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Suddenly I was waiting for a train car to arrive on the railing system in a dream world. I looked around and saw people walking about as they did in waking life in similar places. I noticed that there were several tracks leading in different directions in which all the directions seemed to venture out into a similar distance, almost as if they shared the same track but split, if that makes any sense.

This kind of reminds me of my life right now, and how I hold a belief that I have many options or ways to outlook my own life, through meaning and understanding or disdain. I like the first two over the last, except, sometimes I get caught up in my own feelings and I feel like I can fall into an empty void of eternal darkness, and that's just scary, but as time ticks on I am learning to rid myself of fear and old beliefs so I can become one again. Oh, and have better dreams because I have been through quite the dry spell lately.

Dream One- I am outside at a park of some sort with lots of trees and a small creek/river. They were doing some construction work building pathways with square covered resting areas with pagoda roofs. The pathways and resting areas are made of a very light colored wood. I am there with a group, perhaps a class or a tour group? We walk down one of the completed pathways to a pagoda rest area. I rush to sit in the corner of the benches that go around the perimeter of the area. A woman stands in the center of the pagoda talking about something, but I am not listening. Instead I am looking out to my left over the water and just letting my mind wonder. I turn to look at the speaker for a moment to at least feign interest in what she is saying. Suddenly a hand grabs the top of my head and another clamps down over my mouth and someone pulls me back and almost over the rail of the pagoda. My first instinct is to panic, and I let out a muffled cry under the hand on my face for a split second. Then my back touches my grabber's chest and recognition kicks in. It's Kurasawa, I can feel that otherworldly pull in my chest towards him. I relax instantly, and he whispers in my ear something like, "so you missed me?" He releases me and I turn around in my seat to banter back with,"Yeah Jerk, of course I did!" He smiles, and I am insanely happy and relieved to see him free since I still can not remember if I rescued him when I lost lucidity the night before or not. I wake up from all the happy excited feels.

It was a dark, cold night. I've got arrested, though nobody ever told me what I did. After a few days they were moving me to another prison, to a seclusion cell. They were moving me in a huge cage, halfway to new prison we had to stop in front of some building that was a mix of hotel and a school. Police officers had to leave me for a while. I used this moment to escape from the cage, remove handcuffs and get some better clothes. There was a radio nearby, I turned it on and heard that police already knew about my escape. Luckily they didn't knew my appearance. A police officer came closer and asked "Excuse me Sir, what's your name?" I replied "Uhm... Robert Frankowicz." We stood there silent for a moment, then he asked again "What was your name again?" to which I replied "Robert Ziemieniewicz." The officer only made "Ah." and went away, clueless.

I decided to check what's going on around - there was some kind of party in that school, where people I saw before in school were partying. There was also some kind of contest and students were preparing for it. As I was wandering the school, police finally found out who I was. I ran down a hallway, then using backdoor I escaped to nearby grove and run into a city, through dark alleys to a hospital. Time of day changed from night to a warm, summer day. I found a stash I left before, full of deadly weapons. Again, police somehow found out that I'm there. What's more - they sent psychiatrists after me. I took some explosive pasta and spread it all around the hospital while escaping from them. I was desperately looking for detonator, but I couldn't find it, so I ran to a nearby parking and stole a car.

I was driving with really high speed, hearing a voice saying "And so he escaped the police and psychiatrists. For months he was driving recklessly, until one day." I was driving in a city near my home town, still with really high speed. When I was on a curve, the car swinged and hit a street lamp. My perspective changed to third person. I was a black, bald male with green t-shirt and jeans trousers. I got shot out of the car, still holding steering wheel in my hands. I flewn towards another street lamp, which was really elastic. It bended down and shot me back at a metal bar, I hit it with my stomach and started puking blood. Voice said "The hit was so hard that it damaged intestines badly, making him puke out his own blood."

Dream
I remember being outside a large warehouse building, it's a sort of mid-apocalypse world where zombies have slowly begun converting/killing off humans. I was barefoot, and the virus could spread through contact with blood.. I had some on my foot, but the virus wasn't a death penalty. You could contract it and then fight it off, like most viruses. I looked at my feet and swore, I could see my joints browning with some blue veins patching nearing the infected area. I knew had a feeling that I'd be fine, right now there was a more imminent threat. Me and someone else next to me were running.. There were zombies attacking the place, which had previously been zombie-proof. There were others living here too, albeit it was never meant to outlast the apocalypse. We sprinted into the warehouse passing a few other people carrying food out the way we came. We didn't warn them, it was survival of the fittest... We ran up some metal grate stairs and kept on running, I don't remember anything else.

It’s daytime. I’ve just arrived at an important government office of the Netherlands in NYC. It’s some type of diplomatic post. I am going to do an internship here. The prime minister of the Netherlands is standing there, waiting to welcome me. Wow. Does he do this for every intern? He must be superbusy then. He’s standing close by 2 black motorcycles. The outside area is very spacious. We start walking, together with 2 other men, who are a bit to our left and a few steps in front. I take a good look at the shoulder area of their suits. Supposedly high quality, but it is odd. The seams don’t match up with the bodies of the men.

Inside the building, I see several areas. We’re in an open area with a nearly circular bench. Some people are being dragged away. They have been refused.. citizenship perhaps? There’s something about that bench though. It’s a free area, as in you’ll be ok as long as you’re there. Somewhere else I see some people walking down some stairs. There’s a banner on the balustrade which indicates that they were having language classes. From an Eastern European language to English. To English? I get that the demand for Dutch is not that high, but this is a Dutch consulate or whatever.

I’m not sure if I’m actually present, or just observing. The prime minister is sitting at a small, square lunch table. Across him is a Eastern European woman. She’s seated with her back against the wall. She’s asking for her salary to be transferred to her in Indonesian Rupiah. Right now she is spending a big amount of money converting her money every time. I consider for a moment that it doesn’t make much sense for her to want Rupiah. The prime minister is giving evasive answers as first and finally decides that, no, he cannot agree to that. The finances are not there to do so. He comes to this decision mere seconds after a white guy in a suit comes and whispers something in his ear. At some point I have a close look at the PM’s face. He doesn’t look exactly the same. This is a tv show after all, and this would be an actor. Or have they managed to get the actual PM to cooperate on this? He mentions to the woman that the money just isn’t there. Right now there’s more important stuff going on. He points to a plane that has crashed behind him. It’s from a Surinam airline, suggesting that as a former coloniser, the Netherlands should help out.

There’s something with a motorcycle/scooter crew. They’re racing like madmen through the streets, towards an emergency related to the Dutch consulate, or something similar. Some men go down, but this is so important that the others don’t even stop to help. I see the bikes from the back for a moment. No plates. It would be much easier to give them Dutch consular plates for immunity, right? I see the scene happening at least 2 times. It looks very well directed. Awesome.

The Dutch PM is talking to a woman, who’s pissed him off. It causes him to throw his phone away. I see this happening from above. He sure managed to throw his phone freaking high. And then also quite far. It’s flying over a house and a grass field in slo-mo. There’s something attached to his phone, something like a tiny souvenir. The phone ends up in a small pond. It floats for a few seconds, then he gets an incoming call and it sinks to the bottom. I’m thinking that this scene doesn’t make much sense, because they used what seems like an Xperia Z for this scene, which is waterproof against fresh water, thus diminishing the impact of this scene.

I end up playing basketball against a woman, one on one on a small court. I’m dominating cause I have a height advantage. I can nearly dunk the ball.

Slept 3.5 hrs in the afternoon 3pm-6:30pm. Went to bed around 10pm-3:30am.

So this was weird. I woke up from a nightmare, fell back asleep, only to have another one with same theme and sensations, only different setting. And then another one. All were long and detailed. Maybe it was too cold in my room. It was overcast and even started to sprinkle, but I already put away my comforter and have only 2 sheets and a blanket which I normally just kick to the side then dream about being in cold bath and stuff like that.

1)
I'm alone in my parents house. It's at night, they are on their way home. Some weird things are happening, or at least I anticipate them. Then the TV in another room turns itself on. I go to shut it off acting all tough and pretending I'm not scared. Something else happens with the door.

I go out to the hallway and I hear my parents are already downstairs talking to my aunt.

2)
This was really unusual. We went to someone's house. Those 3 people are suddenly telling us that they are gonna scare us for some reason. They transform into monsters. I'm not scared and I think this is not for real, because they told us and we seen them transform, they can't expect us to actually be scared.

But the situation is weird and I feel threatened, but I know I am safe. Those 3 monsters which are humanoid forms with scary masks on their faces that changed into real things, are now advancing towards us. I keep telling them something while backing away.

They point to the ceiling and I see large white ceilling speakers that slowly come out of the wall. They start playing some sound or music. It's loud and I hear those 3 saying that it's some kind of low frequency sound that's suppose to be terrifying on some prehistoric level. I know it and I'm shaking and scared despite knowing that I'm not scared. It's more like a physical reaction to the sound.

I somehow get away from them and come to the front door. I start writing 911 on the glass in hopes that pedestrians will see it and call help. I see some woman looking at me and at the same time I get an image of how she sees me. It's a fake image of something else, not me. The people inside of the "monster" house are camuflaging the inside, so people can't see what's really happening. I'm having hard time writing the numbers as I feel they could change or I can't really write them, but I can and I do, and they don't change.