21.08.2016 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was with Pau and other people. We were going on a backpacking trip. We didn't know where we were going but were excited about the adventure. I felt free. After walking for a while we were hungry. I grabbed my backpack and checked what I had brought; it was mostly rubbish. I had two dog toys, a string, some shirts, and a few snacks. I had a snack and Pau drank a cooler. We arrived at a restaurant; my aunt Laura and cousin Gustavo were there, as well as my mom and other people. I ate salmon with salad, but didn't recall ordering it. My mom told me we had ordered it before we arrived. Dream skips and I'm in a hotel room with Juan Vi and Diego Almaral. Pau wasn't there anymore, but I assumed she was staying next door. I realized I hadn't asked how much the room was for the night, so I decided to google the rates. The hotel was called International Inn. The room was very luxurious; it had a big shower, marmol floors, and big beds. Diego took a minute-long shower. He then went outside and said he had seen Gerardo with another woman and a kid. I was confused. I went outside, it was a huge hallway. I took a peak through a tiny door, and it was a playground for kids. There was the guy whom Diego thought was Gerardo; he had some resemblance but it wasn't him. We had a short conversation, he said something about being here to rock climb. I went back to my room and realized there was a club inside the hotel. We went to line-up. The club was a huge steam room, and everyone was using swimwear. We got changed and lined up again. I saw Koji further up the line and hoped to run into him inside to catch up. The place where we were lining up was dark and steamy, and we could see the lights inside the club as it had glass walls, but were covered with steam. It was mostly house music and most people seemed to be on drugs; I wanted to get drunk but not too fucked up as we were leaving the next day.
Met a man who was wearing a suit and a rainbow afro. Was a vivid dream but no lucid because I was a bit lax and impatient with clearing my mind. Nor was I fully relaxed as I should have been. Will try again during the next nap.
Since starting back in my lucid dreaming practices a couple of weeks back, I've recalled quite a few dreams, almost one every night, barring a few days, but I've yet to put any of those in here. With that being said, here's this morning's, in which I recalled two pretty sparse fragments and one non lucid dream. My dad was insistently questioning me about shower curtains. Literally all I've got on this one. What could it mean? Are the shower curtains symbolic of the walls we put up around ourselves? 6deep8me. I was in a very ritzy looking cafe, enjoying a cup of coffee and browsing my phone, looking at various pictures of a girl I thought was cute. Again, just a fragment. Unlike the strange nature of that first fragment, however, this dream had a nice, fluffy, happy feeling to it. Now, for the actual full non-lucid: I was in some sort of ruins, and could see a sort of heads up display that looked like No Man's Sky's HUD. Lately, it seems like NMS has worked its way into my dreams in subtle ways. I was exploring these ruins on some sort of vague quest, gathering up materials and items. Eventually I found my way into a big building, which looked like something straight out of the game The Witness. It even had a similar puzzle inside of it that I was required to solve. Floating above the ground was a chrome-colored monolith with a red tree insignia on it. Touching the monolith made it dive into the ground, and several huge, red trees sprouted up around me. A river of orange-ish colored water began flowing between the crevices in the floor. How would I solve this puzzle? Unfortunately you get the cliffhanger that never ends on this one, as that's all I can remember.
So I believe this dream was mostly based on the video game called Heavy Rain, for those who have no knowledge of the game, this is the summary : As a child goes missing, his father tirelessly works to rescue him, while a journalist, an FBI agent, and a private detective try to identify his kidnapper known only as the "Origami Killer". So this is my dream... First person point of veiw : The first thing I remember was opening my eyes to rain. I looked around my surroundings and I was in some sort of park, I think it was the evening or early morning because it was raining super hard and it was cloudly but yet it was bright? But anyway I walked around the area to find something to make this dream forward, that's when I heard yelling. I couldn't hear exactly what the yelling was saying but I followed the sound. I came to a deserted road where a guy was wandering around yelling the name, "Shaun." I stood there for a bit wondering why this guy's voice and that name seem so familiar. Then I realized that it was from the video game I had recently played 'Heavy Rain' I remembered now that this guy was named Ethan, and he was looking for his son Shaun who had gone missing and was probably taken by the Origami killer. After realizing this, I ran after Ethan. "Ethan! Ethan! Wait up, I know about your son!" After saying that. he stopped and turned to me. He looked at me frantically. "Who are you?! And what do you know about my son?!" He yelled as he grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down, I know you don't know me but I do know you and I know who the origami killer is." I said. Ethan started to say something until we heard sirens and a motorcycle. That's when a motorcycle stopped beside us and Madison(another game character/Ethan's friend) started to yell at Ethan. "Ethan get on! The cops think your the origami killer and they're after you!" Ethan looked at me and start to get on the motorcycle. "Wait! Ethan I know everything! You need to listen to me!" But they both ignored me and drove away, I tried to chase after them but it was no use, I stopped to think, I knee that Ethan wasn't going to listen to me so I had to find someone that will. then I remembered about the FBI Agent(didn't remember his name in the dream) who believe Ethan wasnt the killer. I waled around in hope of him popping up somewhere but I couldn't find him. I ended up at some sort of casual resturant and when I went inside I saw two people I was hoping to avoid, Scott Shelby(Another Game character/Private Dectective/Origami killer) and Lauren(Another Game Character/Scott Shelby's Friend) I knew I had to keep it a secret that i knew who the killer was from Scott, so I tried to play it cool. I walked up to them and made it seem like I knew Lauren. I told her if we could talk privately in the restroom and she didn't disagree ( surprisingly) I told her to get away from Scott because he was the killer and I explained all the details and stuff and she believed me. We made a plan to say were are leaving to 'catch up' and leave, then go find the FBI guy. When we walked out the of girl's bathroom, Scott was waiting for us right outside the door. 'I wonder if he heard us.' I thought. "Scott, Alma and I are going to leave, we need to catch up on some old times and stuff, you understand right?" Lauren said to Scott. Scott gave us a bug smile and said, "That's fine, I can give y'all a ride, it'd be rude to leave girls to walk in this weather." "No, That's okay, my apartment isn't that far." I Lied. "It's no trouble, come on." Scott said while walking to his car. We got in the back seats, something felt really weird. "So Scott, what do you do?" I asked. "I'm a private detective, but I guess you already knew that." He said in a cold tone. "huh?" I said. "You know, I wonder how a kid like you, figured it out so quickly." He said. That's when I though, 'Shit. He knows that I know.' that's when I tried to frantically open the doors. The next think I know we come to a stop at some deserted place I didn't recognize, Scott gets off the car and I turn to Lauren. "Okay Lauren, this is what's going to happen, your going to run while I district Scott." I said. she looked at me with tests in her eyes, "Where do I go?" she asked. I looked around and studied my surroundings, there were 5 abandoned warehouses, I knew one of them, Shuan was in there trying to survive from drowning and I had to figure out which one, by just looking at them. so I remembered how the warehouse looked like, it was white rusted with broken glass skylights on top, and there was a catwalk type machine above the warehouse that crushed garbage. After I saw that one warehouse I told her to run to that one and to call 911. She asked, "With what phone?! I don't have one!" I patted my pants in hope to find one and thankfully I did. 'Really?! I had a phone this whole time?' I thought. I gave the cell phone to lauren and told her to hide it. Scott came back to the car and he was fiddling with something, I decided to taunt him, in hope of making this dream move forward. "So 'Scotty'..." He flitched at this name, "...are you going to kill us?" He said nothing. "I get why your doing all of this but its just sad.. how your poor bother told you to live on and your just stuck in the past. You should just move on." He took out his gun and aimed it between my eyes. "How do you know what my brother said?! who are you?!" He said in a stern voice. I Smiled. "Like you said just a kid who figured it out, and who knows more about you then even you do." His hands shook with anger. While he was distracted with me, this gave Lauren the chance to run out of the car. Scott tried to go after her but I quickly tackled him to the ground. He threw me off and took out his gun , I thought he was going to shoot me but he shot Lauren in the head, he fell to the ground and he laughed. "LAUREN!!!" I yelled. My eyes teared up, but mostly I was feeling angry. Scott turned to me and started to point the gun at me. "Sorry it has to end this way, but you shouldn't have stocked your nose where it doesn't belong." I grabbed a rock and threw it at Scott's face, it hit him in the eye and I ran for it. For some reason there was a huge playground so I ran to the top of it. (knowing that Scott was on the heavy side, he would have trouble fitting through the nooks and cranies of the playground) I tried to test my water bending in the rain, but it didn't work. 'Great. One of those dreams' I thought. "Come down here, and I'll make your death fast and painless!" Scott yelled. "In your dreams!" I yelled back. I remembered the phone, and looked to where Lauren's lifeless body was laying and saw the phone lying next to her, I had to find a way for Scott to get on the playground so I can have time to run and get the phone to call for help. "Hey Scotty, did you feel helpless watching your brother drown? You should have tried harder to get your dad to help." I teased. "Shut up!" he yelled. "Maybe you should have tooken your dads beer so he would have chased after you, no?" I continued. He growled and started to make his way up the play ground. "Awh, is someone mad? You know who should be mad? your brother, because you couldn't save him. you failed him. your dad wasn't the one who failed, you were" Scott started to yell and ran towards me, I dodged his attack and made him hit the pole behind me. I Jumped off the playground and headed towards the cell phone, I got to the cell phone and for surprisingly, the FBI guy's number was on the phone, I called it and he picked up. "Hello?" he said. "FBI guy! okay listen carefully, my name is Alma Cross and Scott Shelby is the origami killer, I need help so find this location now and hur-" *Bang* I was shot in the arm. "f*ck!" I yelled. I dropped the phone and started to run, I didn't need to look to know who shot me. I was scared and I need to find a place to hide until the police get here. The only place I could think of was the playground, it was super huge and I knew there had to be someplace in there to hide. I found a little place between some huge poles under the stairs. I didn't hear any foot steps anywhere. I looked at my arm and saw that I was bleeding through my long sleeve. It was so quiet I thought I was safe, but then a hand grabbed me, it was Scott. "Really? you thought you could hide?" he said. "No, I just needed to catch my breath." I said back. With that I hit him in the face and while he was stunned I kicked the gun out if his hand, the gun flew and fell into the holes of the playground. We fount for a bit, both if us throwing punches, and kicks, but knowing him from the game I knew his strengths and skills were far more advance then mine. I was losing painfully, the beatings kept coming and when it finally stopped I could not move. Scott got up and walked away for a second, I tried to use my strength to crawl away or something but I was to weak. I only got a few inches away until a foot stepped on my head. I struggled for a bit until I heard a *click* of a gun. "D-do you really think your going.. to get away with this?" I struggled. I heard him laugh. "I Already Have." *Bang!* *Bang!* *Bang!* I heard. I opened my eyes expecting blood surrounding my body, but no. I looked up to see 3 bullet holes in Scott Shelby. He looked shocked but yet tears weld up in his eyes. His body fell next to me and I tried to get up quickly. I Sat up slowly and looked to see the FBI guy come towards me. He kicked the gun away from Scott's hand and checked his pulse, then he turned to me, "Are you okay?" he asked. I Nodded. (I couldn't say words, I was starstrucked, he was my favorite character in the game) "The rest if the force and paramedics are in there way, your going to be okay" he said with a smile. I shook my head, and stood up. "No, we need to go save Shaun, I know his location, he doesn't have much time left!" I yelled. "Okay, you are injured, we'll handle this." he said trying to sit me down. "No, you don't get it, shuan only has 10 minuets left!"(where that number came from? I don't know I just said that in my dream) "we need to go now!" I yelled. He gave me that, 'shit let's go' face. The next think I know we are in that one warehouse, and I guess we saved Shaun because Ethan was hugging him and the cops were all there and I was sitting next to Ethan and shuan. "Thank you, thank you so much" Ethan told me. I Smiled at him and got up, FBI guy cane up to me and said, "Hey, you did good work, you were really brave, you saved Shaun's life." I smiled sadly, "But not Lauren's... she didn't deserve this." He just sighed, "You did what you could, that's more then doing nothing." he reassured me. Then he saw my shot wound that I sloppily wrapped with a piece of my shirt, and my other injuries. "You need to go to the hospital!" he panicked. I looked at my arm. "Nah, I'm fine really, I can't even feel it." I sai, but that's when my body started to stagger, I fell forward but thankfully FBI guy caught me. "We need a medic!" he yelled. (I felt my self slowly waking up) "It's okay, I'm going to leave, but I'm glad that I helped." I said. I remember hearing the FBI guy yelling, "Alma! Stay with me. Medic hurry up! Alma, Stay awake, stay with me" and the last thing I said before waking up from this dream was, "Bye bye, FBI guy." This was one of my intenst dreams, it actually scared me a bit, but it was fun to go along with it, and I even met my FBI guy (*_*) He's so badass! If you need more background information about heavy Rain the game, then look it up, if you got question please ask me. well until next time! Bye~
It was midnight. I was watching TV, there was a movie about a girl that died and returned as a ghost, then tried to reclaim her lost life. It was really interesting, I couldn't stop watching it.
Key: Notes Non-Lucid Half-Lucid Lucid Nightmare TDM GUN GAME My Father was playing Gun Game on Black Ops 3, the order of the weapons was different. After my Dad finishes his match I go on the Xbox One and play. I find out this is a Team Death Match version of Gun Game. Had some other dreams on the tip of my tongue but I forgot.
Night of August 20, 2016. Saturday. I am in an unknown area, but which strongly seems to be the area near the fictional New Moon Drive In from a Huckleberry Hound story. I am not sure how this wonderful childhood impression so clearly comes to me after all these years, but it has happened a number of times previously. There is a very strong happiness permeating my dream for a time. Eventually, I am aware of the Freakies from Freakies Cereal, although there are additional creatures which appear quite different than the original characters. Each one is a different color (including purple, pink, and cyan) and about half my height. One is an octopus-like creature but his limbs are truncated to where they seem more like suction cups or extended “craters” all around his spherical body. Another creature is like an octopus as well but his thin tentacles have numerous additional thin tentacles coming out of them evenly all down the side, the effect somewhat like minimal plant roots. At one point we stand on the roof of an unknown building (possibly meant to be the Rose Street building) watching the sky for Mister Sandman. All this time, “Mister Sandman” (by the Chordettes) seems to be playing. However, the other words are not distinct and the song seems to actually be about the “real” Mister Sandman arriving, possibly by rocket. I wander about in what resembles a fairground setting and there is a nice sense of timelessness and “being in the right place”. Eventually, Huckleberry Hound is seen on the roof of the New Moon Drive In in his crashed rocket (though there had been no focus on any actual crash). He looks about as if puzzled. A number of people approach the building with low-level crowd noises and a positive sense of wonder. I cross a street to see what is going on. I thought this was a wonderful and nostalgic experience. I was semi-lucid throughout most of it though remained passive regardless of the presence of the weird ugly Freakies. I thought it included a very nice “failed flight waking transition” event, a very common waking metaphor (a far more detailed extension of the primary biological waking function). Although I have not included a “water induction” tag, there is an association as the song “Moon River” has the lyric with “my huckleberry friend“ (though obviously not connected to Huckleberry Hound).
This is a recurring dream I have, but haven't had in a while...But with a twist I realise afterwards that I am rewriting dream, to give myself another chance every time I get stuck. At last minute I find out I need to get class ready for big performance, this time its xmas play. I have zero time and as a result my mind is fairly paralysed with fear/dread. It is a Friday and I get a reprieve till Monday for me to think up a plan. The weekend evaporates and it is Monday morning leaving me with more or less the same dilemma. I have one lesson before show time. I waste the time talking to Ed who is doing last minute rehearsals with his class. So I change the dream and go back to day start again. I waste the time worrying this time about what number to do with the class. So I go back in dream to lesson start again. This time I decide on a number that they already know, twinkle twinkle little star, LOL. I realise that there needs to be a musical element. I decide on kids using sleigh bells for that and check this is ok for performance with S in staff room. I then have to go back again in dream. This time I get kids to listen to twinkle, twinkle and sing it while they are doing their work as in lesson they are supposed to be working. I imagine being caught by management. I decide that the number is going to be a bit tame and go back again in the dream. This time I include playing a electric guitar for twinkle, twinkle little star. Realise there is not enough time for this and at last decide on a final version, which is to use a tape of a guitar playing near the end of the performance. Phew!
+(f) (vague, impression) work, large buildings +(f) guys tossing small glass vials from shelves into the air and swinging at them with baseball bats + I'm looking up at the top of my instrument and I notice the 2nd to the last key hole is entirely uncovered, the key mechanism seems to have fallen inside the tube! I'm trying to figure out what happened, I won't be able to play the lowest notes + (long, vivid) lying on bed in (4th grade?) classroom start of school day, chart on wall with recycling terms, boy rolls over me I grab him with both arms an roll with him, 2 boys on counter are reading the chart with me; French class, huge pronunciation char on wall, I read several of the (nonsense) words out loud with French pronunciation. In house lying on bed, I'm visitor no my house, father (big guy) comes in with a huge pacifier in his mouth (WLAT moment, "Whoa/WTF! Look at that!), he takes it out and holds it up against a vent in the ceiling which looks like a large round sprinkler-style showerhead which is a vacuum sucking air out, the pacifier flattens against the surface of the vent from the pressure of the air moving out, this is I know to sanitize the pacifier. I'm telling the tale of my trip back to school, saying how I was reading the charts, and the mother is saying "Oh! Oh, how wonderful, Oh, that's great, Oh!" to everything I'm saying (I just hear her she's not visible). Boy on 2nd floor hallway putting on a bright blue full-body condom (more like a garbage bag) over his head (it drapes down his entire body to the floor, I think that won't be a very comfortable experience, and I think it's hilarious) with the help of his mother, his (ahem) gets bigger (baguette, french bread), I start feeling myself the lubricant inside as if I was wearing it. I think the Then downstairs his dad is naked (but not erect) and his wife says "Oh this was just an excuse to get naked with me!" Then their "daughter" comes home, she's older like late teens or early 20's, she's staggering and has a glazed expression on her face, to me it's clear that she's completely smashed, the mother notices then and hovers over her saying "Oh, what's wrong, what's wrong, baby!?". Then the father starts speaking in a super basso-profondo voice, so deep that it's almost impossible to understand what he's saying. He's talking about the planning of a party, and says to the drunk "daughter", whom he calls "Debbie," and at this point I realize she's a fake daughter, like an actress, not a real one, because of the name change, that she can come to the party only if she doesn't bring her drunk/loser friends. Then I get the feeling that the entire think was like a show I was partially participating in: my view now is inside a medium-sized theater in the 1950's, my perspective is from the left side (looking out) of the stage looking into the audience. I see people, particularly women, are dressed in the 1950's style. The theater is about 40-50% full, there are ample empty seats around but it's still a decent-sized crowd. Down front in the right-middle section is a large man with short dark hair, a chiseled look, wearing jeans, also like a 1950's "tough guy". Then I'm seated in the section near that guy, but facing back up towards the rear of the theater. The actors from "The Munsters" appear in the aisle by me and walk down, first the Herman guy comes and sits right next to my on my left, I immediately hold out my hand and shake his hand, then the other actors huddle standing around me, and I touch each one of them, and I say, I've touched 2 famous people in 2 seconds! <touch another one> I've touched 3 famous people in 3 seconds! <touch another one> I've touched 4 famous people in 4 seconds! Then I look to the left and there are some women actors there and I say "...in 11 seconds!" Then all of their faces are pushed up right into mine our cheeks, etc. are touching, I'm wondering a bit about my breath and there's some removal tooth partial in my mouth that isn't seated correctly.
I'm at some unfamilar beach with a single small building and natural rock structures that have an opening through to the water. I am some sort of guard using a fake name and I am sitting on the side of some serious conflict in the building. There was some sort of argument and I remember feeling tense like this was a matter of war and I was in the presence of enemies. I sat next to some other similarly dressed people who seemed to be on my side. Then I left and became myself. I was with band and it was familar, at least two people and the director were. the rest were just a mass. We are in uniform and I want to take part in the "parade" (we are assembled at the opening, west of the singular building) but I am lacking a harness, white shirt, and coat. The white dress shirt is not a part of the uniform IWL. Seeing as I am unable to participate, I set the drums down (God knows how I was holding them up) and set off to find the "color guard shower". whatever that is. I remember hearing the sound of a shower growing stronger (voices too? unclear) and ending up in a curving passageway with a slight ascension. I am somehow aware I am still near the band despite said passage being invisible earlier (abstract space, DS). I only really remember coming into the end of it (I'm assuming there was a beginning) and it had cracks of light in the ceiling. The light would suggest sunlight but the passage was far too bright to be hidden from the sun and the cracks seemed to be beams. I think I woke up shortly after seeing these beams.
At first I'm at work, Lowe's. Walking the one aisle that is mine It's a huge mess and I'm offended that some stupid person has wrecked it and that I have to clean up after them. Then I realize that the PSAs are doing a reset, and for some absurd reason we're selling mattresses now. I look at the bay, unsure what to do with it now. Why are the mattresses even HERE? Why are there pillows scattered everywhere? Do I clean them up? Or wait until the reset is done? Then I am in my childhood home in Blackstone MA. It's the latest hour of the night, the house is dark, and I'm looking down at a random assortment of objects on a dresser top. I think about returning the ring to my ex, like he has asked, and feel a very distant, cold pain when I realize he is dead and has been for a few weeks. (The dead part, isn't true, at least.) And, returning the ring is no longer an issue, I feel relieved and also guilty for feeling better, that I don't have to think about it anymore. Seamlessly the story changes, it isn't only that he is dead but that he never existed, and I'm the only one who remembers. It seems so sad to me that I'm the only one. I can't be the only one, can I? Who remembers him? I think about our dog, and wonder who has been taking care of him in my ex's absence. I should pick him up. He'll be sad now, that my ex is gone, I suppose he'll have to make do with me. I'm in the hallway of the house. But I'm not myself. It's a really absurd Fringe crossover. I pass a man who makes a grab at me, I feel completely insane because he's trying to convince me that I'm wrong. That the person I believed existed wasn't even real. . In the show Fringe, Olivia Dunham had a niece, Ella. I hear her talking in my head like someone has mentioned a person to her. "Aunt Liv? Who is that?" She asks. Of course she doesn't know me, but it hurts all the same. I twist free of the man making a grab at me. I see myself in third person and for a moment I'm Olivia. He's certain that I'm insane, because I think Olivia Dunham existed, when no one else remembers her. It seems so sad, that everyone should forget. It's a sharp, perfect pain in my chest. I twist free, making a run for the stairs leading to the front door. I know she's real, I can't have made her up. I rarely analyze dreams when I post them, but I suppose this makes sense...after the fact. In the show, something similar happens to one of the characters, a timeline is erased along with one of the main characters. Olivia's belief that he once existed is enough to pull him from the ether into existence. So. That I see myself in third person, as Olivia and also the person believing she existed when no one else remembers...makes a sort of sense. People forget about me all the time. And just like the DCs, they don't even realize they're doing it.
Updated 08-21-2016 at 04:35 AM by 54746
I was in the middle of a city, still daylight but turning dark. I was being chased by a angry mob of people. They wanted to lynch me for some reason, no idea why just kind of got dropped into the shitty situation.. While running from the mob I became lucid. They were closing in on me and I wanted to test some lucid powers out. I was standing in the middle of a street and decided to merge with the road and become part of it using it as a disguise. I didn't know if I could turn myself into the road but I tried. I melted into the road and became part of it. The mob ran right past me, it worked perfect. I emerged from the road into my normal form. A new crowd of people came up to me impressed with my powers but they seemed to know all about it. I asked them if I could use this ability anytime...they said yes but it would only work when I wasn't dreaming from now on. I asked if I were to be hiding as the road and a car drove over me would I be harmed...they said yes but it would be worth the risk. I agreed and somehow convinced myself this really would carry over to real life and would be a useful power. A woman then started emerging from the street like I did but she was naked and had pieces of the road stuck to her skin. She got stuck in the concrete, bent over in a compromising position. The new crowd told me she was a evil person who was a threat to my powers and everyone else. This is dark but they said in order to keep my power and stop her for good I had to force myself on her sexually. I said no I'm not doing that. They said I had to and besides it was just a dream no one was really going to be hurt. This made sense to me in the dream so I did it while the crowd cheered me on until I woke up...shaking my head thinking how messed up that was.
Updated 08-21-2016 at 03:11 AM by 81263
I saw my old (long-dead) cat Sylvester. However, I was very small, maybe 10 centimeters (3 inches). My very own cat tried to kill me. It bit me in the shoulder (I wasn't so small anymore, but my cat was definitely size of a tiger compared to me). It didn't really hurt. I had a great Deus Ex-themed dream last night (that's a video game by Eidos Montreal/Square Enix). It was set in the Mankind Divided universe. I was sitting on the floor in a dilapidated building, together with a group of augmented people. Presumably somewhere in the ghetto, or hiding from the government. Our "leader", or at least the alpha male of the group, was standing up in front of us. He was a real douche, and a loudmouth. He may or may not have been a terrorist. He was spewing hate speech, and at at some point, I had a disagreement with him. He got very hostile, and said I was banned from the group and had to leave. He said I wasn't really "one of them". I pointed out I had a synthetic implant in the back of my skull, connecting to my spine - but this was an implant I got as result of an injury - not a performance-enhancing aug. He said he knew, but it wasn't good enough. I spoke up so the whole group could hear it. I said that I would happily cut off my arm and replace it with a cybernetic one to prove my loyalty. The others started started speaking up, and I felt the atmosphere in the room change from silent obedience to outright rebellion. Our fight heated up, and I got in his face and yelled something. Feeling the crowd had turned against him, he slowly backed away and vanished.
Terrifying nightmare. I was in the garden of our old house. It was dark. I saw silhouettes in distance (it's a pretty big garden). I had enough of being afraid, and charged in - loudly screaming. But I hesitated. I came up with the excuse that maybe it wasn't necessary. I ran away again, but my fears manifested a creature that chased my out of the garden, onto the street. I looked back, and to my terror it was still chasing, coming straight for me. It was humanoid, but with unnaturally long arms. Like Slenderman, but not as tall and far scarier because it moved fast. So fast. The moment it was about to "get" me, I woke up in sheer terror.
I have notes of a "swamp", a "woman swimming", and "crocodiles". I remember none of it, except the crocodiles. Dream took place in my old family home again. My phone buzzed in my pocket (allegedly, I remember nothing, these are old notes). My dad was upstairs. In the dream, I think he was installing (or had already installed) a fixed air conditioner unit. I could hear the annoying sound. In reality, it as my own crappy mobile AC that I was hearing, and the sound "leaked" into the dream in this form. I think I was on a quay, I think. I came across my old colleagues from my previous previous previous job (Tankpark). We did not split on good terms. I greet them, they ignore me. I was like "okay then", and continued on my way. We were in a garage-like space, dismantling a nuke. Notes tell me Xiaoxi (Chinese lady I know) was somehow involved, but I don't recall how. Heroes' Matt Parkman was there too (no surprise, I had seen actor Greg Grunberg in Star Trek: Beyond the evening before). At some point, Arthur Petrelli showed up and tried to stop us. I ignored him, saying he was dead. Suddenly, he turned out to be an older man called "Manny". I was supposed to know him from the past when he was younger, but didn't recogize him. He argued the world was in terrible shape, and asked us to stop. I convinced him it would only get worse if the nuke went off. We got ready to leave. Matt was interested in a fish bowl with some fish still in it, randomly laying around in the garage. He took it with him. We crawled under the garage door, which was half closed. I felt extremely tired, physically. So did the others, according to my notes. We find ourselves in what looks like an underground parking garage. In the distance, I see armed forced enter from several entrances. Guys in full SWAT gear. I am suspicious. We get on our knees as if to surrender, and I think to Parkman (he's a mind-reader) to get ready to get us out of here if things go wrong. Not sure how he would have done that. He can't teleport.
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