Trial and Error

It cut around a bunch but stayed within the same time frame of one day, and the same story line.

In the dream I was a man and it was the day of my wedding and started out going very well. The setting was never in a church or anything, it was just that me and everyone else knew it was my wedding day. I felt a sense of my life finally coming together, like for a moment everything was going to turn out fine.

It happened slowly, but everyone who was involved in my wedding began to turn on me.

Randomly I was in a futuristic jet plane with someone I didn't know. She began to tell me how I did not care about her and how she was disappointed. She let her hair down and I was surprised to see it was one of my best friends (in the dream, I also think she was my best man). She begins to talk to me about how she wanted to go into the military but she could not pass and psychological exam.

She begins to drift into la la land and I am extremely frightened for I have never seen her in such a state of anxiety. She tells me basically that she loves me and how could I not see that she was the choice. I explain to her that she is my best friend and that it was something I didn't want to loose. She began loosing her mind, and I hit her to bring her back to reality.

We ended up falling out of the plane and onto the inside ledge of a broken sign. We are suddenly in different clothes. I am wearing an open white collar shirt with pants, and she a pink night gown. I try to keep us from falling off but she is determined to get me to fall. I finally do and I hear myself hit the ground, but am ok. I end up being blamed for the whole ordeal since the only story people heard was that I hit her and tried to throw her off a building.

Some kind of dream skip. I walk up to this crowd of men and ask "best man?" to one of them. I am not sure what I thought would come out of it. The man replied "You want me to be your best man?" He continued talking about he would be honored and then switched emotions and said something I don't remember. His son walks up to me and explains that his dad has Alzheimer's and to please leave. I do.

I am on some sort of film set. I am sad about others that are now not going to my wedding. People want me to cancel, but I insist to go on for the friends I have left, although I know that most people had bailed on my wedding and hate me now.

There was a shotgun mic tangled in a xlr cable and it swung hitting my cat in the face. I began to yell to leave my cat alone, but they would not. I grab their DVD spindle in anger and pull the top two DVDs off. It turns into a cat, and I begin to suffocate it. (It was like the cat was on the DVDs but was still real). The people there begin to watch and assure others around them that I will stop before 100sec are up (apparently that is how long it will take for the cat to die). But they all stand around watching and laughing, ready to run off and tell the police after it is over.

I am disgusted that no one was trying to stop me. They did not care for the cat at all, just what the repercussions of that would do to me. They were using me and the cat just to hurt me, and I could never do anything to hurt them back because their is nothing that they care about enough to hurt them. They had cared nothing for me from the very beginning but I was to stupid and exited to realize that they were liars.

By the time I escaped my thoughts and intense feelings of sadness and anger, I had killed the cat. I drop it in shock, having somehow not realized that I was still killing it. (I was aware to an extent, but was distracted by my thoughts to the point where I convinced myself it wasn't really happening) I quickly dropped him gasping, and as he hit the ground transformed back into two DVDs.

I turned and fell into a bed shaking and hyperventilating. I was so ashamed that I would kill a cat that I could not get control of myself. They people left laughing that I had done it, so they could get me arrested, but I did not care about them. The cat had done nothing to me, but I took my anger out on it anyway. I could not handle that I actually did it, and I woke up and the same position I ended up lying in.

Frag#1
I was is an a extreme state of anxiety and could find no relief. I was offered a beer, I told them that I do not drink (and I don't irl) but I ended up drinking it anyway . Slowly as I was drinking I felt my stress leave me. I was so happy to finally be free of my anxiety, but I started to feel guilty that I had drank since I was under age, plus a conversation I had with S irl. I get another drink and sneak around with it trying to find a place to drink it where no one can see me, until I accidentally leave it in an elevator, and when it reopens it is gone. I turn to the people I had been drinking with and say "I just made someones day" and we all laugh. I left the dream just feeling horrible to resorting to drinking to fix my problems, knowing that it would just make them worse.

Frag#2
I was some evil little boy trying to kill someone. The dream was mixed with me modeling in maya. I was using the maya tools to aim my blasts at him.
There was more to this I just don't remember.

(my recall has sucked lately )

Another old dream. I write them out as I remember.

It started with me and my mom in some sort of military bunker. We are being led through, and seem to know where we are and why we were there.

Suddenly an alarm goes off and and everyone in the base starts running around getting ready for some sort of invasion. We pass a section where there are a bunch of baby's and some soldiers begin to hide them. It is only then that I realize all the soldiers are women.

I am given a gun and a helmet and I take position with them in the entry way everyone aiming at the large double doors. Everyone seemed so trained, and I was a bit floppy holding a gun, but got in position with them despite.

I wondered what could possibly be coming for the entire base to be up in arms. I ask the person next to me "who is coming?" or something along those lines. She turns to me and says "it's him". I have even less understanding and just turn to the doors which are now rattling.

The doors suddenly burst open letting light engulf the room, three silhouettes coming into view. A few of the girls gasp, some flinch. The men walk in, in the middle stands my dad. He scans the room causing everyone to shiver with fear. They had been so prepared, and were now frozen, unable to act.

He walked in slowly and deliberately singing some creepy version of the ABCs. No one can even mutter a word they are so frightened. I can not believe that they can not defend their own bunker.

My mom, from across the way yells to me "Kill him! Just kill him!"
I say "No I can't just kill him."
She just repeats "Kill him!"

I raise my gun and aim it for his head. Right when I get a shot he turns and looks me in the eye. His gaze scares me and I shoot. It impacts his temple and he swings around but does not even loose balance. I shoot him in the head again, he flings around again, ending up facing me again. He looks into my eyes and says "I love you" and falls to the ground dead.

I begin shaking and drop my gun in shock. I am traumatized and having a meltdown.
Everyone begins to cheer. A few gather around me patting me on the back, congratulating me. My mom says "good job" and I just brush her off. They keep coming to congratulate me but I am just trying to get away, ashamed at what I had done.