9volt

Dream 1:
Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves.

Dream 2:
Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character.

I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head.

I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top.
Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll.

Episode 2-
I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown.

I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me.

Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me.

Next episode-
It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”)
All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me.

Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate.

I know it is only the first step towards my freedom.
Credits roll.