This dream felt so realistic, that when I recalled it later at work today, for a moment I thought it may have happened. So there is a guy in a distinct white T-shirt. It has 2 emblems, is smaller and one larger, and a few words on it. We are trying to find him later. I start to recall the logos and the words and his face is coming to my memory very clearly.
All that I remember is that I was neighbors with that girl I used to speak online. She had a lot of siblings ,and her brother used to joke around always. And we had a military base on an island, that was high grounded, it raised out like a mountain and on top it was plain, there was a forest and a bit of plain field, only grass, near the forest was teh base . There were some other people ,and there were weapons. And then we went out to get something in the forest We started to walk through the plain, Me her, and her brother, plus 5-4 siblings , I didnt have a gun ,and now that i think of it, noone of us had, we were connected to the base so we could communicate with them. Then suddenly, 2 helicopters came, big ones, and her brother just started to joke around, the girl was afraid and asked what to do , i said theyre probably friendly so no worries. Then it got down, but its rotors were still rotating ,we started to run as the heli tried to kill us with its rotors, the other heli came from the other side, then somehow we dodged em, the two helis tangled up in eachother and exploded. We ran and ran, then on the edge of the island, we stopped cuz we were followed by armed soldiers and we almost got shot, in the roots of a tree , I found a sniper rifle, I shot down some of them, then i said we got to jump, for we have parachutes. Then we jumped , or well , i fell down,then somehow we got home.
I leave the house, it is night. Without any reason I look at my hands, they look very funny. Is this a dream? Yes! I quickly walk through the urban nightscape and repeat my hand RCs. They are very funny, every time there is something different (bigger, more fingers, less fingers, colors). I wonder why. I can "make" my hands look pretty normal, though if I want to. After having that explored enough, I decide to finish some goals. I want to meet somebody, so I walk toward the neighborhood where that person lives. Then midway I change my mind and want to go for the dinner. In front of me there is a block of houses. I run towards it with the intention to pass through it, expecting a shopping mall with a nice sushi restaurant in it. It works! The feeling running through that walls is strange, like running into a hedgerow: it scratches and tickles (in fact, in Germany there is stupid fun sport called "Hecking" where people do right that!). In the mall I quickly find my sushi place. Seems the dream pulled details from three different WL sushi places I go to regularly and blended them together into something new. There are some people around. While I take a seat, F. immediately involves me into a philophical discussion about online marketing in a post-truth media world. I have trouble following his weird ideas. Well, but the salmon nigiris are awesome. Like in waking life, fatty, tasty, just as they have to be. While eating a lot of sashimi, I lose lucidity and continue to engage in chatter about whatever with my dreamed colleagues.
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