dream fragment

I find it odd that my dreams are becoming more and more confusing. It's almost like a Salvador Dali painting.

As usual I don't know very well where it started. It remember I was, once again, travelling somewhere. I believe I was climbing a mountain similar to one I climbed some years ago, but I'm not sure if it really exists or if it's just a product of my imagination.
The landscape consisted in a lot of underbrush (I don't know if this is the right word to describe it) and was very dry.

Now comes the weird part. I'm in some sort of hut, Vietnam style. Very rustic. No electricity.
I remember I was in a mixture of living room, bathroom and music studio. In there was my father, a friend of mine called Joao D, and although I don't remember the picture, I have the feeling my mother was present in some other room.

I recall I was jamming with some sort of string instrument, and Joao D was playing music from a portuguese band I appreciate, called Men Eater. I remember I told him I only like one song called Lisboa and he became very confused because he told me that song was one of the weakest in his repertoire. He stated that he composed much better than that, and with that I reasoned he was insinuating I didn't know shit about music. I remember I became angry and went to take a bath. I turn the shower on, and suddenly I noticed my new 2 week laptop was at the bottom of the shower and would break down with the water. I even remember the letters in it: Asus EEE 4000H

Next, I wake up on the top of a similar mountain. I was sleeping on a rock near a huge precipice/abyss. I stood still looking at the horizon and saw some buildings far away. I thought it was Porto city, at the North of my country. I only been there once, but I knew it was a little bit different.
I stood up and started walking away. Then, I started to watch myself in the 3rd person as if I'm in a movie. Kind of similar to my last dream. The thing is that, now I'm a very old guy dressed with a lot of old stained rags.
I notice some kids like 100 yards from me, and went there to talk to them. Suddenly they start to attack me, shoving their small bodies against me, using bricks. I thought it was really odd, but then another old guy appears in front of me. I looked at him, as if he was my father, but he looked like Hannibal from the A-Team.



He told me the end was near and that we had to continue our mission. Then I woke up with my alarm clock. Unfortunately I forgot a lot of my dream, since I was in a hurry and didn't had time to write my dream.

This is my second Dream Journal post.

This dream happened 4 days ago and when I woke up I wrote the topics about it so I could write them here. I don't recall much since they are very fragmented.

At first I was at a cinema that was a mixture of an old school amphitheater and a cinema I usually go to, nearby. I remember the place was abnormally big.
At the entrance there was a security guard that was giving each of us a microphone so we could talk to him, in case there was any sort of problem. Weird stuff.

I had my backpack with me, and had the sensation I was on a travel. There were a 5 of friends of mine that I don't want to enunciate here and an unknown woman. One of my friends, let's call her, Anna, got a little bit distant from us for no apparent reason.

The movie we were seeing talked about the life of baby Hawk's that leave in train lines. It looked like some sort of digital simulator or computer game because it was seen in the 3rd person with a fixed camera or something.

Suddenly I'm into the movie and I'm a Hawk, flying in those train lines and trying to get away from train's and train electric wires. I'am caught in one of those wires and get an electric shock. I didn't felt anything.

The next fragment is about beeing in a Hotel near the place I got electrocuted, but now I have my own body again. My group of friends is there again, but I don't recall any unknown girl.
I leave my hotel room and move forward to the Hotel courtyard to play tennis with a friend of mine that we are going to call Antonio. He sees a baby Hawk in a puddle of dirty water, injured. Probably it's the electrocuted one.
He's trying to grab him, but that makes me furious because I believe he's going to hurt the animal. We start to argue and than we start to punch each other badly.
There is great confusion and everyone is overwhelmed by our reaction.
Next, we spot the media coming with there cameras, microphones, vans and satellite dishes, which makes me kind of scared.

I go to the top basement of the hotel, which is strangely old. There is a bar there where all my friends and other people make presence, and everyone looks at me with a lot of despise duo to my radical reaction.

And that's it. One more step towards lucid.