Not of this earth

I've had a number of similar dreams to this one in the past, but for some reason, I've never written any down.

This dream started out in a friends bedroom. Just behind his headboard was a large window which seemed to lead into another dimension. I stepped through this window and found myself looking over a vast cityscape from above. Whenever I've had similar dreams, I seem to fly around until I wanted to land, and that's what I did here.

When I landed, it was night time and people were milling about on the city streets. I saw a crowd of people in fromnt of me and tried talking to them, but as soon as people saw me, they walked off and wanted nothing to do with me. It reminded me of the last out of body dream I had in that people seemed surprised when I asked where I was and acted like I was some sort of freak to be shunned.

I ended up in a shopping arcade. I walked past a food stall run by a young woman who, upon seeing me hung up a 'Closed' sign and gave me a look of straight faced defiance. The atmosphere in this place was cold everywhere I went. Nobody would talk to me, shops wouldn't serve me, and all I wanted was to know where I was.

Later I found myself going through a turnstile as if to catch a train. There was a woman with me; she was in her early 40s and was the only person in the entire place (save a freakish alien looking thing that tried to kiss me) that spoke to me. It turns out she was in the same predicament as me (being avoided by everyone), so we became friends through that.

The two of us walked through the turnstile as we had "trains" to catch; apparently we were from different worlds and were both strangers in this place in which we'd found ourselves, which might explain the coldness of the others (it could well be that they didn't speak out language and therefore could not understand us). Anyway, when we got through the turnstile we found ourselves staring out across a beautifully scenic expanse. The sky was pink and orange with a few clouds in the distance. The sun shone across the panorama with a literally golden glow. The beauty of the view was otherworldly, unlike anything from "this" world and therefore hard to describe. To return to our home worlds, we had to take off and fly, which we did, both going our separate ways.

POSSIBLE MEANING: It has been suggested that some dreams are like a form of inter-dimensional travel and that as our physical bodies rest, our consciousness goes elsewhere. I happen to believe there is some truth to that, and in this and similar dreams, I'm convinced that I was in some world beyond this dimension and that the people I saw knew I was not from their world, which makes me wonder what they might have seen or heard of me from their own POV.