MatthewOlson

(will be revised for format and grammar later)

There were two ultimately important dreams I had last night, above whatever dream fragments I witnessed. The first was a quite lucid dream of me walking the streets of a city. I knew very well that I was dreaming, and instead of trying to do a bunch of amazing things all at once, I decided to take my time and explore the area. I watched the buildings smowly pass by, noticing that they seemed rather indistinct from one another. I continued to enjoy my venture, allowing myself to think about how much life I can experience if I continue to dream as lucidly as possible. Plenty during waking, and even more during sleep. … The second part of this, I found myself in the lawn of aomeone elses house (or mine), and I wanted to jump up to a tree branch to get a view of the city. I succeeded easily to ignore gravity and float up to a tall branch of an even taller tree. I wanted to fly next, but in my attempt, I could not convince myself that I could; for what little gravity there was, I could not let go of it. So instead, I landed on the ground once more, feet touching grass.

My second dream consisted of me either out amongst a field, or in a city, when I find a peculiar staircase leading downward, decently far (about two stories), and I enter this very nicely furnished bunker, with red carpeting, bright lights, beige/white walls with small designs. I felt as if I stumbled upon an unknown place of solitude. I decided to make myself at home, and start living there. For some reason, there may have been either suvivalism out in the wilderness, or a post-apocalyptic theme to why I decided to live here. I spend about two days (in representation) living in this place, enjoying its facilities. One night, I was sleeping in the bedroom, with the front door open, overlooking the main door from down the hallway, and I was very paranoid. What if someone entered this vast place in the middle of the night while I was sleeping? What if mthis place was so vast that there were already people living in another part of this place, and they could not be trusted? I got out of bed, and tried to secure the doors franticly. I was very afraid in this place, and felt that it may render me insane if I let it get to me. I found myself a gun amongst a dresser, and attempted to load it, despite only having two bullets. I stores it somewhere and went back to sleep. … A night later, in dreamtime, I was awoken by a plethora of gunshots. I thought they were coming from above me. I heard screaming, and frantic noises. I saw a few bullets penetrate the ceiling, and I freaked out. I grabbed my gun, and out of the interest of not wanting to face any of the mess if it came down, or see anybody in case they were abruptly hostile, I ran to the womens bathroom, and hid in a stall, and closed the door. I heard the noises getting louder, knowing that they were entering. I heard footsteps of someone entering the bathroom, and tensed up. They managed to cross my stall, and gaze into it. … It was a woman my age, and see seemed very lighthearted, and calm “Whoops” … I relaxed a bit, and decided to slip out of the stall as a few more women passed by. I asked what the commotion was, and they said that they were fleeing because there was a nearby prison break and a few guys escaped. There was a guy with them, asking me if I had any hot soup for him, and I figured, why not get him some? … However, I look across the stall walls that separated the stalls from the exit (like a wrap around), and two large, burly, and seemingly agitated men entered the bathroom, with an aura of fear cast across the room. I knew these two were the ones they were running from, and in order to keep them from flipping out on us, I offered to make them a bowl of hot soup. They were receptive to the idea, and let me approach without being too hostile at first. That is when I pulled out my gun, and pointed it at one of them, telling them to back into the corner. They did so, with sinister grins on their faces. As I came around to the other side of the stall wall, one of them grabbed for his weapon, and I shot at him. I hit his leg, causing him to barrel over and go down, and he attempted to shoot me with his gun. I k new I had only one bullet left, so I did the best to avoid his shot, and aim at him correctly, aiming down the sight. My second shot missed, which prompted me to charge forward, slam his hand with my pistol, and then get atop of him, and pistol wip him until he was unconscious. Suddenly, the second, even more burly man grabbed me around the back from behind as I was trying to leave th bathroom, and stabbed me in the stomach area. I took the blow, as I also took his weapon, pulled it out, and began stabling him behind me. While disabling him, it wasn’t enough o kill him, so I decided to stab him over and over again until he was dead. As for me,… I knew I only had about an hour left to live. I gave a narration in my head about “This was it. This was my end. Bunker. Bathroom stall. Hot soup. Stabbed!” … I decided that I did not want to suffer dying over an hour, so I decided to find what was left of the blade that stabbed me, and attempted to slip my wrists, unsuccessfully. At a particular moment, I thought to myself that perhaps I should be carefull, because I began to correlate the dream to something that was possiblty happening in waking, and I didn’t not want to accidentally slit my wrists IRL through some dumb miracle.

I find it particularly interesting when a dream invokes more of a train of thought than simply a venture of sights and sounds. Though, like most dreams recently, this one is fragmented between many different happenings.

Yet, the more memorable sections, happening after my initial encounter with the strange POV version of what seemed similar to League of Legends, and the initial training session with a somehow remembered drama/theatre group from high school, I caught a glimpse of a highly luxurious part of an Unknown City, inside a few of the urban buildings. I heard the anonymous mentioning (a story being told to me) of a particular woman, who was either a queen, a princess, or a countess, who was so sheltered by her high-class pampering, and completely cut off from the public and the life of normal people, that she became psychologically distorted, and began hating the people outside out of massive distrust for all. Her heart was twisted all because of the walls that sheltered her; held her back from the world.
I found myself, then, in a very luxurious commercial space, with a number of high class vendors and restaurants along the way, with a window lining the left side of the hall as I gazed downward upon the city streets. I was wearing a very fancy vest with white shirt and tie underneath, and felt that I fit into this environment, … almost infiltrating-ly (since it was not something I would usually wear). I felt as if I was here out of posing as someone who was rich, or as a spy of some kind. As I explored this area, I began to rationalize the same about vampires, and most things hidden; such things could succeed living in urban spaces and we would know little about it, due to the sheltering of classes, the walls between people, and the countless amounts of forbidden, cut-off, and unexplored spaces in this Unknown City. Not any one person can be aware of everything that occurs within these walls at all times.
I managed to approach a high-class restaurant, but out of timidness or sudden disinterest, I decided to turn around and made my way towards the door leading outside. Oddly enough, while being a few stories above the street before, I was now suddenly transported to the street itself. It was a busy street, with many a small outlets, and lower-income stores. Anyone of these places had doors leading to some place that one can only guess based on the sign. I persisted to explore until coming across a bus area next to a school. The drama class that randomly appeared from before was about to head to their first great performance, and I was certain to avoid any of them noticing me (since for some reason, I was supposed to perform with them). I retreated back to my car, and decided to drive away from the bus.

Later glimpses in my dream consisted of a great air-battle between 3 factions and 1 evil faction. Strangely this evolved into a small room encounter between members of each fending off lights that turned people into zombies.

Yeah, ... normal dream-state madness alright.

Still... there was somewhat of a moral I manage to catch from the passing of all of these thoughts.