KirosXannon

My dream last night was interesting even though it was not lucid.

The first one that I can remember is that for some reason I was going to be taking a long vacation to Japan. I was caling up family shortly after arriving there, and I was living in not one of the popular areas like Tokyo or Akihabara, but are more relatively unknown city. I think I was living in an apartment or hotel in a fairly tall apartment building, and I walked onto the street to check out the neighborhood. I found this small arcade and felt comforted.

I talked with the store owner for a bit about how I'm traveling, and it's nice to have a place like this only a few blocks from where I'll be living. I asked him about the area, and if there were any cool spots to go since this wasn't one of the more known parts. I forget what he said but this is where this part of the dream basically ended.


Second part of the dream I was Captain America. Except I was living in a type of wooden military lookout in the middle of a muddy field surrounded by trees on 3 sides, and a highway on my left. I set it up I think as a way that people could come and contact me if they needed help, but instead of actual people in need of a hero, all I would get are people who dressed up as Cpt. America with guns trying to kill me. I would just take their guns and shoot them back (which thinking on it now is very un-hero like). I inherently knew that it was because they felt I didn't deserve the title of Cpt. America because I'm not a real hero, I was just a man who was stronger than normal who's acting like one.

One of the people visiting was this fat guy who looked like he was wearing a polo shirt that had his name on it, I believe he worked at a retail chain. I got a bad vibe so I punched him in the face and grabbed one of his wrists, but all he did was laugh as he absorbed the blows. He grabbed my chest and ran with his arms extended, pushing me through multiple walls. I forget what I did to defeat him, but after that he turned into a small paper sticker, and I remember saying to my gf "I don't mess around." as I ripped the sticker up, assumingly killing him.