him while waiting for them to leave.
While asleep, I dreamed I was a woman who was thought of as tipped over the edge. I was constantly at parties and drunk, sleeping with many men. I was beautiful and falling gracefully from high class. I wandered away from a pool party, and was pursued by a man. He had an animalistic look in his eyes, and terrified me. I fell down a small embankment trying to get away (I was still drunk and not accomplishing escape very well). Lying on the ground, a small grate wall behind me, I begged to grate to be an entrance to the chalk place, and I drew an X over it to make it fall apart and let me through. I was sobbing and trying over and over again. I managed to get through, back into some sort of hay-like nest that seemed like an entrance to me, when he leaned over the side, and stared at me with a wide grin. He said something to the effect of “Where do you think you’re going, little missy? The party is just about to start.”, and reached in after me. I woke up after that.