memorable

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.

Dream 1:
I was a sort of groundskeeper for a Boy Scout camp in the woods. It was the last day, and everyone was ready to go home
after a week of camping. I was replacing some paper towels in a bathroom dispenser (the kind where it has the lever you
pull down to dispense the towels) in one of the bathrooms, when I noticed a noise coming to my left side. A giant python
(dream self knew it was someone's pet) had made its way into the bathroom and was coming right at me. Before I could
react, it bit my left arm and was starting to wrap around it. I managed to get it off before it could wrap too tightly, and
I pulled its head off of my arm with my other hand. So there I was, holding this all-black python by its head, bleeding in the
bathroom.
Somehow I ended up making it home while holding onto the snake. I remember a distinct feeling of soreness in my fingers
from clamping down on it's head to stop it from biting me again. It also made no more attempts to constrict me, as its
body just dragged behind the head wherever I took it. I tried many times to kill the snake. One attempt I made, I tried to
twist its neck and snap its head off. I felt and heard the bones crushing, but it didn't die. I also didn't have a free hand to do it
any meaningful harm. I went downstairs and asked my mother for help. We took it into the backyard and I held it taught
as she sawed off its head with my pocketknife. It was such a relief to finally be able to let go of the snake after holding
so tightly onto it for so long.

Dream 2:
I was in the backyard of a very nice house in some tropical / Hollywood-type neighborhood, on the side of a hill.
Other houses stretched far below to a body of water. The person who's house it was wasn't around, as it seems me and my
girlfriend were house sitting and watching their dogs. There were at least seven different dogs there, one of whom was the
leader of their pack. As me and my girlfriend were sitting in the backyard watching them run around and play, one of the
smaller dogs did something it wasn't supposed to. It knew this because we saw it tuck its tail in and run away from the
others. The leader saw this happen and it could not go unpunished. The smaller dog jumped into the pool in the back-
yard and sank to the bottom in an attempt to hide, but it was no use. The leader dog grabbed a double kayak paddle in
its mouth, swam to the bottom, and began to hit the other dog on the side, while they were both at the bottom of the pool.
After it was done with the punishment, it swam back up to the surface and got out of the pool, while the other dog lay there
motionless. We thought it was dead, until a few bubbles emerged from its mouth and floated to the surface. It was a relief to
know it wasn't dead.

I was looking around in my brother's room, and looking closely at a shelf with some photos on it. He came in and started talking with me, then we both looked out his window to see our Dad driving his car up and down the street.
Our house iwl is on a cul-de-sac, so the street was completely different as was his room.
Only it wasn't exactly a car he was driving. I recently watched the 2004 animated movie Steamboy, and I believe this was influenced from that. It was a sort of giant steam engine with regular tires, and it handled like a motorcycle. My brother had made it, so he was annoyed to see my Dad driving it without asking. Debris and bits of the machine were flying off as my Dad did wheelies and donuts around the road. All of our neighbors had their phones out and were recording the event.