I remember having a conversation with Heroes character Mohinder Suresh. I noticed he looked younger than he should, so I assumed I was in the past. I was sleeping (in a bed, obviously) in a room I didn't really recognize. At some point, my whole family walked by (mom, dad and possibly brother). They're standing by the window, looking outside. I join them, and see an airplane doing cool stunts. I want to grab my phone to take pictures, but to my anger I cannot find it! I saw a speech of President Obama, on a grassy lawn somewhere (not the White House). He suddenly spoke a few sentences in French. Although he spoke slowly, his pronunciation was spot on. I was impressed. I was with a couple of colleagues from the job I just got fired from. Our shift leader (Peter Bosmans) was with us. We were in a garage. The idea was, I think, to kill ourselves. I don't recall how. We'd kill each other one by one, with some kind of poisonous injection. I felt it was better to keep living, so I told them this. They didn't seem to have a problem with it, though I did think that if I was to survive, I would have to kill the last of them. Long dream. I was in a company HQ of a biotech company. There was a zombie outbreak. There was a guy in front of me. He looked pale, and his skin somewhat slimy. He was still lucid/aware. As I feared, he could not contain it any loner and attacked me. I fled, down a ladder? I waited, and prepared my chainsaw. It was a rather small chainsaw but whatever. He popped up, and I chainsawed him. In another scene I was swimming in a dark, half submerged part of the building. I had to dodge mines. I did this by swimming over them so quickly, that the explosions came too late and I could get past unhurt. In another scene I witnessed another man trying to escape the building. He came running out of a room on fire (both him, and the room). Later on, we found ourselves in a first-floor lobby. Large windows overlooked a sort of elevated yard with flowers and stuff, and then the plaza below, and the streets beyond. Reaching the main entrance below would require us to navigate more zombie-infested corridors, so I broke the window and wanted to escape by climbing down. In the yard, I saw a kid. He was dressed pretty poshly, and spoke in a British accent. He said it wasn't allowed to walk through the yard, and I think he wanted to ask his supervisor for permission. I ignored him, this was an emergency. We evacuated the building. On ground level, I walked with the others past the building and saw the company name: Ichor Therapeutics. This is a real company, lead by someone I know in reality. I doubted for a second. I felt like I had to go back in, as there were still many people lost and trapped inside the building.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 It was night. I was riding in a car with a group of people. I sat in the backseat, on the passenger side. We were driving through a neighborhood full of buildings that looked kind of like houses, but were more like apartments. They were thin and tall, with three or four floors. Each floor was like its own apartment. We drove past blocks and blocks of these houses. We were also driving really fast, passing all the houses at an incredible rate. We went up and down hills. Some of the hills we passed over seemed to have these house-like apartments set into them. As we passed the side of one of these buildings, a woman, either in my head or in the car, told some weird story about how she'd accidentally dialed 911 on her phone and then left the phone alone. The girl was some kind of hot girl, and she lived with a couple other hot girls. Apparently all the girls thought they were going to get in trouble. But they also thought the whole thing had been some kind of prank that another girl had played on them. We now blasted through a neighborhood full of these houses. But as we did, we seemed to lift up onto a ramp. It lifted us over what looked like two or three different levels of these blocks of tall, thin house-apartments. As we drove along, the levels of housing blocks began to appear more like floors in a gigantic shopping mall. It was like we were driving along a balcony walkway in the mall, one that took us across the center of the open space made by the balconies projecting out from the walls. I saw all of this as if I were positioned backward in the car. But soon it was like I was in the front of the front seat, looking back beyond the people in the front and back seats. Then it was like the car we'd been in was gone. The people who'd been in the car were probably also gone now. I could see all the way down to the first floor of the mall. I saw that the mall's floorplan was built with a circle at its center. From this circle, the mall branched off into four separate shopping areas. They must have been corridors full of stores. But all I could see was that the areas each began with one huge store. The back section, which was, apparently, where we'd come from, was green. The sections to the left and right were blue and yellow -- maybe yellow on my right and blue on my left. I'm not sure. And I don't know what the color of the front section was. I was now up on some high floor in the mall, probably standing out at the top of the escalators and in front of a map and information sign. A man or woman stood with me. He or she was tall with grey hair. He or she seemed kind of intelligent, probably liberal. The person asked me something like would I like him or her to take me around the mall. I said no. I didn't have much time to spend in the mall, anyway, and I already had a plan for how I was going to do it. I said that I had come from the green area. I knew that each section of the mall was humongous, enough for one day's worth of exploration. I said I was going to head back to the green area and spend a little time there. Then I'd look for the exit and, apparently, find the car I'd driven here in the parking lot. The person may possibly have said that was fine. The person was now gone. I turned around and walked toward the front area. I walked into some big, dim room. The room was empty, and it was barely lit with an almost amber-colored light. It was shaped kind of like a wide, shallow seashell. The walls were a dark, polished, black material. There were quite a few people in the room. But we were all quiet and calm. An Asian woman's voice came on over some speakers. The woman began informing us that everything was about to begin. Apparently we all, even I, knew what to do. We walked to the edge of the room, where the carpet stepped up toward the wall, forming something like a kneeling area, like for communion at church. We all knelt down. The woman told us something about breathing in a substance which would cause hallucinations. The hallucinations weren't caused, the woman said, by the chemical. Rather, the chemicals we'd breathe in would trigger the chemical "mercaptan" (???) in our brains. This would create hallucinations. As we breathed in the substance we would have to think of some famous person we wanted to see. We would hallucinate that person, but the person would also do something like materialize, be real. We all now put plastic bags over our mouths and, probably, noses. The bags were weaker than grocery bags. But they were all about half-inflated with something. Even when the air inside the bag was breathed in, the bag remained half-inflated. I tried to figure out how it worked. But I couldn't. I breathed the air in. I could smell a trace of something, which I assumed was the drug. The famous person I wanted to see was the 17th century English poet Abraham Cowley. So I focused on him. At some point the back wall had disappeared, revealing another room like the room I was in. The room was completely empty. But I wasn't having any hallucinations about Abraham Cowley. I figured this whole thing probably didn't work after all, anyway. I pulled the bag down from my face. I know got a bit of a heavy bump from someone on my right side. I looked over -- it was now like I was sitting on a stool at a bar. All the people were sitting at the bar. And the wall seemed to be back. The person to my right was standing. It was the person who had been standing with me near the information map. I now knew that this person was a man. But he was now done up completely like a woman. The reason he'd left before was so he could get all done up. He didn't look bad. He was probably in his fifties, and he dressed like a liberal woman in her fifties. He wore jeans and a black, ribbed, turtleneck sweater. He had his short, grey hair done in a feminine fashion. He wore a lot of foundation makeup, which I thought was weird. But he didn't look bad. Still, I was kind of embarrassed that the guy had come to hang out with me. I wondered if, wherever we went in the mall, the people around us would think I was going out on a date with this guy. I didn't want anybody to think that. (Shallow...) The person spoke about something in a relaxed but kind of loud voice. As the person spoke I felt a bit more relaxed. It seemed like if we just spoke about things that didn't have to do with sexuality, I wouldn't have to worry about what people would think of me for walking around with the person.
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