Mystycal

10/1/2013
Woke up about three times, all in all. No consistent dreams to recall but rather lots of snippets of them.

Fragment of 1st Dream: I remember being in my house, bullying my cat, as always. I was making it walk on its hind legs by supporting it under the arms.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: Driving down a road with my friend with the car too. We passed a pick-up truck, and I was telling my friend how my car looks like - "Kind of like that but more like a normal car and slightly bigger." Or something like that.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I remember being some kind of cleaner or janitor on a beach, my job naturally being to look after it. My boss was Tim's mum from Angry Boys, so I didn't wanna mess up. I remember looking at the ruins of a sandcastle with the blue plastic shovel and bucket still in it. There were friends that came over to see how I was doing.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I was in a cantine-like looking place, and followed my brother with a tray. We talked about something, can't remember what.

Fragment of 3rd Dream: I was eating fish in what seemed like a school cantine with my old science teacher walking between the tables talking to the students. The fishbones were annoying and I had to watch out not to choke on them - then when I finished I picked up my plate and threw it off my table, and it turned out I threw them out a window onto the terrace of my house - and then 'Stop' signs appeared out of nowhere. Trippy.

Fragment of 4th Dream: I was in my room, and remember seeing these massive colourful worms made out of jelly. Apparently they were valuable so for the rest of the fragment I was trying to find more.

Fragment of 5th Dream: My favourite one for this night I was playing what seemed like a steampunk RTS, and it was dubbed in my dream as, 'Age of Empires', even though it looked nothing like it. I was shown a city-like kind of place and zoomed in onto a rectangular building with a circular door in which a fire burnt. The building got pixelated and then I was inside, first person view, and after paying attention to the tutorial of how to buy things from the merchant, and being told that when he signals behind you with his eyes you're in trouble, I pointed out a gem in his selection and handed over a bag of money. He took the bag and very deliberately looked behind me. I immediately turned to see a guy in a cool Stetson hat, smoking a cigarette but about a head shorter than me and holding an old, 17th century pistol to my forehead. He called me out on a duel so he stepped back a couple of paces and I reached into my pockets. In one I could feel some sharp pointy thing which felt like a pen, but in my right pocket I noticed an identical pistol to the one the guy was holding, so I brandished it.
I got to shoot first. I held up the pistol to about eye-level, and forgetting about how inaccurate these old guns were, fired roughly at my opponent. A lot of smoke ensued, but nothing came of it. Then it hit me that I couldn't move while the guy took his shot at me. I began reloading in case I got an opportunity to fire once more. I thought to myself that probably being shot wouldn't hurt, since it is a dream. I never actually got lucid, however
He shot, but to my eternal relief, missed. I took my time this time, raised the gun, looked carefully down the barrel and aimed for the face. The guy started quivering out of fear and as I pressed the trigger, he took out his sabre and attempted to knock the pistol out of my hand but barely touched it. He turned and ran for the door but I kept my cool and fired into his back, seeing his cloak rip. He fell down, but in a moment he was up again, apparently healthy, and came back to congratulate me and salute.
Feeling this was what the etiquette demanded, I saluted with my pistol. Another person came into view from the left. Dream recall ends here.