Avian

This whole thing took place in one night, and the dreams were very vivid and realistic in senses. However, there was an extremely powerful - and somewhat surreal - emotional feeling throughout the dream. It changed with the setting, so it was kind of like a sixth sense. Throughout the dreams there was a sense of "we". Me and some other people. Sometimes they were friends, sometimes colleagues. They are described below, but they were never real people. Just "we".

If anyone sees any key markers throughout the dreams besides what I just described, I would love if you could point them out.




DREAM JOURNAL:
Someone did something entirely un-realistic like teleporting or just something that was absolutely not real (I can’t remember) and I didn’t even bat an eye but I became lucid because I realized I was in a blank white room. After remarking that it was a weird trigger, my dream faded, so I constructed another one in my mind and let it materialize. I lost consciousness.

We were doing something like an important business meeting in a city when we (me and my friends) got into a bomber. We were flying over the desert when we decided to bomb an uninhabited part. There was a huge explosion and a mushroom cloud of dust.

We were going through the desert and stopped at a strip mall. Suddenly it was late afternoon and we now owned all the shops. We for some stupid reason decided to each buy one and rename it something stupid like “fizzy soda” for the soda shop. I think we were also stranded out there. No customers came, not even one. Eventually there was some kind of scuffle over leaving in a car and I think I got shot. There was also some weird video of a guy who went to that strip mall to train in boxing.

Me and like 11 other people were in a huge last-man-standing brawl. Eventually it was only me, my brother, and a girl left. He went after me but the girl helped me and we threw him out of the ring, eliminating him. The next round would be me vs. her. I was getting really pumped up but the dream faded.

This dream is kind of foggy. We were in a city and there was some Joker-like guy locked in a cell in a skyscraper. He somehow managed to store bombs and weapons behind a brick on the OUTSIDE wall of the building. He got there by climbing out of his window and hanging by one arm while pulling out the brick with another. We were convinced he was going to do something disastrous with these weapons but despite our efforts he was declared innocent. The dream faded.

I in a room with my friend when he just randomely tried to throw me on the ground. I did a judo flip but messed it up. It worked, but I just didn’t flip him. Instead, he slammed sideways onto the ground, and stopped the fall with his left arm, with which he was holding a cactus. When he hit the ground the cactus touched his eye. He said that, and I felt really bad about it because he couldn’t see very well out of that eye. Then I looked at it and the pupil expanded to cover his whole eye, before receding again. This process just repeated. I did numerous google searches to see if this was a serious condition but could find nothing.

I was in a jungle tribe that was “Muslim" but in reality they were actually Pagan. This is important because they had a close relationship with their god, who made frequent visits in the form of supernatural events. I was somewhat of a newcomer, as if I had joined them some time between 1-3 years ago, but not so new that I didn’t know about their religion/how to get around their settlement. This takes place in kind of a rainforest, but with less undergrowth and not very many bugs/birds/tropical animals. Just the trees mostly. The terrain was pretty flat, but criss-crossed with rivers and steep banks. Kind of like the Amazon rainforest, at least in terrain. My friend who hit his eye with a cactus was also there. I was with an old lady at the chapel (who was “my mother” but I think she was actually just letting me stay in her house and thats what they called it). The chapel was outside, but dark, because it was surrounded by large jungle trees. There were wooden benches on the ground and a shrine in the front. I was looking at my friend’s eye but still couldn’t think of what to do. He left. Me and my “mother” prayed at the altar and started to put away the benches (as was the custom when leaving if no one else was there). I decided I would help her stack some firewood and then I would go back and finish putting away the benches. As we were stacking firewood inside a large rock structure (about the size of several buses) a girl walked up, who was apparently my friend. Suddenly, in the direction of the chapel, I heard a sound far more bone-chilling then anything I’ve heard in real life. It was an extremely deep, gutteral sound, almost a growl. But it was so loud it echoed throughout the forest. It also carried a very heavy feeling with it. At the same time a cloud rolled over the chapel and engulfed it. I trembled, and decided that I would not be going back there to finish putting away the benches. The girl remarcked “The closest I have ever heard that was across the river” and she pointed in the direction she was talking about.