In the earliest part of the dream I can remember well, I’m with a group of people from work. We’re in a house rather than an office, a mostly empty one that’s not in the best condition and which strikes me as reminiscent of somewhere in the past (it's not a vague memory in the dream – rather, my waking self can’t pin it down to anywhere familiar). There’s something in the way everything is happening that suggests we’re maintaining order in the midst of a chaotic situation and extemporizing as necessary. Some disaster has struck the world – although it seems less like this is the aftermath than that it was so bad that what remained of humanity actually had to flee to some sort of parallel dimension. Kate, the director, tells us we should all go outside to see something. Stepping out of the house, I can see what looks like a large town square across the street, round-ish in shape, possibly cobbled. Above the old-fashioned buildings on the opposite side, the sky is turning pink and purple in a certain area. In the middle of it, a black spot appears, clearly visible against the light. I recognize it, as does everybody there: this was what happened before, the thing that came and destroyed the world. But something is different this time: instead of appearing large and far away, the spot now seems to be quite close, in the square itself. Somehow, I know that I can make things turn out differently this time around. I run towards it, the others not far behind. The dark sphere is floating there, too high to jump for but close to a flagpole on the far side. I scale it. The flag, which is dark blue, isn’t flying – rather, it seems to be tied to the pole, and (on later reflection) entirely too large for it. The thing actually looks more like a mast than a flagpole. But I manage to make it up with no trouble until I'm level with the sphere. It’s very small now, smaller than a cotton ball. I reach out and grab it, enclosing it in my hand. The moment I touch it, it changes, becoming material, taking on a definite shape. It has become a key on a keyring. I know what to do now: the keyhole can’t be too far away. I actually find it on the way back down, on the base of the pole. I put it in and turn, and keep turning. And as I do, something is happening to the building closest to the pole: the whole façade is unfolding, revealing a large airplane inside. It looks like a typical jet, but in the dream, it strikes me like something out of another era, concealed here for who knows how long. A dirty, light brown liquid is pooled near the nose. An inner voice that seems to belong to the plane itself tells me that it needs an oil change. I think that it probably needs rather more than that, considering how long it’s been here. But I’m aware that this situation is out of my hands now. It will be others who fix it up and who make use of it somehow to avert disaster. I’ve done what I can. 10.5.20
Morning of March 17, 2020. Tuesday. Dream #: 19,447-02. Reading time (optimized): 3 min. Dream sequence 1 is predictable sleep-wake mediation of emerging liminality stemming from my instinctual recognition that dream state physicality is not real. An imaginary fence defines my skewed perception of potential liminality as a virtual barrier between sleep and consciousness. In this instance of the usual process, my dream incorrectly establishes that it is Halloween (an incidental association with the false identity of the dream state). Another error (to stop waking-life agreement) is that the fence on the west side of our house is not a solid wall. The events occur late at night. At this point, precursory liminality allows for my recall of Zsuzsanna (though the recall we have children initiates later in my dream). Additionally, as a result of the dynamics of this process, I have a viable recall of where I live in waking life (rather than the usual false setting). I am setting up a scarecrow, using some of my clothes, as a Halloween decoration. It is on the inside of our fence near the northwest corner. It is my instinctual analogy of validating my dream state physicality as false but still as a precursor to potential physical discernment. (A scarecrow has occurred as this signification in previous dreams, though statues and dolls are more common.) Dream sequence 2 is further activation of the foundational process as previously described and explained. It stems from physicality becoming a more emergent factor but also inclusive of disguised recall that I have a young daughter. As a result, an unfamiliar black girl (of about seven years of age) stands to the left of the outside of our front gate (from our porch’s viewpoint) where the mailbox is in reality (though it is not present in my dream). (Being near the mailbox location, despite its erroneous absence, is a factor of sleep-wake communication or, assuming enigmatic space is overlapping into my dream space, transpersonal communication, probably from our daughter.) She aggressively shakes the vertical bars of the fence, making an incredible racket. I tell her to stop, but she continues. “I’m going to get my gun,” I say through our open front door, though I am not serious. I want the unknown child to go away even though her presence is the result of deliberate summoning to vivify my dream, which it does, exponentially. (A gun is typically the result of the fictitious dream self attempting to maintain an illusion in contrast to the reticular activating system initiating, which is otherwise the natural progression of sleep-wake transitioning.) The child does not leave. I turn left to ask Zsuzsanna where the gun is. (Zsuzsanna sleeps on my left.) I have the false recall that I own a gun and that it might be on the DVD player (association with imagination, correlating with watching movies). The girl eventually leaves but comes back with her father. Dream sequence 3 establishes that emerging liminality changes the direction of my dream. The girl and her father are in our lounge room. At first, I see it as an intrusion. My dreaming status resets and loops with different events five times. In the third loop, there are about five members of the girl’s family entering our home, including her mother and an older sister. I am puzzled and ask them how they are doing this. One of them points at the outside of our front door, and I see that there is a silver key in the door’s barrel lock. Still, at this point, my dream has reset again, and the family is only now arriving on our porch. Suddenly, I recall that I have a young daughter (which eventually unlocks recall I have additional children). I think she might like to meet the unknown girl. I no longer see the people as intruders even though I did not ask them in. I look around, but I cannot find her. I ask family members where she is. Dream sequence 4 is the fourth form of liminality mediation when the unnamed man sits down on our couch to watch television. I notice that, as he is sitting down, a much older man than him on the television screen is sitting down, mirroring his actions, though he has a white beard while the man in our lounge room has no beard. I find this amusing, but I do not comment on it. The man on television, with his short white beard, correlates with my waking-life identity, triggering my waking. Overall, this is the same preconscious template as in thousands of previous dreams.
Non-lucid – Notes – lucid – Interpretation “Imprinting a tiger” In the dusk I find myself walking into a garden. Et is elongated and narrow and towards the end there is a house. I look to my right into the hedge. At the grass I see a female duck and below her chest a small duckling that soon meets my eye. As we lock our eyes together the duckling starts a trip out into the uncut grass towards where I am now sat down. Behind it follows it’s mother, trying to establish contact with little luck as it seems the duckling has already imprinted me as its mother. I feel both excited and ashamed. I feel guilty for robbing the duck of the chance to bond with its off spring, but also excited and joyful of my own bonding with the creature. I look down at its little beak and let it push its body against my knees and one of my hands. Then I look up at its mother and try and stroke its chest. It lets me, but with an air of calculative anticipation and scepticism, which makes me apprehensive, if persistent. I then look down again at the duckling. I don’t recognise the absurdity that the creature has now transformed into a miniature Tiger of maybe 10-12 cm in length and is crawling about on my right thigh. When I look up at the mother duck again to explain that I am deeply sorry that I have stolen her chance to bond with her infant. When I look up mother duck is now wearing glasses and a pearl necklace, and quite frankly it would be impossible to describe if she looks more like a duck than a human. She explains “That is OK I had a clutch 3 months ago.” and frankly she sounds relieved. “Travelling in trains with Liv” Fragment: I am standing on a lengthy and wide platform on a train station. It is morning and the lighting foretells of a sunny day, which has yet to breach the foggy clouds above and around. It seems like late spring or summer. I am standing with Liv and we are going somewhere. The conversation we are having is about finding the right train. There is more to the dream, though I recall nothing but this fragment. “Getting to the shore, 4 metal objects in the water” Fragment: I am on the water. The sun is bright and the ocean water which I am on is very bright and lightly blue. Up ahead I see a beach, a wide and almost white sandy beach. I think my Dad is there with me and he asks: “Do you remember us being here?” I look up towards the right and in the distance gaze upon a little island around 50-100 metres from the shore. As the foliage behind the beach the island is covered in lustrous trees and other greenery. I remember this place, I have indeed been here before. (In writing this I recall a dream of way back, perhaps detailed somewhere within this journal. I am in Holstebro, where we throw our family reunions, and as I walk down the forest pathway that in waking life take you to the river in the dream it takes me to a cove. From this cove I rush across the open water to an Island, which is the one I see in this dream.) I jump out in to the water and submerge myself. Light penetrates the surface and everything looks very bright, if blurry beneath. I loose four metal objects I have in my pocket and for a moment worry if I still have my phone in my pocket. I check that it is empty and then sweep the sand below and pull up the objects, where one of them is a key. Then I head for the beach. End of dream/recall
My husband and I were on a vacation together, staying in a hotel that had a creepy manger. He was our age or older, and had a thick head of bushy brown hair and giant dark piercing eyes. He was acting inappropriately towards me, in a very threatening way when no one else could see. At one point I had to go back into the room with a key, to get additional clothing, headphones or earbuds, and [my?] wallet and the creepy manager was there, and I couldn’t find all of the things I needed before I felt like I needed to escape. It was hazy and darkish and I was walking down a small alley/road with my dog and saw I saw another dog behind a fence that looked like her only a different color. I knew they had once known each other, or were siblings, and I wondered if they recognized each other; they seemed to. My husband, creepy manger, one other guy and I were sitting on lawn chairs facing the ocean It was sunny and warm We were watching strange crustaceans and cuttlefish on shore, interacting with one another. At first just one, but then all, began changing colors. Beautiful iridescent sparkling colors that faded into one another. I became lucid when I thought about how strange it was. The dream quality diminished instead of enhancing. The background with the animals froze, and things were dimmer all around. The people around me were still talking. I felt hesitant to fly or do anything too intense because it felt like I was about to wake up. I tried to interact with one and soon either woke up or lost lucidity. I was driving a car with my brother in the passenger seat. The car started sputtering, and my brother gave me a look that said this happens all the time. I pulled over near someones house and parked haphazardly. People came out of the house an accused me of ruining some of their lawn ornaments. I apologized, and a younger woman asked me if I wanted coffee or tea or anything. Thoughts: The hotel part is similar to another dream Ive had recently—having to go back into the hotel rom with a key to get additional items while trying to avoid/not trusting the manger. Hmm. I need things, from an area that is supervised by someone I don't trust. I'll have to think more on this. Im not sure what ocean animals signify...perhaps deep-seated memories or creative ideas? And finally, I am in the drivers seat, although my car breaks down. Of course. I don't feel like the best example for my younger brother perhaps?
Updated 07-10-2016 at 06:04 PM by 91019
Lots of syncs corresponding to something in my dream, so I don't know whether it also symbolises something else, probably D1 - I am at my parents house all is dark, its a wintry morning. I'm wearing a quilted jacket and am in their kitchen then locking up before I go out. I am scared of something unseen a presence/feeling. I double back and check they are a sleep. They're door is closed signifiying they are still a sleep. I take a small steel key to lock the back door, I feel the cold of the key against my fingers and fiddle with the lock, checking and re-checking. This action is slowly waking me up in the dream. As I feel vague stirrings of my consciousness, as if a mist is lifting or becoming less foggy headed. Outside the ground is frozen with a light snow. In the distance I can see children surrounding two cats that appear to be fighting. I preceive that the childtren are in some way encouraging or in some way to blame for the fighting. The cats are jumping into the air as they fly at each other. Two of the children walk in my direction, I am scared and angry at the same time. I finally realise it is a dream, and say to myself are i'm dreaming. I wonder what to do and can think of nothing except to release my pent up emotion by kicking one of the children up the butt. The other child has a funny blue and white, thick woolen jumper and matching woolley hat. He has long fair hair and looks on bemusedly. I remember that I need to stabalise and rub my hands frantically together but then I wake up. [Comment] The action of touching the key in the dream clearly triggered my surfacing from the normal dream state. D2 - Long dream where I am working with another teacher in a large lecture threatre, preparing stuff for later. I am interrupted by a manager who askes where a painting has gone missing. I pretend to look for it, in the hope she'll go away. Similarly, I try and escape from an office later on some pretext or other in the hope of not being found out.
D1 - I had a recurring dream (long term) of being in a large house. The house was incredibly familar though it was not one i've ever been in the waking state. It was a sunny day and the house had a load of rooms all on the ground floor. I was trying to stop someone from getting in, with a great feeling of vunerability. The house had a main front door which was easy enough to lock but the back door which was way back in the kitchen (seemed to remind me of a house from my childhood, my Aunties) had a wooden fairly plain white door. I knew the lock very well and kept trying the small silver key in the lock but it was just turning and not locking it. D1 Part 2 - In the same house in the front room standing with a girl next to a padded red sofa. We are talking about new beginnings and that if you are serious you need to sow your seeds deep. Only then will things be deep rooted and survive the tests of time. So we start a journey down into the depths of some subteranean place, deeper and deeper, it is all very red and purple down there and dark. We eventually get deep enough in that other world and plant our seeds. On return I find that plants? of some kind are growing out of my dna and sprouting from my arms, this is good apparently. Things have taken root at a deep level. D1 Part 3 - In the same room in the house, the girl is gone and a boy is their, I am now on a white sofa talking to him. he has blonde hair compared with her black hair. We are talking about synchronicity. At this point the phone rings, it is a white corded landline. I change my talking voice the sound of the phone making a strange melody then the doorbell rings, it is the girl. And I continue my melody adding the new electronic sound, like a strange magpie to my existing melody. The sound would be very hard to describe lol. but is very clear in my dream, a trill whir of lots of high pitched sounds melded. I see the pattern as a three dimensional shape of many sides, snake like, its sides have shades of white flowing through it. [Comment] I have a great fear of opening up to people but obviously would like people to come into my home and have visitors, if they are safe. It is a lonely existence hiding. I am hoping to make a fresh start and build relationships with people in my life. I see synchronicities everywhere.
Updated 05-20-2016 at 12:35 PM by 89275
Night. I was in a hut. I think it's a pre-lightbulb era. Everything's so dark, and the color theme is the kind of yellow that candles put out at night. I was talking to my sister outside. There's someone inside the hut/house, cooking. Not sure if male or female. We went inside the house. (There's another story here, but I forgot it coz I wasn't able to write the keywords.) Night. I was in our house in our hometown. The gate is locked but can be opened by other keys. We had to guard it carefully and change the lock. Notes: - Slept around 5 p.m. - VERY tired after parkour training - WOke up around 9:36 p.m.
2:30 p.m. I was in a bar. I met three guys. We talked a bit. I was interested in one, but as we were handing out numbers (I think I went around a fence to get to the other two), he went ahead (and I saw him through the fence). It was in a park. I looked for him but he's no longer around. I was able to get his e-mail though so I sent him a message. I was in a hotel. We were there for an event. We went from one floor to another to get to the restaurant. We went through a series of... "tunnels". I don't know why there wasn't any elevator or stairs. Then we had to guess which tunnel door leads to the proper floor. When we reached the restaurant floor (lower), I realized I left my wallet in the car (Who owns it? Is it open? Do I need to get the key?), so I had to go back. I walked around the restaurant first to check out some sweets (I woke up smelling sweets. I think someone cooked.). I had to go back "up" through the tunnel, but I don't know which hole to get in. There was another guy who was looking for it and thought he found it. He was trying to open the door to the "ceiling". I then received a "message" on the lower left corner of my vision (like in Facebook). I then "teleported" to the proper floor, just beside the tunnel hole on the floor, and saw it open and the guy went up. I cheered and said I teleported. He seems happy and so are the other people there (salesladies?). I was with some corporate guys on the stairway, but we're on a high floor, exposed to the elements. The stairs is outside the building somehow. I was thinking maybe I should have gotten a "height" accident insurance (in case I fall). Somehow, we were done with whatever we needed to do at that floor. We went back down the tunnels again, this time going through a rather big and detailed circular (wooden) door. We went there and saw a dead guy on the floor (we're in the parking lot area inside the building, on the higher floors). Somehow, I remember "seeing" the corpse earlier (probably when I was teleporting). There was a groundskeeper/janitor/guard there. I was with the guy (looks nerdy and around middle age). The guard said that he was killed because he has money. Maybe the guy who borrowed money from him killed him. There was also a guard dog. He has a leash, and the guard was holding it. I liked the dog, but then he growled low. I didn't feel fear. I looked at the nerdy guy, and he was shifty. He was afraid of the dog. I'm thinking the dog was just reacting to new, unfamiliar people, but I doubted it (just like I doubted the guard's words about the murder). The nerdy guy moved behind the dog and I followed him. The dog was still staring and growling at the location we left behind. The night is starting to crawl in. I told the guard to release the dog's leash immediately. Then it was dark. I saw the moon somehow through the open spaces outside. The werewolf jumped in from somewhere above us. The dog was barking at it, but couldn't move because his leash is tied to the wall. I "sped up" and removed it from the hook (the leash looks flimsy enough but I didn't/couldn't cut it). Once the dog was released, I put on my claws and faced him together. The alarm sounded, a mnemonic induction technique from LaBerge. I was seeing an area at night, with a McDonald's nearby. I was already lucid. I was also thinking of teeth, somehow, but I was also hearing the induction and paying attention. Then after five minutes, it repeated. Damn stupid alarm. -- NOTES: - I slept around 12:30 p.m. - I slept on my right side. - I was trying to focus on breathing and thoughts before sleeping. - Felt so tired when I slept. - I woke up refreshed, if a bit annoyed at the alarm.
I need to write more of my dreams down in my dream journal, i just go right back to sleep and I can only remember the last dream.. one of my dreams had andrew matthews in it, childhood friend had some others but COMPLETELY FORGOT THEM last dream I was in looked like a school and I was walking around in it. Looked like some sort of combination of the middle school and high school I went to. I remember going into a room full of computers and my friend Anton gave me a key that just looked like a tiny black rectangular prism and he said to use it to get another key from the PC (personal container). So I went looking around outside and went through this cafe and he asked me telepathically or through some earpiece somehow if i found it and I said I couldn't find it so he was gonna come down to show me. By that time I was outside and a bunch of other guys were hanging around. We were in the grass outside of the school and we all decided to go find it. Eventually we found this old abandoned wooden house in the middle of nowhere and the other guys wanted to use the PC to skate all over and Anton said no. We went into the house and looked around and I was following Anton along this incredibly weird and complex second floor pathway that looked like scaffolding except wooden. Then I saw this huge spider web and I asked Anton how he got past it. It was like this huge spiderweb that went in like a sideways pyramid from where I was standing. I didn't want to walk through it so I jumped down to the first floor and there were spiderwebs all over the floor. I tried to leave but my hands started bleeding from the spiderwebs and I finally made it outside the gates of the house where there were no spiderwebs. I think I met some girl outside the gate but I'm not sure, thats all I remember.
This LD was from the morning of 9/13/2013. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #146: Midway I'm a high school student walking around near an open field where a girl is practicing her triple jump. She has an odd technique where she bounces up to the line before taking her first jump, so I copy her. It's amazing! Each jump goes for about 10 feet and I go flying along the field this way. I had no idea technique mattered so much. I walk toward the school, entering a classroom where students are working on art projects. I fall in with a group of people I think that I know and work on cutting cloth into interesting shapes. At the end, I wrap a golden key in cloth and throw it in the garbage, expecting the other students to somehow understand that they're supposed to fish it out. Nobody gets it, though, and suddenly we're all hustled out of the classroom, the golden key still in the garbage. I'm filled with teen angst, upset that nobody understands me. The dream jumps to me outside of the school at night, ready to sneak in and rescue the golden key from the trash. There's some kind of huge event going on, though, and everywhere people are walking freely in and out of the school's front door. I pass by other kids that I (falsely) think I know, as well as lots of well-dressed adults I'm unfamiliar with. As I walk through the school, it becomes a stadium. There's something extremely loud going on in there now and I think that it's a stock car race. I'm thinking this is odd when the scene changes and I find myself outside near the coast. I have to be dreaming. I'm walking with a group of 3-4 other people, at least 2 other teenage boys and at least 1 teenage girl. I recall that I'm not actually a teenager anymore IWL but I feel like I'm still inhabiting the body of my younger self. Off to the right I see a faraway fairground and wonder if it's the same fairgrounds I saw several dreams back. Ahead in the distance I see an aircraft carrier that looks like USS Midway. One of the guys in the group says, "Is that the USS [some word, maybe gallant?]" I correct him: "No, that's the Midway." As we walk toward it, the edges of Midway rock up and down as if she were traveling through very rough seas. I look over to the left and see a hilly landscape dotted with houses. As the houses fall into my peripheral vision, they start turning and rocking as well. I experiment with this by staring at several different houses, as well as turning my eyes back to Midway. Whatever I stare directly at stays still but objects toward the edge of my vision rock gently back and forth. "Do you see that? Do you see the way that everything's rocking, or am I the only one that sees it?" The DCs mutter noncommitally. "What's this like for you?" I ask. I'm planning to question them further about whether they truly "see" things, but the dream fades before I can really get these questions out.
I was at a fair, or amusement park. I was responsible for my own room set up, to have games or sell things..it was part of the military and friends, as a project that i had to do. I can remember fragments. I was on the other side of the park, and there was a girl, my age, putting on a type of suit, apparently she was some type of fighter, like a kick boxer, and she was the best female fighter. But in order to fight, she needed to wear this suit, and she needed a ring or key to complete the suit or else it wouldn't work. She asked me to hurry and find the ring/key and bring it back to her so she can start the event. I ran across the park and found my aunts accounting firm, and standing outside, i met her boss, who had a little wooden box, and inside she had the key, i took it and ran back and gave it to the girl. The next thing i remember: I was in a crowded room with people i knew from all walks of live, past and present, school and military, and i kept floating up (flying) to the ceiling and pushing my hands off the ceiling and floating back down. I was the only one able to do this, and so the people in the room thought i was weird or something. There was an old lady in a black hooded robe in the center of the room behind something of a island desk or counter in the middle of the room. She was very nice to me. And was also not surprised by my ability to float. She was the only person i talked to and she told me that the other people were not as spiritually enlightened as I was and therefore were not able to float like me,. She explained that she was the most enlightened person in the room and i was the second. She took off this mask like thing she had tied around her face, close up as she and handed the tin to me. It was a small metal (tin-like) circular box, with bars across the lid. She wanted me to keep this, and i looked at her, and realized she had no face, but was speaking to me telepathically, her voice just coming from around me, like it was on speaker, but no one else paid any attention. She then exited through a door, i took another look at the thing she gave me, and the string that was tied to it, that held it over her face, trying to make sense of what it was, thinking of how neat it was, and my love for small, antique boxes, and i woke up.
No weed on planes This dream was like watching a movie... There was a man who was supposed to be an undercover cop but every time he confiscated weed from someone he kept it and then tried to sneak it on a plane. The first time he used his cop excuse but the second time he went way over the top. He actually made it a part of his shirt and added real flowers. He looked really ridiculous. Then he got stoned not by smoking the weed but by eating it just before boarding a plane. There was some TSA woman who spotted him and opened a big book pointing to the word 'marijuana'. The next scene he was shirtless and handcuffed to a chair being interrogated. He never tried to use his undercover excuse and was going to go to jail for awhile due to the large amount of weed he was holding. I forget the conversation but he was more worried about what the woman thought of him than going to jail. She acted as if she was touched and began to conciser a relationship with him. I wake up. The Evil Box Another movie like dream but I was more there than just watching. There was some woman. We came back to her van and it had been stripped but they didn't find the large metal key. She seemed worried until she found it. She cared nothing for the van. I remember seeing that key from false memory from my childhood and I thought it must be fate. She open a locker with the key and there is some magical wooden box with black tendrils of smoke coming out. I got the impression that this thing was evil and must never be opened. I felt like the woman was the guardian of the box. There was an evil tribal practitioner of divination watching us in some gazing pool of stagnant murky green water with and evil demonic soul in it. He had to use a special sword to part the water and keep the demonic soul in the water and under control. But something goes wrong and the demon takes physical form and leaps out of the water. It eats the man and begins destroying the ancient stone city. Suddenly I am running for my life while this giant creature brings the world down around me. I am able to get some distance away when I come to a Best Buy store. I hear a deep loud bass beat and get curious. There are some rappers using drum beats to lure the demon in hoping to somehow contain it once again. I wake up.
Updated 05-14-2013 at 02:19 AM by 5967
Home with some people. Before that we were in a school. Then suddenly home. I recognized Castel and a few others. Then one I mistook for Barera was actually Jake. Talked how to fix a clock? A cooking clock-like thing. The food is more delicious. Lico was there. Jake asked if he could buy something. Told him we have to wait. Not sure if I have the key. He said he has. Was surprised mom would trust it to him. Checked key to make sure. Asked Lico if he can "guard" the house. Raincoat. Jake has umbrella. Prepared a raincoat for him just in case. Mall. Bridges. Crossed. Lilibeth(?) us. Andy. Ken-kun was there. Bought him a yellow pad for something. Another guy was there. Was troubled he has white shirt. He said something about a shoot out. I consoled and hugged him. He hugged back then seeming troubled again, he ran out. What happened. Our friends asked. Told them. One guy/gay joked I scored. Punched (or tried?) him for the stupid joke. I was concerned. The others told him off for his tasteless joke.
I was in a ridiculously huge sized complex (easily city-size) on some railroads together with my girlfriend. We jumped onto one of the slow going trains and I even had some sort of seat with me, and we stayed a while driving around the complex. The biggest part we got to see was looking like some concrete desert, with nothing interesting around. After some while we came across the more complex parts and I saw crossing railroads, people and strange rooms. At some point we got down because we didn’t wanted to be seen, but somehow my girlfriend was gone for the moment. I went to one of the rooms, which was sort of like a big open bathroom, with a glass door and walls and individually closed cabins. For any very odd reasons I had the keys for the doors and was doing some senseless stuff around there, locking and unlocking the door a few times in the process. Some of the dudes (a lot bigger than me) seemed to be pissed about the possibility of being locked in there. After some short but actually harmless fight I decided to cancel this shit and killed him with fire, he was pretty much exploding. There was some woman behind me, saying something and the scene was changing a lot, looking back the complex was gone and instead I locked straight into a city in bright daylight. I think some water came rushing in from the left, were the street was going down into the main city I think. The dream didn’t stop there but my recall became pretty hazy. Judging by the city my recall resumed later: I was in a bus or tram sitting on a seat besides the window on the left of the vehicle. There was a girl sitting on the handrail in front of me and my girlfriend right of her. She told me to switch to the free seat on my right, so I did and she leaned back onto me. We both chilled there for a while till the dream faded.
The dream starts with me inside a small house, I walk outside and look around noticing a couple of buildings and a small ramp. The landscape is a dull grey that looks like it could go on forever. Three figures emerge from one of the buildings. The first figue is hunched and has that creepy look about him, while the other two (upon talking to them) seem to be of the stupid sidekick types that obey the first figure. The hunched figure appears to be a friendly man, he tells me I must help him escape. I am slightly confused as to why he would ask such a thing (when he looks like he is free already in the vast expanse of my mind). However I accept to help the man thinking there would be no harm in doing so. After performing a number of tasks, I grow a suspicion for the man thinking why I need to do so many actions that are supposedly ment to help him escape. He talks in a expectant and exited manner the more I do, much like the way a villan plots his next evil scheme. When he leads me to the top of one of the buildings, the man holds out a key, dangling it over the side of the building looking at me curiously. He says how thankful he is of me doing these things for him and that this will be the last thing needed to help him escape. But then he starts to re-think the final task saying how I am incapable of doing something drastic, like catching this key. For some reason I feel compelled to say that I can (possibly out of stubborn pride). The man smirks and drops the key off the side of the building. While reaching out towards the key I slip off the edge but manage to grab it in time, landing on top of a car at the base of the building unharmed. The man shouts from the bulding top "I knew it was too much of a challenge!". I reply "I did it!", he looks confused for a moment before saying "I knew you could!" and reaching me at the bottom of the building near the car. I look to my side and notice an object much like a plate of metal with a keyhole carved into it. I ask the man what it is but his only reply is "Nothing to worry about, now " he stops when he notices me closing my eyes before continuing "No! Don't wake up! Come back!!". I wake up from my dream. During this dream I was semi-lucid, meaning I was aware I was dreaming but felt a strange need to follow the dream plot.
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