non-lucid

Well, I'm back after a long while, with this gem of a dream.

Battle
Normal Dream

As the previous, unrecalled dream fades, I'm thrust into a scene of action. In this empty parking-lot-esque space is not only me, but four others; a boy of about 11, carrying a knife, a boy of about 15, with a huge knife and a smaller one, a man with an axe, and a weaponless Scott Shelby (from the game Heavy Rain). Realising that I also have no weapon, my first instinct is to kick the 15-year-old in the stomach, steal the larger knife and jump back, anticipating the next move. I block something from the kid, push him away, and somehow get Scott Shelby at knifepoint, ready to drive the huge weapon into his back. After a minute, I realise that the damn thing won't go in! And more importantly, the 15-year-old is approaching me with the knife I left on him, ready to kill me. I leave Scott Shelby alone for the moment, instead going for the kid and shearing off some of his hair, not to mention a lot of his scalp. He screams in agony, rolling backwards, and I back up only to see that he's going for me again. "Shelby, fight for me! Or die!" I command, eyes fixed on my soon-to-be-attacker. "I'll die anyway," he responded, just barely ducking a swing from the axe guy. I successfully disable the 15-year-old and, feeling sorry for the poor kid, start to get him off the ground, where he'd somehow been tied. "You know," I said, "It's funny how I can cut scalps, be completely ready to stab a guy in the back, and stand all sorts of blood, but the second I see a medical show on I change the channel."

I wake up.