LuMikkel

In this dream I was a worker at a big skyscraper, which housed a bank. I worked at the second highest floor, but always accidentally took the elevator to the highest floor, took a few steps in, realized I wasn't where I was supposed to be, then turned around and felt like an idiot. My coworkers were feeling precarious due to riots outside. People were pissed at the bank for some reason. I would get down to my floor, where my desk was placed next to the big panorama window. The room reflected the dark, blue, rainy weather outside. I heard a big explosion from downstairs. I rushed downstairs out of the building where I met Jesse running along with some other rioters. "Jesse what are you doing?!" I said angrily. He protested that what the bank did was bullshit and ran away. I looked up at the skyscraper. A big piece of the building's middle floors had been blown away and the surrounding area was full of fire and glowing hot metal. I took the elevator back up. Wrong floor again. Turned around and went down to my own floor. The middle part of the building had been repaired. I sat at my desk to drink a cup of coffee, when I heard yet another explosion. I rushed down, but no damage had been done. I asked at every floor if everyone was alright. Nothing seemed to have happened, until I got to the second bottom floor. Several people were lying motionless on the floor, except for one person seated in an office chair in the corner of the room. I took a closer look at the people on the floor. Identical female mannequins equipped with horsetails and eyeballs with blue iris. All their eyes turned to look at me. I continued down to the bottom floor as if that was normal, where two other identical female mannequins were sitting on bar stools looking out of the window by the door. They turned their heads to look at me.

Crusin' down the Dråby street on the bus with a female friend of mine. We get off at a stop, where she drops her empty can of soda on the ground. Semi-jokingly, I tell her she's polluting the earth, to which she aggressively responds in an offended manner that the cans are recycled organically. I feel ashamed for being wrong. We walk down into center Dråby, where someone placed a pizzaria. We walk down the back alley, where I see a girl's long forum post ranting about a bunch of things which I agreed with. She mentions how people never put their time into any creative projects out of free will, and gives me as an example to the opposite. She says "I kinda like him for that". Just as I realize I might have found a perfect girl for me, the dream ends.

I was in a tank, Battlefield 3 style, battling a different tank. I missed my first two shots. A good two seconds later, I got a feed of random kills

MIKKEL JAVELIN player1
MIKKEL SUN player2
MIKKEL SUN player3
MIKKEL SUN player4
MIKKEL SUN player5

Which didn't make much sense, as I didn't fire a javelin and you can't use the sun to kill people.
I then saw in a replay camera how I got those kills. Someone fired a javelin at a player. The player caught the javelin missile in his hand. Then came my tank projectile which hit next to him, blowing up the javelin missile and everything around him. I think I killed Chuck Norris.

My dad was chasing me outside for fun. From our front yard to the neighbor's garden. I ran inside the neighbor's house and upstairs. I found a rack of wooden assault rifles. I took one out and started firing at the wall behind my father to scare him. The weapon was like a toy gun, with muzzle flash, but it didn't actually fire any bullets. I grabbed another and threw it to my dad. We then stood in cover and fired at each other. My dad's weapon fired holes in the wooden walls near me. My dad gave up and I jumped downstairs, where a girl was standing facing away from me. "Hey you! BAMBAMBAM" I shouted and fired my weapon to the side of her head, thinking it would just say bang and make a muzzle flash. To my surprise, my weapon blew the top half of her head open. She fell to the ground, and a pink substance of brain matter and blood leaked out of her head which now looked like an empty eggshell. For some reason, I mixed my semen into the substance, as I somehow thought that would make her death look like an accident.

I was sitting on the floor of an empty art museum, painting a person shrouded by his hood and wearing a gas mask. A woman yelled "are you done soon?" to which I yelled back "SHUT UUP, I'M WORKING". I finished the painting, took a towel and gently dried off the excess tar.

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I was on my knees putting my head over the railing in the spectator rows, facing the middle of some big arena.
The guy who was about to execute me tried to be dramatic and said "die in hell!" as he swung his axe over his head, so I exclaimed "wait wait stop".
"What?"
"You can't say that"
"Can't say what?"
"Die in hell. Do you realize how stupid that sounds? second, im not even in hell yet, i will be in hell AFTER I die."
"So what do you want me to say?"
"Just don't say something that is THAT stupid"
"Alright then I won't say anything at all!"
"Good then"
He then proceeded to separate my head from my body.

I woke up in my bed, feeling fresher than ever. As a person with chronic headache, this was the first time since I was little my head hasn't felt heavy. I walked out of my room to the staircase, where the light wasn't turned on. It was either evening or early morning, as it was very dark, but not too dark to hide the silhouettes of my surroundings. As I strolled down the stairs, my head and body was so heavenly light, I felt euphoric. It couldn't be real. Wait a minute.. is it real? Of course it's real.. but something doesn't seem right. No, I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming. I gained lucidity, and took my last step on the staircase. My foot touched the floor, but it wasn't the ruggy floor in the entrance room by the bottom of the stairs my foot touched. It was the tiled stones of a town center somewhere, with a fountain made of stone beside me. I looked to my left, where my old classmate Alexander stood. With frantic hand movements I asked him where the exit was. He didn't understand what I meant, so I explained to him that I was dreaming, anything I would do or change here wouldn't have one single impact on the world, and I wanted to get out where my actions mattered. By this point, my lucidity was gone, but in the dream I still knew I was dreaming. In an understanding tone, he answered that he knows the feeling. We had a long calming conversation about dreams, a much more fluent and personal conversation than the two of us had ever had, before I was back in my bed. I grabbed my phone and was inclined to call Alexander to ask if he could remember the conversation, but I realized he probably doesn't and it might be a bit stupid, which made me feel let down. I then woke up for real, feeling confused over all these false awakenings, and had to make sure I was actually awake this time.

My family received a threat that our house would get bombed. My mother frantically told me to hide in the safe-room under the kitchen counter, where the dishwasher is usually placed. So I did, and it turned out to be a small wooden cupboard. That wasn't going to protect me in any way. I left the house and walked up and down the cornfield road outside our ground, waiting for the house to get blown up. It didn't. After being out of the house for three days, my family moved back in, assuming the threat was bogus.

From a third perspective, I watched from the cornfield road. A perfect circle of Hellfire missiles shot down around our house with my family and I in it. It completely devastated the building, throwing wooden planks, dust and debris toward the center like a tornado.

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Standing on the pavement next to me, is a blonde girl with freckles under her ocean-blue eyes staring back at me. She looked as confused as I felt. "Is there a place you would like to go?" I asked. "I don't know Copenhagen very well." In a bored tone she replied: "I don't either." "Let's walk in a direction and see what we stumble into then," I suggested. "My friends and I often did this back in Århus, when we didn't know what to do." Staring at the ground in front of her she let out a tame "sure I guess". We took a stroll down the road while I tried to keep a conversation. She however seemed more interested in her own thoughts than in me, causing me to struggle with not keeping it awkward. We made it to a white bench of resemblance to one in my garden back at home. She sat on the bench, folded her hands over her legs and continued staring at me.

Had two dreams tonight, but I was too tired to write them down, and my headache was killing me, which means I forgot the first one.

I was in my bed sleeping, when my phone rang. I answered it, and it went on camera-to-camera mode. On the other end, I saw a bunch of my classmates and few from my parallel class looking at the camera. Some small-talk occurred between us, and the guy who made the call tells me to turn around. I tell him I can't, because I'm in my bed.
"Just look behind you" he says. I tell him:
"There's nothing behind me. If I turn around I will suffocate in my pillow". Another guy, Peter, then comes on and says that Communication is boring. I ask him why, but I don't remember if I got a response.
The dream changes scenario to my garden terrace. Peter is there, as well as a couple randoms which I figure are my classmates. There is a big cauldron with some green goo in it. Peter is playing around with it. We go into my father's workshop. Green goo gets spilled over Peter. We look up and see the cauldron on one of the horizontal pillars keeping the roof up.
"How the hell did that get up there, who placed it there?!".

I went to bed late and set an alarm to wake me up after about five hours and a half. I wrote down notes for two of the dreams when I woke up, but forgot what happened in the other two.

#1 I was sitting in a room I don't recognize, with a spliff in my hand. I lit it on and inhaled. I get an overwhelming feeling in my whole body, like the smoke is running through my blood. The feeling was partly comfortable and partly uncomfortable. I fall asleep with the spliff in my hand. When I wake up, half of it has been burned down. I light it up and try again. Note, I have never tried marijuana.

#2 I'm on a field by my own. It's a beach full of wet sand, with boats and small ships in the waterline, and a half-torn down house. I have been placed in a match. Me against five enemies. Instead of focusing on getting my enemies killed, I mess around with a boat, covered behind a rusty stranded ship. I'm trying to drive the boat on top of a jeep. The two vehicles function like in Battlefield 3. I get a vision of a minimap. On the minimap I can see all the five enemies being spotted, all of them around me, on the ships surrounding me. I see one of the enemies and proceed to shoot him. I fire an RPG at the next enemy. For the third, three teammates have come in to help. We crawl up a ladder, and see the enemy looking the other way, not paying attention to us.

I was standing in my driveway, looking at the blue sky. I noticed a couple rainbows crossing the heaven, then some more, and then it started whirling around with pretty rainbow-colored stripes, getting more and more intense. By the end it looked like a new years eve, except it wasn't fireworks, it was both small and large trails of rainbow flying around in the sky in their own small patterns of curves, circles and stripes. I was amazed by the sight, and looked at my father who stood beside me. He gave out a laugh and said "just wait till it gets covered". I looked at the moon who was right above us for a couple seconds. It was a big full moon, which is odd considering the sky being blue. Then all of a sudden, it was as if all the light in the world disappeared - at least from the visible area. It was as if someone turned off the sun. I fell to the ground. There was nothing but complete darkness. You couldn't see anything. The moon was dark, but had a bright halo around it. A good 10 seconds passed before the light turned on again, and I woke up.

So, we were in the future, where programs and code could be simulated into real life. I had ported my Roll The Dice mod to this simulator, however in a non-lethal manner, as since it's a real life simulation, if you kill someone, they are actually dead, they don't respawn. So of course, coding a program that could kill people would be illegal.
Now, this simulator had like a waiting room, and in it, it had a browser for simulations that you could enter, just like a server browser. I decided to pick a random from the list, and got thrown into a modified Roll The Dice - basically one with over 1000 rolls, while mine only had 150.
The simulations went on at real places that people either owned or rented, so you got ported to those places by entering the simulation.
This simulation went on on a big hangar ship. Now what happened next, while experimenting with awesome random powers, is that everyone heard a massive loud devastating explosion.
People began panicking, running away from the ship, and some said to each other that someone died.
I just stood there, wondering what the hell happened, until two unnoticed policemen grabbed my arms, lead me to the site of the explosion - which was completely trashed - and asked me why I did this
I was shocked and said I never coded this into the program, but was cut off with further interrogation.
A bypasser yelled at me: "Yeah of course you didn't. Who else could it be?"
I was taken into custody. As I was waiting there, I heard someone was messing with the lock on the door.
That same bypasser opened it up, and told me to get out.
Outside the jail, his motorcycle (futuristic of course) was parked. He told me to get on.
While he was driving me out of town at insane speed, I asked him what was happening.

"Your life is the same, Mikkel. You need something new."
"Why did you blow up the ship?"
"You're now wanted by the government as a murderer. If anyone sees you and recognizes you, they will turn you in, or due to the new laws, try to kill you."
"Why would you do that?"
We reached our stop. We were outside a small empty house covered in snow, in the middle of nowhere
He put a mechanical bracelet on my arm, grabbed onto it, and told me to spin a device on it
I did what he said, since he in the other hand held a knife. I did what he said, and I got the feeling that we were travelling back in time.
I looked into the window of the house. A girl was sitting there, not noticing us.
He told me "you know what to do" and pushed me off the motorcycle.
I didn't see the next part, but what he seemed to want, was that I went inside the house and talked to the girl.
Turned out well it seems, because the next part of the dream, a couple days later, she was my girlfriend, and in the dream I actually loved her a shit ton.
The bypasser said "I have the parts".
"For what?"
"The bomb".
He forced me to get on his ride, but never specified a reason as to why he would blow up the ship.
"Put it there and light it up" he said as he pointed to the middle of the dock. I did as told, then we both ran the fuck away.
The blast was massive.
We hid in a container. A good ten minutes later, I peeked out.
Remember how a person died? That person was my now girlfriend.
I noticed the bypasser walk off the ship.
I ran after him, knocked him over from behind, grabbed his throat and yelled, half crying "what the hell?! why, WHAT did you do that for?!"
His reply: "Because I hate you, you fucking prick."

I'm in my backyard, talking to some guy. He then tells me to call this girl, because she'd want to fuck me.
So he hands me a phone, and I say "...hello....???"
Then she says something
And the dream changes scenario. Next thing I know, I'm in a room, lying on a couch.

Some girl is lying on a table close to me, and her boyfriend is sitting with a computer in the other side of the room.
She tells me to come over, and she starts undressing herself.

I'm thinking "is her boyfriend letting her do this? uhh"
"Do you have a condom?"
"Yes" she hands me a small squared condom packet

I start unpacking it, but I'm nervous as fuck, so I try hard to keep my hands steady.
When I got it packed out
Well f**k
There was another packaging inside

When I got THAT ONE packed out

The condom has some weird things I can't even explain attached to it, like some sort of lock made of the same thing as cotton sticks

I asked the girl "What if we do it without condom" and immediately realized that was a retarded question.
She looked at her boyfriend and was like "ehhh... that's not.. I don't like feeling the sperm moving inside me"

"Well, I don't want AIDS or babies anyways."
"Oh no, I'm on the pill"
"Why the f**k are you on the pill if you don't want sperm inside you"
And that is where the dream ended.

I was on Chatroulette with a girl who seemed to be in the corner of my neighbors front yard. She flashed me her underwear, and I asked "can I have a closer look?", so she smiled and lifted up the skirt again. She looked into my eyes, and moved the panties to the left, exposing a shaved vag.
It was as if I was there with her. I was about to finger her, but she was too tight for me to get my fingers in, so I asked her to give me a show. After that, I wanted to penetrate her.
I asked her "do you have a condom?", to which she replied "ew no, I'm not gay" and disconnected, as if I implied I wanted anal sex by this. I sat there for 3 seconds, thinking "what the hell" before the dream ended.