The journey of JussiKala

I was walking around the yard of my old neighborhood. It was a searing hot summer day. I walked to the end of the road surrounding the houses, and I saw two animals laying in the sun, unresponsive. They looked kinda like smaller, thinner beavers without the flat tail, instead they had a normal one. One of them was a grown up one, the other one was half the size. I assumed it was parent // child. I took the animals and put them in the shade. I viewed them for five minutes and left. A while later, I came back to the yard to see what was happening. Apparently, the two had reincarnated into new bodies. Still remaining the same species and having the same age diffrence between the two animals though. So I asked them to follow me, they were confused. (Apparently these were sapient animals, and could also talk) They asked me "Why?". I told them I had something important to tell them.

So I sat with them on one of the porches and explained to them what had happened. Apparently they were grateful. Somehow I just simply knew that these were the same animals. They were younger and had a light brown fur instead of a dark brown to black one, but they still were the same.

For what they were grateful, I don't know anymore. In the dream I suppose I knew the reason. But now that I'm awake, it's unclear. Did I ease their suffering? Did I save them from dying? (Obviously not). What were they grateful for?

This is a dream that happened a while ago, but I was away from the internet, so I didn't mark it up. Decided I could just post it here now.
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I had joined a camp the purpose of which was to learn the art of using magic. Housing was a single big building with a living room type room in the center, with two hallways going in each direction, holding roughly 7 rooms each. Each room held 2 or 3 people.

Each night, the master would come to check the rooms we slept in and check if we could turn a mass of water in a bowl into a solid colour. The others succeeded, with some trying. I couldn't do it. So I tried to cheat for 3 nights straight. I took some color powder and put it in the bowl. The master detected this and always smashed the bowl in front of me.

Last night on the camp, I finally succeeded in using magic to change the colour of the mass of water in the bowl. I made it dark blue. I was happy that I succeeded, and somehow I think that my master was too.
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Wasn't a particularly long dream, really. So this is a short entry

I found myself in a city. This city looked quite depressing. The streets were of yellowish stone with a bit of sand on top, buildings were of the same yellowish stone. Streets were cramped. There weren't too many people on the streets. Maybe a couple of people per block. The searing heat from the sun made walking there almost intolerable. The clothes people had on looked very arabic in nature. What you would expect to see from saudi arabia / northern africe a hundred years back or so. All in all, it was either a third world country, or I was living in the past, near the equator.

I was carrying a djembe. (A percussion instrument of african origin). I found myself a place to sit with a few people that would hear me play. And I played a little beat there. Apparently I was a beggar, who tried to gain any money he could by performing on the streets.

A fight arose between me and a couple of other people (also beggars, street performers) when I'd taken the place they usually use. They threatened me with violence. So I left.
------I wondered around the streets a bit and chose another location in which to do the same thing all over again. However, that did not last for long. Apparently the other beggars were serious about being the only ones on the same part of town. They appeared to me and said that I'd better get out. I ran away at this point

They (the two of them) got after me, though not running. Just light jogging.

I quickly turned around the street corner and panicked. I needed to get out of here quick. I went to the market area of the block. I found a small closet like room on the side of one of the houses which was not locked. I opened it and went inside. The door had cracks, and I saw how the other beggars passed it. I waited a while before coming out of there. I found another place to perform near me and strarted. Didn't take long for me to be found by the other beggars. I ran away again and they ran after me full speed.

I managed to find a cellar type structure near me, with a metal mesh as a window to the street. I cramped myself in there, trying to not make noises so that they wouldn't realize to look in my direction when they walked past me. After this I took my knife from my backpocket.

I left my djembe there and started creeping around the town centre. I quickly saw where one of the beggars was and creeped behind him, and stabbed him in the shoulder. The other beggar saw me from 20 meters away and was terrified, left his junk there and ran behind the corner.


END DREAM

Dream end was not sudden, yet that's the last thing I remember, really.

(Comment: This is my first real nightmare that I remember in.... ever.. I think I only had one when I was a little kid. )


I was there in my grandparents house. I was bringing a person back alive. For some reason, I had a feeling of being the creator of that specific creature. The dream started there though, and I don't know if I had built a human being from scratch, or just operated on him and brought him back to life. I successfully revived him. He took a while, maybe a few minutes, to come to full thinking/ speaking capability. He looked at me for a while. He started talking very calmly. He was threatening me. Telling me that I'd have a chance to run away, and if he'd catch me, I'd suffer something horrible. I did not specifically know or think about what this horrible fate would be but I knew that it was bad.

So I started running. I ran and I ran. Climbed obstacles, hid from the guy multiple times, all occuring in the small part of town where the house was located in. It was absolutely terryfying seeing this guy 5 feet away from me, knowing that if I stumbled or didn't run fast enough, something terrible would happen. Finally I had hid in the living room of the house. I looked away. When I looked back, the person was there, again, staring at me. Slowly walking towards me. I told him to stop and listen to me for a while. He sat on a seat and so did I. (comment: At this point I somehow knew that it was a dream, yet I could not classify it as a lucid, since I was not aware that it was a dream, but I kinda just knew that it was, but didn't acknowledge it, which is why I didn't put this in either lucid or non-lucid)

His appearance was scary. He was an old man with long, messy, near white hair. He was wearing torn clothes, which were also dirty. He had no shoes. His skin was all around in bad condition. His hands, big and full of veins. His arms, muscular, from what I saw through the gaps in the clothing. His face, filled with scars.

I told him that if he'd be better off not chasing me. There is no real benefit in keeping this up. He said that I would never be able to get back to where I came from. That I'd be eternally stuck with him, unless I'd give up, and in which case, I'd suffer horribly.

I saw my younger brother (He's only 8) running around in the yard. I jumped off of the sofa I was sitting on, blasted open the door, ran out, took him with me, hid under the stairs that were there on the western end of the building. Saw and heard how the guy ran down the stairs and past the house to the other side of the house. I took my brother and carried him to the carage of the house in the front. There, we sat on a bench very quietly. The suspense was dreadful. The feeling of fear like no other.
About ten seconds later, the door from the cellar to the carage (which is not the same as the main carage door) opened, and I saw him. I thought out loud "How could he know where we were?!". I remember him running towards us.


End dream. (Comment: Dream did not end at the moment he was running towards me. I did not wake up to that. That's just the last thing I remember)