Dream Logs DWN-12

Created Friday 12 October 2018

Quite a bit to note. Unfortunately, tension made it difficult to retain details.

Scrap Group 1
Doing some kind of GTA type burglary job with an unknown partner. Our mark was in some rundown apartment room. We didn't even bother with subtlety, merely breaking in while the owners (a couple heavily into gang culture, but obviously not part of one themselves) were still around. We did, however, have access to cloaking devices. I searched the place while my partner cowed the owners into giving valuables, but we could find nothing of interest. Later, I almost strangled the woman there to death to keep her from doing something. Cut to us driving around urban streets in a trashy old sedan. While cutting through a park, we get trapped in a wide road barricade. Soon, a police cruiser cut us off, and we were arrested immediately. A display indicated that a lot of loot from previous runs were confiscated, though only those that implicated us to those thefts.

Walking around a lakeside park at night. I hear and sing a song from the 70's 'The Hobbit' movie.

In a trading pavilion in the old west. Merchants from the Middle East somehow made it all the way there. I talk to a Moorish trader, who'd mistaken me for an Arab. I did claim to partially speak the language (I don't). He, for forgotten reasons, compares my skin color to that of a painting of a clay building and statue.

Many false awakenings in a hotel room. I get aware in one of them, where I flied around briefly, but couldn't get past a balcony.

Watching some cartoon. Terry Bogard from Fatal Fury asks a swole mercenary for help, but is refused. Cut. I'm walking down the poorly lit spiral staircase of a narrow medieval tower. I'm carrying around my niece over my shoulders. At a lower level, we cross MCU Thanos, who was in a heated argument with some other fictional character. The two then get into a brawl. I rushed my niece downstairs as fast as I could.