MrJuicy

I pulled an all-nighter on the 17th, so I didn't do a dream journal entry. This night, I was planning on just taking a break, but I felt I needed to write down this dream. I had other dreams, but this one stood out.

I'm probably missing a few details, but this is the general gist of it.

The dream started out, and I was this character in a TV show. I'm pretty sure I was Robert DeNiro. The dream started in the middle of the show, so I didn't know what was going on. This black guy, who I think was my partner, was standing next to me, and we were talking to this guy in front of us, who was supposed to be giving us orders or something. We were in this well-lit room with blue pipes all around. Anyway, the guy giving us orders said, "So then, we gotta go after him, and beat him up." I interrupted him with, "I'm sorry, who's 'him'? I just got here, so I don't know the plot or what's going on." He specified that it was just this guy who we needed to beat up. I wasn't okay with that. So then we're walking through the halls of my school, which is like a mix between my high school and my elementary school, and I'm trying to avoid this group I'm supposed to be with to beat up the guy. My dream cut to a shot of them beating up this random guy, and he was pinned down in this circle they formed. I knew I was breaking this HUGE rule by not helping them, so I was getting a little scared. While avoiding them and trying to get away, I ran into Kate in the hall. She was confused and I was a little distraught so I began explaining to her, "Look, I was watching this show, and then I was in the show, but my character was having this dream where he was watching the show too, so we both didn't know what was going on, but now I'm not with them, and I'm supposed to be and they might come after me and so we probably need to hide." At this point I wasn't DeNiro anymore. But anyway, we go to this room and we build these large, wooden, towering platforms, which were layered on top of each other. The entrance to the room we were in was down a flight of stairs and through a door. I knew we weren't hidden very well. The room itself was too large to be inside any building, and instead of a ceiling, you could see the night sky through these branches and leaves. There were stacks and stacks of random objects and items (TV's, paint cans, old furniture, wooden scraps) off to the right, and there was a large, pink/violet, window to the left which seemed to be a shimmering, physical embodiment of magic. The platforms we built were very tall, and we hid on the top one. We had all of these bags of money, and we spread them around the top platform with us, and our plan was that if they entered the room to look for us, we would lay down flat on the platform, and for some reason this was supposed to make us hidden.

Anyway, we stayed hidden on that platform for a few days, although the sky remained night. Over the course of the days, Kate and I stayed mostly silent towards each other, although there was this strange, emotional connection between us that I wouldn't describe as love or friendship, but they are the first words that come to mind. Really, it felt like a pure feeling of familiarity, or just a "knowing" feeling. At the same time it felt like she was rejecting a love that I didn't even have for her. Better put, we knew that we were going to die, and because of this, we felt closer, although we didn't love each other. This feeling seemed to alternate with an unrequited love feeling. It was very strange. As the days passed, Kate and I got intimate a few times, perhaps out of boredom, and there was always a sense of doom in the air, as if I was just waiting for them to find us and kill us. I was sad and a little worried, but I knew there was nothing we could do about it. This is what was going to happen, no buts about it. Sometimes, it seemed like I knew this wasn't going to end well, but as far as she was concerned, things weren't that bad. Kate seemed unhappy for the whole time we stayed on that platform, and while there were times where we would just lay down, her head upon my shoulder, and gaze up at the night sky, it was like she only did this because she knew that this was the last moments of her life. A feeling of dread overthrew any feeling of love, or familiarity I may have felt in the dream, because I knew I got us into this mess, and it was all my fault that she was going to die. I remember on one of the days, I found these capsules. Each capsule, when used, would fire off like a rocket into the sky and explode like a firework. It was very pretty. I showed these to Kate to try to cheer her up, but it didn't work.

On the final day, we heard a group of people coming down the stairs. Kate and I laid down on the platform like our original plan, although I knew this wasn't going to really keep us hidden for long. I felt such sorrow and guilt for dragging her into this. The group entered the room, and looked around for a bit. They were all wearing these police-like uniforms, with astronaut helmets that had police lights on top. Their heads were very round, and their bodies were very cartoonishly shaped. After a few tense seconds, they looked up, and saw us. They started shooting at us with these guns that weren't flamethrowers, but shot flames. The flames hit some of the paint cans, and they exploded as if they were reserves of gasoline. Kate and I were immediately set on fire, and melted in the most violent and gruesome display of death I had ever dreamed of.

After this, I awoke on top of the platform, in daylight (still dreaming), with Kate nowhere in sight. I was a little confused and worried about this, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the group comes and destroys the place, and my priority was leaving. As I climbed down from the platform, I felt guilty. I felt like I was cheating Kate, and just leaving her there, even though I knew she wasn't there. I felt like a hypocrite, as if I kept her there because we had no choice but to die, but here I was climbing down to leave. When I reached the bottom, I walked over to the giant window and opened it. I looked back at the platform, which was now two couches on the ground with blankets on them. One blanket in particular looked as if someone had just gotten out of it, with one corner folded open. Running out of time, I quickly ran over to it, scrambled it around so that it looked like it had been there for ages (dream logic), and ran back to window. I thought about hanging off of the ledge of the window until they came and went, but then I noticed this floating, translucent, magic block that I could stand on. It was the same, shimmering, pink/violet color of the window. I climbed on top of it. I looked back at the room, where I could see the group now entering. Then I looked up at the moon while the block ascended into the stars.