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23rd January 2021

Multiple sequences from one dream:

Very trippy bit just before waking up.

Before that, I am at a building. A utilities company or office building. I am waiting to be seen or talk to someone. There had been a mistake of some kind on a bill, so I got 60 off as a voucher, but the company was cheeky and raised the price anyway in the end, resulting in only 10 off in total.

In a larger room, with open plan connections and several large windows, I speak to a woman at a desk. I basically ask her if I can't speak to someone here about retentions; I want to get a better deal. She says no.

There's a spray bottle on a table, it has a transparent green-blue liquid and the label has a number on it? I start typing it on my phone's dialler, it takes me a while, it's a long number? Things start to get trippy at this point.

For each set of three numbers, there's something that looks like skin showing up on my phone? This image, which is more real than just image, pans from side to side as I go through each set.

An eye appears in each equivalent bit for each set I complete.

(recall starts becoming vague, two separate sequences blending)

Final bit of some sequence, I'm inside a mouth with multiple openings, about seven I think. There's enough standing room and a bit of headroom but not much. The multiple openings open and shut periodically, I think. Sunlight comes through, there's a beautiful blue sky outside. I'm adding missing features to the mouth, like teeth and I reach or am outside to add some sort of ceramic scales to the outer part. It's all a bit jumbled, can only say it was a bit too trippy to recall accurately.

Mixing. I'm going to Romania by someone's request. He was organising some kind of "save the world" thing? I remember going about with a group of people, night time but bright?

(recall gap)

Using a double barrel shotgun of some kind, it doesn't feel as good to use as I'd hoped. It has a locked firing mode that fires each barrel in sequence with a set delay if I press the trigger once. I expected it to fire one of the two barrels only per trigger press. I fight some soldiers with berets. Something reminds me or looks like Promethea.

At one point I remember being in a bedroom of some sort. Open sky, no ceiling and not all walls are here. I feel I am stealing or intruding, but it doesn't stop me. I find a box full of mini-discs and floppy disks.

Dream:

(from falling asleep again in the morning)

At one point I'm in my native country. I'm with old schoolmates, like JC, R and some others. It's a very hilly town we're in. There are loads of people about, there's some kind of event going on?

Then, I find myself in a shop, deviating from where the group was going, I remember expecting I'd be able to catch up. Some kind of real-time advert is taking place here and it's for olive oil of all things. It almost feels Japanese, the advert. But the olive oil and the general look of the shop make me realise and conclude that I must be in my native country. Pre-lucid thoughts.

I see coins in the register being handled, they are not Euros, but they are instead an altered version of the currency my native country had prior to the Euro. I don't question things further despite finding this odd, accepting the context even with some lingering amazement at all this.

More walking around the hilly town. Eventually, I'm inside a big building. A theatre or a mix of one and a church or something. Someone mentions pipe organs. I think to myself that if I was wealthy I would buy some to make a car's adornments with.

I climb some stairs, I'm with someone up in a gallery. We're talking to another person, but they don't feel like a person? Looks like an old man though. He's some kind of curator and he mentions manipulating pupils (like university students). Me and the other person conspire with eye glances to each other that we're about to kill this old man, who we find to be immoral and tyrannical. When he turns over and is facing a part that has no railing, we both strike him with a large object at the same time, like chairs maybe.

The old man falls down, one or two stories. We presume him dead and see some witnesses downstairs are approaching to look and we go down via the stairs. We approach the supposed corpse; he still lives and surprises us with an attack and we become locked in a battle with the old man. The dream becomes a bit supernatural or trippy.

The fight follows down a hall that turns into a desert canyon, just before the dream ends.

11 November 2014

Now this dream actually had a back story. I cannot remember how I came to know the story but I have vague memories of flashbacks withing the dream. The story went like this. Long ago there was an order of individuals who had dreams of world peace. I do not remember if the group had a name so I will just call it The Order. The Order worked hard towards that goal of peace. They were an underground team of vigilantes and they sought out to surreptitiously influence the zietgiest as well as the ruling government parties. I cannot remember for certain how they did this but they did and I have feeling that a huge part of it was through force (ie eliminating certain harmful individuals). The Order was centered somewhere at Johnson County Community College and word of their actions began to surface. They were feared by oppressors and revered by the general populace. It seemed inevitable that the order would slowly move out from the shadows and more directly impact the world. Soon The Order was able to establish itself as a political party and somehow, I cannot remember exactly how, The Order established itself as a ruling government entity and was able to assume arbitrary jurisdiction over a small area and the college was the capital of this new state. While the state was small The Order was able to more greatly influence the world as a ruling entity.

It was at around this point that things went south. Now The Order did things in secret and they had many ways of hiding themselves. At some point, The Order began to disagree as to how they should continue doing this. Some believed that the best way to hide was by jumping over rooftops and staying off of the ground. Other believed that the best way was to gather in groups of at least twenty and hide by walking under realistic life sized house costumes. In other words, these guys believed that the best disguise was a giant walking house. The former came to be known as Jumpers and latter came to be known as House Walkers. While this argument may seem silly and trite but it was taken very seriously. Much so, in fact, that it caused The Order to divide and go to war. The House Walkers were able to suppress The Jumpers and assume control of The Order and, therefore, the entire state. It turned out, though, that it was not just the method of hiding that the House Walkers wanted done differently. It was the way they ran the state and the way we influenced the world. The House Walkers dreamed of bringing about a new world order; a utopia of perfect equality and collective ideals, only then would peace truly reign. They saw subjugation as a means of liberation and soon the state saw a dark era of oppression and tyranny at the hands of the new Order. And as a government power their influence was having an adverse effect on the rest of the world. The Jumpers were suppressed but they were not dead. They refused to stand by and watch as the House Walkers undermineded everything that The Order had worked for. The war continued in the shadows, away from the public eye...just like before.

My role in the dream was sometime after all of this took place. I was working for the Jumpers in the capital building that was once my college. While The House Walkers did have control over the building we were able to hide among them like blades in the crowed. I was a high ranking officer in the Jumper community and was notorious for my skill. As such, I was given a special suit that allowed by to jump even higher and faster than before. I was given a mission; to deliver a package to a former member of our cause. Needless to say, The House Walkers had made traveling by rooftop illegal so I had to be extra careful.

I do not remember exactly how I got there but I did. I made it to the neighborhood where a childhood friend of mine was now living (it was actually really was my old childhood home). When I got to her house, I thought that I could sneak in through the window as to not draw too much attention to myself but somehow I managed to eject myself from the suit as I began my jump. So the mechanical suit made it to the roof...but without me in it. I decided to leave it there and get it back later because I knew the longer I stayed here the greater risk I assumed of getting captured. I decided to just go in through the front door (which happened to be in the garage). That's where I was met by a childhood friend of mine named Nichol. Now Nichol was not happy to see me. There were two other kids who were slightly younger than her living there. She was afraid for herself and her family. She knew that if The House Walkers saw me in there they would kill her and her family. Without even letting me speak she shooed me out. It was all that I could do to get one word out as she frantically tried to get me out of her house. She pushed me out and closed the garage door so that I could not get back in. I was unable to deliver the package.

I would have gone back for my suit but I no longer had time. I saw a giant walking house moving by as I began to climb. Seriously, what a dumb idea for a disguise. I decided to leave the suit and head back to my car which just so happened to be there I just prayed that the Walkers would not recognize me. My heart raced as they parked the house right there in the middle of the parking lot and one by one they poured out of the house. There had to have been at least 60 of them. I quickened my pace as one began to walk in my direction. I was able to get to my car with no problems and made my way back to JCCC. As I drove my car down the sidewalk I took a moment to contemplate the situation. My suit was there now and I was certain that the Walkers would confiscate it. No doubt Nichol would be interrogated by the Walkers but, knowing her, I was sure she would feign ignorance; she was never the type to turn on a friend, no matter how frightened she may have been. I was not worried about the suit. It was traceable and there was no doubt in my mind that we could get it back. I was mainly worried for my friend Nichol. Even if the Walkers believed her my presence alone was enough to severely compromise he security. There was no doubt in my mind that she would feel compelled to relocate.

Trivia
Modus Operandi of The Order is similar to that of The Assassins in Assassin's Creed