I was in a very rural (and cold) region of Russia. There was tundra, and patches of snow and ice everywhere. I was in some kind of muddy, outdoor parking lot, located on the side of an even muddier trail. There were quite a few people there. Some guys (kids?) wanted to show me their motorcycles. I acted all interested, and got on one of them. They were still enthusiastic, but careful - and told me not to do anything. Before they knew what was happening, I had started the bike and raced away from there. I felt like I had "a job to do", and I needed this vehicle to do it. I rode a twisty asphalt roads for a bit, until I knew I wasn't being followed. Then, I turned around and rode back - back onto the muddy road next to the lot. There was a lot of police and bystanders on the lot after my theft. I turned off the engine and "pedaled" instead, as if it was a part bicycle, part motorcycle. This was, I managed to quietly ride past them, and escape. During the ride, I noticed it had been a long time since I had ridden a bike (5 years in real life, I stopped after a crash) - but it went well, and the bike had a surprising amount of grip despite the mud, snow and ice. Me and a partner entered a dilapidated building, a kind of giant warehouse. We were there to kill two monstrous dog-like monsters and save two women who were being attacked by the beasts. The beats were probably based on Woola, the 'dog' from "John Carter", a movie I watched the day before. The beasts created some kind of 'portals' high up on the walls. They would drag their prey up, and inside he portal, where they would be consumed. Anyway, we both had suppressed pistols. My partner engaged one of the creatures on the far side of the warehouse. Suddenly, I had a machine gun instead. I encountered the other creature in the corridor right before entering the actual warehouse. I shot and killed it with the MG. I realized the the girl, who looked like Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider reboots, was safe for now - despite hanging from one of the portals below the waist. I decided to go help my partner instead. I went with my grandfather to a dark place, presumably up north. There were long nights and very short days, just a few hours that felt like minutes. In no time, I wanted to go back, but I knew I needed plane ticket. I needed to flee a house/lodge/shack on a hill. The environment was once again cold, and possibly snowy. There was a short way down, but I "failed" (it was like a quick-time event in games), and came down a little further. I was forced to climb over several wooden structures/obstacles to reach the helicopter (?) for extraction, before the whole place blew up. I only remember an area by the water, probably the docks. I remember swimming, and a dressing area for women that I was sure wasn't there before.
I was working at the library. Not a library I know, but seems too important a place to just call It "a library". I had recently started the job, and was trying to impress. I had finished my regular task, whatever a was. So I had grabbed a bunch of applications and had started to make messy comments on them, when I in mid task realized that maybe they mattered more, and I should have been less messy in commenting. In fact my new boss later found them, and reprimanded me on it, and I said I knew that they were too messy, but that I had done them before I knew what I was doing, but that now I knew, and in fact I had done several much better since, but I had left them at a table in the library, so once I retrieved them, I would show her that those were much better. It transpired that for my job I had not really been expected to comment on these applications, but that if I did, I had to do it right. I explained that I knew that for my job I was just expected to wait between assignments at my station, but that I felt too overqualified for that, and needed something to do in between, so that is why I decided to comment on applications as well. There was a woman named Jin who also worked in the library, but was more established there and somewhat mysterious. In the dream she actually had a full name, not just a first name, and while I did not realize it in the dream, her full name was the name of a person I work with in waking life who is a DBA of Chinese ethnic origin. The dream did not portray her anything like waking though. In the dream, she was up to something, and she had decided to trust me. She handed me a color coded folder, with colors representing different sections, and I think the sections were about spirituality, but it also felt a bit like a conspiracy, and perhaps going against the authorities who ran the library. I was glad Jin trusted me. As I was leaving Jin, another young woman joined us, and then she went with me, and tried to get me to go out with her to grab something to eat or drink to get to know me better. She explained that she was Jin's partner sexually. I explained that she had nothing to worry about, that Jin and I were just friends, and I was heterosexual. She said, she knew that, and was not worried, and anyway Jin and she had a relationship of trust. But she could tell Jin trusted me as a friend, and that was rare, so she wanted to get to know me. I explained I could not right now, because I had to find those applications that I had filled out much better, to show my new boss that I was competent after all. I had left them at a desk in the library, but the desk was not where it used to be any more. someone had moved it. I remember it was a small one person desk made out of light colored wood. Jin's partner left me as I continued my search for the desk. I think this search was still ongoing as I woke up. Although I may have found the desk at some point, but it was hard to tell whether it was the same desk or a different one like it, given that it was elsewhere and had someone else's stuff on and near it.
Last night I have a dream that I'm kissing deeply with my boy classmate. This boy classmate has a crush on me since in first year highschool and it's true. We are on my english teacher's classroom. It's very weird that inside the room there is a ride and I and my boy classmate rode on it. So when the ride is about to start, we're kissing in LIPS and I don't know why we did it. When the ride started, I looked at the people who is with us also riding and I saw them they are also kissing. I think it's tradition there in my dream that when you ride in that ride, you have to kiss your partner (opposite sex) and so we did. My boy classmate really wanted to kiss me so he kissed me in my neck but I refused because I'm afraid what will happen next. But in the end we kissed very deeply that I can feel our tongues but I was able to control myself because I know if I'll not stop I'm sure it will lead to sex. I dont know what does it mean.
Early in the morning, I was walking around a home looting goods from someone I've never met before. I have an accomplice with me. He's following me through the whole dream. There's a room we found interesting just down the fall we were standing on. I entered the room, close the door after my accomplice gets in, but something went wrong. Someone was following us. I'm guessing it was the cops which wasn't a good thing. I probably done something illegal. We both had to find a way out but the only way out was through the window behind us. The room we were in was empty. There was nothing here for us to rob. We both were panicking as we struggled to find a way out of this place free. That's when we decided to walk out the bedroom window and escape the area. I was the first one to exit the room. My partner was second. There was something strange after looking at the new area I just climbed in to. It was my front yard. I looked around to see if there was any cops around but after checking around the corner of the house, there was a cop running towards me. I immediately ran outside of the home property and next to there street where I found a car for my getaway. The street, as always, was lonely. I didn't see anyone there at the time. I waited for my partner and we eventually left the area together in this car.
I was in a a party which was taking place in a large room which resembled the kitchen of my friend's house where we party in real life. The dream was fairly dark and dimly lit. In this dream I was also very drunk. There was a small cupboard with two compartments in the corner of the room where I was sat. For some reason I sat in the cupboard for a while. There was a bottle of alcohol in there which I drank. There were also some snakes and some toad-like creatures. They looked like Toads but they had sharp little beaks - almost like a turtle. The snakes and Toads were hunting one another. My friend, Fred, who was there, found them extremely interesting. When I was back in the main room I noticed that an old friend, Aiden, was sat just along from the cupboard. As I walked past, he threw something at me and I threatened him as a response. I sat down near him and noticed there were stacks of playing cards. I was shuffling through some. There were Legend of Zelda themed one's in there also. Aiden picked up some and threw them, one at a time, against the wall. They stuck in a sort of colarge way. I got up and walked around a bit. At this point I could feel myself sobering up. Someone who I thought was my partner came into the room and I asked her if there was any more alcohol. But it turned out to be someone I didn't know. My partner came in for real after that. Back in the main room, there was a guy asking where his alcohol, that he had hidden in the cupboard, had gone. I sat down and kept quiet. Then another friend, Eddie, asked the guy if he wanted some of his Toffee-Cider instead. I turned to Eddie and asked if I could have some.
My partner and I were watching some movie (which must have been a Ring movie). There was a kid. Suddenly his eyes turned shrunken and dead and then Samara appeared behind him.
I don't remember much. I dreamed about my partner and I was somewhat insecure about something. Possibly involving someone else.
I was in my living room which was as brightly lit as it usually is in the day time. My partner was there and she was talking to someone else in the room, aside me. I think this was my dad but I don't remember anything else.
I was on my sofa in my living room facing the television. I was waiting for my partner, who was supposed to be coming over for the night. Then my phone started to vibrate. It was her. She said that she couldn't make it and that she'd be over on Sunday instead (which was the next day in this dream). I said that was fine, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was. After she hung up, I decided I would text her to tell her not to bother tomorrow. I felt as if she wasn't interested and always had better things to do than see me.
I was in a room which looked like a big warehouse. It was extremely bland. The walls were a light grey, as was the floor. From what I remember, the ceiling was very high. It was very well lit - almost too bright for such a room. With me in this room were my parents and my partner. There were others but I can't tell who they were. My partner and I were sat on the bare floor whereas everyone else was stood up around the space of the room - some in groups and others alone. My parents were stood together. My partner and I were smoking. I figured after all this time, my parents have already begun to realise that I smoked so I went ahead and carried on smoking my cigarette. in real life, my partner and I have been smoking a lot recently and I don't really want my parents to find this out
I dreamed that I was in an old, dimly lit, large room, crowded with people around about my age. In the middle of this room was a large wooden table at which some of the people were sat. Others were sat on the edge of the table and some were on the floor. Everyone there was drinking heavily - I think it was some kind of party. I was sat on the floor with some others. From where I was sat I could see a door at the other side of the room which lead out into a dim corridor. The only person I recognised there was my partner, who was sat near me. Everyone there was drinking strong alcoholic drinks apart from me and my partner. From my bag I took a large bottle of Coca Cola. Some of the guys sat on the edge of the table started to make fun of the fact that I was drinking Coke rather than alcohol. One of them kept pushing me with his foot as I was trying to drink from the bottle. In this dream I was wearing a white tee shirt with an Incubus print on the front (I slept in this very shirt this night). Finally, the Cola was splashed on my shirt and I got extremely angry. At this point there were significantly less people in the room but still roughly ten to twelve other guys and my partner. I stood up and threw the bottle as hard as I could at the guy who pushed, causing the splash. It hit him and knocked him to the floor. My partner and I began to leave when the guy got up. We exited through the door on the other side of the room into the dark corridor. In this corridor, there were other doors either side of the narrow foot-way. The guy followed and threw a punch. I successfully avoided the punch and landed a kick to the side of his head. He fell back slightly and managed to move forward. I raised my leg and my knee collided with his head and knocked him down completely. Out of the darkness came a dark, middle-aged lady who looked far too happy to engage in a fight. She had a slightly excited expression seeping through her cold, stony face. She attempted to grab me but I pushed her and tried to push her back with another kick. She grabbed it and pulled. I put all my weight onto my leg and we both hit the bare floorboards. I was trying to kick free when I woke up.
PART 1 - GUN AND SWIMMING WITH COP PARTNER I'm a cop. We're in the middle of some operation. For some reason I don't have a gun, but I want one, and tell my partner this. I walk up to the higher up girl - long black hair - to ask for one without thinking, but she's in the middle of some important process with someone else. She has an imposing presence, I feel embarrassed for interrupting and back off. I'm working with a female partner... I'm on her back as we swim somewhere. Uh, something about a purple Godzilla-like creature... not sure where this fits. ANALYSIS Perhaps the gun represents empowerment, but I'm too afraid to take it. This would reflect my current social life. Swimming on partner's back, depending on them... I was thinking about asking someone for support yesterday ("Ker"), perhaps that is a metaphor for that. - - - PART 2 - LI MEDITATION At the corner between home and work. One of my IRL coworkers, Li, is stretching and meditating, cross legged. ANALYSIS My shift was right after hers yesterday, and I remember thinking she was very attractive. I assume the impression she left was the trigger. The meditation and stretching would seem to reflect a certain "divine" presence. Interesting that it was at "the corner," to which previously only negative experiences were associated (mugging & deception, etc.) There must be some broader meaning to this location. - - - PART 3 - NIK Someone that I vaguely know, Nik... she seems younger and thinner than IRL. Portrayed as a "free spirited" character... ANALYSIS The trigger for this must have been looking over some old (almost two years now) Livejournal messages yesterday involving this person. - - - PART 4 - WORK At work. Customer, older lady, late 40s/early 50s, says "Mutalisks are always good." Don't remember how the conversation turned to this... She wants to hand in another resume, says there's already two more of hers "in the cabinet" (where resumes are kept.) I wonder why she wants to hand in another if we already have two. ANALYSIS Perhaps the "stupid question" and slight irritation is simply a reflection of the norm IRL. I ended up waking up at about 3:30, when I wrote everything down. Having a voice recorder would have been MUCH more convenient for this type of "middle of the night" recording. Unfortunately I forgot my MP3 downstairs. Tonight I will borrow my mother's electronic voice recorder and keep it by my bed - waking up in the middle of the night with dreams seems to be becoming more common.
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