dream fragment

Dream 1
I was walking in a futuristic tube thing that went up. Like the Decker user.net in Row:The Third. There were holes in the tunnel that led to classrooms I saw Tyler James Williams and Vincent Martella in the chute and called them.


I called Martella "Greg" in the dream as I forgot his name. They didn't see me at first so I called louder and walked with them down the street. It was a normal looking street,nothing hinting at a dream our anything.

We went to a corner shop and went in there loads of intimidating guys outside of the shop like a hooligan firm. I remember saying "we shouldn't be here". The shopkeeper was Daniel Mays. It ends there.


Dream 2
I was in college from that tube thing in the previous dream. Some guy was there and we cheated on a test. I avoided the checkers or enforcers as I called them and we escaped to the chute/tube thing.

Fragment 1
I was fighting waves of zombies in a pretty futuristic city with nothing but a shark I was waving around. Hitting them all.

Fragment 2
I was getting shot with lasers in a spaceship hangar. I died but sicne its a dream I came back and went lucid.

I really can't remember.

An unusual dream last night. Well, most of my dreams are pretty unusual as they are. This is going to be more detailed than my first journal, though.

I was looking across the street from where I live. Some sort of lemonade stand on my side of the street possibly, and the sky was clear while the sun a golden yellow. Across the street, somebody had set up a very real-looking scarecrow. It had been there for a couple of days. It was a moving scarecrow.

Across the street was some kind of teacher, maybe a chemistry teacher. He'd set up this scarecrow not to scare away pests from crops of any sort, but to scare students who misbehaved. Some kind of moving statue, or a type of effigy maybe. Just maybe.

WARNING: the next part is just slightly graphic. Reader's discretion advised.

The "scarecrow" very much resembled a male teenager, possibly about the age of 20. The other part of the moving scarecrow just a bit off, was golden in appearance and wore a suit of some sort, also human-like. The scarecrow-boy faced my side of the street, looking apprehensive. It was clear why. The figure in the golden suit was repeatedly kicking the scarecrow-boy in the crotch. A pained expression appeared on its (the scarecrow-boy's) face every time.

If you think that's weird, wait and see what happens next. Apparently the story goes that this kid always acted against the teacher in class, made wry jokes and all that. Saying goes that the teacher turned the kid into a scarecrow as a warning to others...or maybe made a replica of the actual kid...anyway, it's really hard to go into detail without inventing details.

For four or five days, the scarecrow was still there, doing the exact same thing it had before. I was doing something about the lemonade stand, and occasionally glanced over at that unusual scarecrow. Suddenly, it began to move differently than before.

The figure in the golden suit was kicking off-target now. The boy, or scarecrow, began to rotate. The next thing you know, the two figures were exchanging kicks at each other's crotch, and the boy, now clearly not just a scarecrow, was trying to disable the golden suit figure, without any success. After a few minutes, the scarecrow-boy was being pounded again.

A close relative of mine came over. "If that's a person", she began, "what an interesting person".

I paused, searching for the words. "It IS a person".

"What?" She was incredulous. And what made me believe that? I explained that I hadn't seen it (meaning proof it was a person) for several days, but just today I saw something change. Tried to explain, but she wouldn't believe me. Nobody would. For that moment, the scarecrow was doing the exact same thing it had been doing before, except the scarecrow-boy was now facing the suited golden figure. Must have been built into the mechanism somehow.

Just when I started to doubt whether this thing was really a person, the boy grabbed the foot that was rising up, paused for a moment, and delivered a really hard kick to the golden figure's jewels. No more roshambo, no more Russian Roulette, no more scarecrow. It was as if five days' worth of frustration were stored in that kick, as his blue flat-soled runner crushed into the golden figure and almost lifted it off the ground. It fell backwards into the dust or something.

I was standing in the middle of the street or something, not sure what to do. Help this kid who seemed first like a scarecrow, go inside to show proof this really was a person, continue selling lemonade? Moments later, the entire "scarecrow" returned to its original motion, doing its thing to scare misbehaving students. Anyway, I wasn't able to help the kid. Would have been too scared for my own *ahem* safety.

WARNING OVER - it is now safe to continue reading. Relatively speaking.

I went into the basement. It was dark, dim and damp. For days, my drinking water had contained these semisolid globules, that tasted exactly like water, but ruined the texture. Boiling the water did absolutely nothing.

In the basement, the water heater pipes were open. This half-tube, similar to gutters on a roof, was filled with water about to be pumped into the heater. I scooped up some of the water. Ice cold. Yet then I noticed something.

This wasn't water! Looking closely at it again, I scooped up a handful of these granules, somewhat like snow, but had the consistency of those clear hydrate balls that seem to disappear when you put it in water. But it felt like styrofoam. Looking closely at it, it seemed like some long polymer chain, or some scale replica of an unknown chemical.

Thin spaghetti-like rods connected the granules, which were greyish-white and greyish-blue. Maybe these were water additives?! Scooped up some of this gooey stuff, and placed it in a container. The rods disappeared when touched or immersed in water, and were invisible to the touch (don't ask). Maybe it was a scale model of the chemical contained inside the scale model of itself.

I put some in my mouth. At that temperature, it started to melt, with the consistency oAf Jell-o mixed with sand. So this was that discusting mixture that appeared in my drinking water, dumb city works. But what the heck was it?!

I theorized that the grey-white end "molecules" must bond to the water molecules through polar electropotential interaction. After that, the long chains separated, and later clumped into the water that you drank. Whatever it was...I don't need it in my drinking water, do I?!

Or maybe it was the chemist...

My computer froze. Or rather, it didn't. I was on my Facebook page, searching for somebody to add. I'd thought of adding someone named Mandy Moore, and after thinking about it, I did.

Mandy was a grade younger than me, and had a face resembling Rebecca Black. Given a closer look though, she didn't look so much like the singer of the earbug bad-lyric song about the American economic recession, one that supposedly says that we don't know whether the "weekend" will come. Well, it was Tuesday.

I had found Mandy attractive, and wanted to talk to her. However, I then realized she was friends with somebody who liked me last year and I didn't like back. Well, I figured that wouldn't matter much.

Soon enough, Mandy accepted my friend request, but she was offline. I waited for her to come online.

Minutes later, after the spattering of dream fragments in no particular chronological order, I woke up. It was around 4:10 a.m.

I set my alarm that morning for 7:30. It was unusual to wake up this early, no matter. I seemed to be developing a cold, and my sinus infection hadn't gotten any better. I kept coughing, and went to the bathroom. The lights came on, and they went off. 30 minutes later, I fell back asleep.

The following dream fragments were much less memorized, likely because I took care to remember the first set of dreams.

The early part, I held a saucer-shaped object in my arms as I dozed off into bed. It was a radio of some sort, able to communicate to a UFO disk. Soon I was inside the UFO, and ordered to program some sort of mechanism. The time was close to 11 pm. I started coughing.

Later, much later, I had some small fish I decided to take home as pets, about anchovy-size. I decided to wash them. Sadly, they all died.

One of the fish had the flag of Italy painted on its tail. Must be one of those artificially chemical-painted fish.

A bit later, I was inside a car, and one of my parents was driving. There was snow all around and the car had a bit of trouble driving uphill, and anyway, this wasn't the route we usually took by car. Usually I'd bike up this very hill. I looked at the time. Looked at the radio. Suddenly, I woke up, and the radio came on.

The radio program featured a re-run of a past conversation. I was glad what one caller mentioned, as it was talk radio.

Anyway, maybe it's clear why I had some of these dream themes. I had owned goldfish two to three years ago, but they all died due to horrible tank conditions. The consistency of the water granules likely resulted partly from an experiment in class we did a while ago using round marble-sized clear objects that seemed to disappear yet expand when put in water. As for the scarecrow, well...I leave that one up to you.

Dream 1
I was at my old secondary school in a maths class. The time ticked on to half past three and it was time to go, there were some of my college friends there including a girl in a blue frilly dress with no back. I stood up to go and the teacher said to me "Are you all sure you understand the homework?" and very few people did. So the teacher kept us back and made us do a bit more work until it got to nearly 4 o' clock. I checked my watch and very nearly did a reality check since about 15 minutes had passed in what seems like 2. But instead I just thought that time must have passed quickly because I wasn't watching it. I needed to hurry since I doubted my friends would wait for me if I was too late. I walked out of school and appeared to teleport to a huge place (teleporting- 10 points), similar to that of a warehouse. The shelves went all the way up to the roof and there were loads of them. As I wondered down the narrow isles a employee at the place spotted me and called me over. He was up a ladder trying to pull something off of a shelf, I went and stood by the ladder to see that behind me was a large expanse of bare floor. He told me to stand nearby, so I did and looked back at the shelves. They were filled with old televisions, the big box ones. The worker then pulled one off a shelf and dropped it, the tv crashed to the floor below. He shouted at me saying that I was meant to catch it, So I went and stood next to the shelves. He dropped another one, a big heavy one and I caught it with a spine crushing catch. I put it on the floor and we carried on doing this for a while. Then he started to move forwards and my friend H.T ran round the corner to help, we moved all the tv's that I'd caught forwards as well. We kept moving everything forward so that we kept up with the worker, then I saw a thread of cotton wrapped around one of the tv's. I looked up to see the shelves gone and somebody weaving cotton, to the left of them there was what appeared to be a small tea shop. Outside the tea shop was Santa and the worker from earlier went up to him to ask him if they could use his beard for cotton and he agreed. The then went inside the tea shop. Me and my friend looked at each other before leaving the tv's and following them in. When I got inside I recognised the cafe, I was in Lincoln, in Stoke's cafe. I was asked what I wanted so I said tea. They gave me a silver sachet that was this size of my hand. I went and sat down next to my Grandad and his friends. I opened the silver sachet and found what appeared to be cream inside, this was apparently the tea. I tried it and it tasted exactly like whipped cream. (Eat something- 4 points) (Full dream- 1 point)

Fragment (0.5 points)
I also remember going into a place like subway and asking if they could give me some bread cheap since it was near closing time, the woman behind the counter said "no but you can have a taster for free".

Dream 2
I was in my room and my neighbour came to visit. He came into my room, saw my new shoes and said he liked them. Then he sat on my bed and had a chat with me. This was quite a long dream but I can't remember what was said. (Full dream- 1 point)

TOTAL= 16.5 points

Dream 1
I was watching WWE Smackdown where Wade Barrett was facing Randy Orton. They fought to the stage and then Wade Barrett went too far, he started beating down Randy Orton and then hit him with a back suplex on the metal stage as referees tried to seperate the two. I thought that Barrett would be suspended.

Dream 2
I was in college with my friends, talking about Hispanics in the WWE. I said that they're mostly grouped together recently. Such as Hunico and Epico and then Hunico and that guy on the bike. See WWE and you'll understand.

Dream 3
I was outside a bank near college with a teacher. I started flirting with her even though I don't find her attractive in real life. I went on the street of my college and students were there just walking around then I went to a high-rise tower and remembered when I used to fight a guy in armour.


I always give the guy more power till I get and upgrade during my fighting. I then got an upgrade(more armour) and defeated the warrior.

I then talked to my companion and we both left, as I was still asleep I decided to go back and do it again but I couldn't be bothered to go through it again.

Fragment
I was shooting The Deckers in Row:The Third.

DV keeps bothering me so I decided to drop by and leave a DJ entry. This site is pimped out now 0.o

I could not figure out for what reason I was behaving like a total freak, but there was one thing I was sure of - everyone was scared. Of me. I heard hushed whispers and staggered footsteps as people turned away. "What are you doing! You know I'm not usually like this!" All this caused was more fear, and I could feel it, surging through the crowd.

Everything was covered in rust. The benches, the walls, coated with a red-orange crust. The wind blew flaked of it into my face, on my clothes. It smelled of flames, an explosion perhaps, but I didn't know.

Did I do this?

I've decided to start typing down my dreams that I think are significant, or at least have some sort of meaning to them, even if I don't understand them. I wanted to do this about a week ago, but nothing was really important enough to put in here.

The other night I had a dream about a "witch" woman. I told a friend about it and they told me it sounded like another dream I had many years ago that I had shared with them recently. This prequel dream I had when I was a kid, but it was so memorable and frightening that it's one that I can't forget. I don't know how long it lasted or how long I was running. Maybe the length doesn't matter.
I was running away from a cackling laugh and although I could never see this sound that was chasing me...I put the image of a witch, in a black robe, big nose, and pale green skin. I kept running and couldn't get any distance between myself and the laughing that was chasing me.

Now, two nights ago, I dreamt another vivid dream. Another dream about a "witch" woman. I was with others, although I don't know who they were and I don't have an image of them, but I felt their presence. We were at a cabin in the woods and it felt like it was a getaway with friends. We went to town to get food and supplies and there were no people anywhere. It felt like everything was frozen in time. It was a ghost town except for us being there. I remember looking at the clock and it had stopped. As if everything in the world had come to a stand still. I remember feeling very awkward and beginning to get a little frightened. I assume we took what we needed, but can't be sure. It's almost as if my dream consciousness slipped, because the next thing I remembered was being back in the cabin and all of us being dumbfounded as to what was happening.
Then we were all surprised when we heard a rather loud car coming down the road through the forest. It was an old rusty looking oldsmobile and it sounded like a diesel truck. I was in the cabin looking out the window, wondering where this person was from, since all of us in the cabin thought we were the only people left in the world. The car pulled up and the door opened. A figure in brown robes appearred. The pale green skin was recognizable. It was a form of the "witch" woman. Not the same. Or not the same image I had in my head of the woman chasing me through the forest, but it felt similar in a way. She didn't have a hat...just grey...aged...dead looking hair. Even at a distance I could see her smiling at me...and eventhough her mouth didn't move, I could hear the laughing as an echo in my head. I felt powerless. She had an invisible power. She could control my actions and how I felt. At this point...I didn't have the perception that anyone was with me in the cabin anymore....as if I was alone....and she starting walking up to the door.
I was in a room with her. I felt like I needed her and even though she said that she would kill me if I tried to do anything, I still felt like she was caring for me. It was her invisible power.

Now, I decided to type this down because just last night, I had a dream where I was back in the cabin...and honestly it's quite puzzling and frightening to me. I've never had a dream where I was in the same....place, I guess. And a lot of my dreams don't have conversations and I usually forget most of my dreams...but not this.

The second dream, I was in the middle of a room in the cabin. And she paced around me...and I could hear the laughing in my head. She asked me. "Do you know why I'm here?" I didn't respond. She kept walking slowly around me and said another thing. "I'm here because you're a hider." I felt like a child...and was cuddled up on the floor with my arms around my legs. The "witch" was extremely terrifying. More so because I felt like I could do nothing to rid of her, as though I was her slave without physical chains. I asked her if I'd ever find a way to get rid of her. She said, "Yes, so continue."

I am assuming I'm trying to identify or deal with my insecurities or something. I'm not sure. I hope this character doesn't reappear in my dreams again.

This is my first DJ so I'll start with an explanation. Most of my dreams transition into other dreams or "bridge" to other dreams I like to call it. The bit of dream that I can remember I'll write down now.

I started at a fair or carnival. I was on some sort of Canoe type ride that sent me through a type of forest. There was no water, it was a dry land canoe ride. Bobbing and weaving through the trees we went. I was with at least one girl and one guy in the canoe. We stop in a small nearly dried up river bed. I look behind us and see a 50ft wave coming at us carrying everything from trees to a small one room house or perhaps a tiki hut type of bar. I had a sense that we were in the canoe from the start to outrun the wave but the wave caught up. I knew then the only way to survive was to let the wave take the canoe and ride it to safety. We rode the wave to safety and the dream "bridged" to a new dream.

I was now in a walmart type of store and walking through it with my Ex-gf. I'll start with a little bit of info. My ex and I broke up about August of this year and while I rarely think of her awake... In my dreams she's frequently there. Back to the dream we were walking through walmart. I had a sense of needing to "steal" her away from her now current bf and found with little ease that I was able too. We had a small conversation about her bf and that I was better and all that.

The dream ended or I cant remember anything past that or before it. Feel free to comment as I would like some insight but let me tell you. When I say I barely think of my ex now it's because I'm with a 5 foot tall, 105 pound filipino model. Trust me, my ex is a shadow compared to her. Haha

Thebeastofold's Dream


Giant bottle of wine, high school odd friend


I was in a strange living room and an old high school friend, D, wandered in and i had the feeling he had come for an unannounced visit...i got up and when i went to greet him, he turned around and went back outside. i followed him and he was rummaging through boxes that looked like boxes i had seen in the past..maybe in storage, or the garage, he pulled out a huge bottle of wine out of one of the smaller ones...it shouldnt have fit in that box, i cant remember the name on the bottle, but he, my parents, who suddenly appeared next to me and I got in an arguement about the bottle, i wanted to drink it, parents wanted me to re-store it... " you can use it later" they kept telling me...the next thing i know, i'm chasing D all over the house and garage etc as he opens and rummages in everythng he could get his hands on... finally he runs out in the back yard and as i apporach him he gets a huge grin on his face and hops away backwards on one foot at very high speed out the back gate and disappears down the street......dream shift

dream fragment:

I'm having a phone conversation with my late grandma......

I was island-hopping with my friends, quite literally: jumping and swimming around to get to the nearby islands. There was a big, gold buddha monument and buildings that looked like toys everywhere. My sister held my hand, as she led the way. We dove under. The water was crystal clear blue (much like swimming in the pool). It was beautiful. We resurfaced and waved at our friends. There also were boats and planes around, a cartoony-like image.

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Upon arriving at a place that was dim and damp, with wooden floors and walls, I was introduced to my fiance. An arranged marriage or so it seems. I recognized him (Hyun-Bin), but in this dream he's just some random guy I met for the first time. We were told to answer slam-book like questions in the blackboard to get to know each other.
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We were being chased (can't remember who I was with). We trespassed a building that was fenced all around. It looked like a school, a monastery, and a convent all at the same time. The ceilings were low. Walls were cream and maroon-colored. When we passed by a dojo-room with an ongoing martial arts class, we barged in and said we wanted to learn, thinking we could get away from whoever was chasing us. They caught us up though. One guy pointed a big pencil-like weapon (which is weird) directly at my right eye. I feared for my life, but I wasn't able to move either. He wasn't able to hit me because people around saved me.

Dream #1: My GF and I were leaving my house. We were sitting in my car in the drive way and she had presents for everyone. She told me that she still needed to wrap more, and wanted to put a red ribbon on some of them. I looked around my block and noticed most of the houses had long bright red ribbons out front. I had the "brillant" idea: "Why don't we let my next door neighbor wrap your presents!" (In real life I've done nothing but exchange awkward waves with him.)

Stationed in his driveway was a heavy looking sewing machine from the 50's, for some reason I felt it could be of use (with the ribbons?)...

Note: My next door neighbor has not taken down his Christmas tree since he put it up before Christmas 2010. I have joked about this a number of times with my GF, and I have lucidly entered his house at least once (see Blackbird Flying. I also caught a reflection of myself in his front window in the lucid dream: Cloud Form)

Dream #2: I was laying in bed when Fred walked over and laid down in my usual spot. He told me he had been working hard on the computer and his neck was hurting. So he needed to lay down in a special way using my pillow.

Note: This is the second dream I have recalled in which Fred was in my bedroom as if he lived here. I also recently posted a dream in which I was in his and Katie's room (Stealing Mexican Food)

Thebeastofold's Dream


Hill/mountain full of people, unfinished garage...


I almost had an OBE last night, i felt tingling in my hands, arms, shoulders, but thats as far as i got......when i finally fell asleep...

I was standing at the bottom of a huge steep hill/mountain, there were people standing and sitting on the hill everywhere all the way up..i started climbing at the behest of someone that was at my side the whole dream but couldnt see him..he said lets go, and i started climbing the hill, i slid back to the bottom on one foot for no apparent reason, then made it to the top...there was a huge unfinished garage at the top that covered the entire top of the mountain/hill...i was standing on the right side of the garage between/hanging onto the wall studs...and my fahter was in the garage and i kept trying to guess what was in each of the multitude of boxes in the garage...dont remember anything after that...


i had a multitude of dream fragments, i dont remember any but one...i was standing or floating somewhere where everything was white..there were no discernable walls or anything, and i kept calling out "katsuno! windhover! mischiefmanaged!" over and over....very brief fragment...

Fragment
I remember being Jango Fett, or atleast wearing his armour. I flew around a yellow hallway with his jet pack. I might've been in Tatooine but I saw windows on the walls and such.

My family and I were canoeing around, looking for something, in a swamp in Asia. Standing on a wooden platform was someone dressed in a long samurai coat and big broad hat, blending in with the boggy surroundings. Someone noticed him, but it was too late. As we passed, the samurai latched onto the boat and attacked us.

* * *

My family and I were in a big green park, with a bench. I knew I had to find the man who attacked us, so I went out on my own. Apprantly, he was now the owner of a restaurant with a French name, something about prized goats (I speak French). I went to the restaurant, and found him there. His waiters were constantly bending over the table and placing silver platters on it, and the table very much resembled that of my dining room at home. I attacked the samurai/restauranteur and got him in some sort of special hold, traumatizing him while repeating the command that he would only serve on customer: my little sister. He became catatonic or entered some frozen state, and I knew he would stay that way forever unless my sister showed up at the restaurant.

Durante todo o sonho houve momentos em que eu voava e tinha consciência de que tudo aquilo não passava apenas de um sonho, mas também havia momentos durante o voo em que eu era transportado para outros cenários já sem controle sobre o meu personagem. Em um desses momentos eu fui transportado para um lugar junto de um grupo de pessoas e no meio delas havia um rapaz responsável pela criação de 2 bombons de uma espécie muito rara e valiosa. Este rapaz havia feito esses 2 bombons e colocado aleatoriamente em duas caixas de bombons de uma fabrica, mas como esses bombons eram muito valiosos e especiais as pessoas do nosso grupo resolveram tentar roubar os bombons para vende-los e ganhar muito dinheiro e assim começou uma "caça ao tesouro". Durante essa "corrida" eu acabei achando a primeira caixa que continha o primeiro bombom especial e nesse momento as pessoas que também procuravam pelo bombom me viram e começaram a correr atras de mim para tentar roubar o bombom, porém antes deles me alcançarem eu voei um pouco e simplesmente abri o bombom e o comi, o que causou uma revolta enorme no rapaz criador dos bombons por ver sua obra sendo roubada. Já um tempo depois disso uma garota correu em nossa direção gritando que havia encontrado o outro bombom e ela entregava o bombom para o criador tentando acalma-lo, nesse momento eu me virava e começava a descer a rua sozinho com apenas um bombom qualquer que eu também havia roubado da fabrica quando achei o primeiro bombom especial, logo no inicio da descida eu comecei a voar e durante o voo eu comia o bombom "normal" e colocava a mão no bolso e tirava o outro bombom especial. Rindo muito eu o abria e o comia também, mas enquanto eu voava e saboreava o maravilhoso bombom especial eu tive um momento de pré-lucidez, mas não durou muito tempo e logo fui transportado para outro cenário.

Nessa historia eu me encontrava numa sala um bem escura juntamente com um homem que analisava as gravações de um programa sobre fantasmas feito por uma equipe que havia desaparecido no local do ultimo episodio que iriam fazer. O homem que analisava me chamava e pedia para eu escutar com atenção um trecho de uma gravação, eu escutava tudo normal no inicio, porém um pouco depois a gravação começava a dar uma especie de interferência que aparentemente não havia, eu olhava para o rapaz e falava para ele largar tudo que estava ali e que fossemos embora o mais rápido possível porque os mesmos fantasmas que atacaram a equipe do programa, estavam agora ali conosco. Como estava tudo um pouco escuro nós nos segurávamos pelas mãos para não nos separarmos e caminhamos pelas salas escuras até que chegamos em uma sala ligeiramente mais clara e passamos por um corredor que de um lado tinha a parede e do outro aqueles cubículos de escritório, depois de passarmos por esse corredor me virei para trás e vi que a sala estava cheia de gente e com luzes acessas deixando tudo claro novamente. Algumas pessoas que ali estavam eram do nosso grupo e perguntavam onde nós estávamos e diziam que tentaram nos contatar pelo radio mas nós não respondíamos, eu e o rapaz nos entreolhamos assustados e falamos que tínhamos acabado de passar por um corredor que existia atrás deles segundos atrás e que estávamos fugindo dos fantasmas, mas eles diziam que nunca houve corredor nenhum e que eles estavam ali o tempo todo esperando agente voltar e não tinham visto nada de estranho acontecer. Eu chegava perto deles e tentava explicar a história toda, mas uma moça, que estava em um desses cubículos atendendo as pessoas, me chamava porque era minha vez de ser atendido, eu me sentava na cadeira em frente a ela ainda muito chocado com o que havia acabado de acontecer e ela me perguntava se eu achei o trajeto até ali longo demais ou se foi tudo tranquilo e eu dizia que não foi tão difícil de achar aquele local e por algum motivo ela achava um pouco estranho eu dizer aquilo. Ela então me mostrava um cartaz pequeno com foto de dois carros, sendo um deles da marca KIA, e começava e falar as especificações do mesmo e de repente uma espécie de propaganda apareceu em minha mente mostrando o interior do carro e tudo mais. Enquanto observava a propaganda e fui transportado de volta ao momento do voo e fiquei lucido novamente, continuei voando pelo cenário até que percebi que ia acordar e então meus olhos se fecharam e eu acordei.


Obs.: Tenho que ressaltar que nesse sonho aconteceram muito mais coisas, porém por ter sido um sonho bastante longo não consegui me lembrar de mais nada.

A few nights ago I had an odd dream, which isn't exactly new for me. But this dream seemed kinda different. I don't know how really. I remember bits and pieces, but not a lot:
It started with some form of grouping. I remember that I needed to hide from the opposing colors. There were weapons, but not regular guns, more like laser style. And there was something that people could do, almost transforming. I remember trying to blend with the enemy, posing as some kind of guard. I let some one through a gate. They had a gun, maybe a dog with them. This part had all happened at an altered version of my old school. My memory of the dream has me fleeing into a swamp, trying to avoid them, but I know I'm being followed. I reach a ruined house, which I think was actually roughly the shape of my old house, and meet with someone who I somehow knew was there, someone who was going to help me. We had to get someone else to safety. Something came out of the swamp, and my dream mind registered it as a human and an animal at the same time. We fled the building, swimming through the water, reaching land. We were at my house now, although my memory only has us inside it. There were creatures outside, almost like lizards but rat-like. At this point my memory of the dream ends. But there was something else in it. Something about a ring, a very advanced technology... I think I wore it at some point...