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    1. 18-01-13 Terrorist Attack on Empire State Building

      by , 01-26-2018 at 04:14 PM
      I saw the Guild Wars inventory of a female elementalist, and noticed three sets of leggings for every build (water, earth and air magic).

      The dream started off with one of those giant robots from Wolfenstein attacking me. I tried to shoot it. Another vehicle, a mobile missile launcher, fired a slow-moving guided missile at me. I hid behind a beam. The missile missed and just fell onto the ground. After a while it exploded. Then it turns out we're actually on some kind of terrace high up the Empire State Building. It was way bigger than it is in real life. Like, big enough for mobile missiles launchers to drive around. I somehow knew that terrace was commonly used by couples to get married. Odd, but alright. Anyway, the explosion caused the entire top of the State Building to fall off. It was horrifying, like 9-11 all over again. I was pretty sure I was fucked, but then Peter Petrelli flew in out of nowhere and carried me and/or his brother to safety. Back on the ground, I was still reeling from watching presumably thousands of people die, and almost kicking the bucket myself. We were in an alley, and Gabriel Gray (also known as Sylar) was there too. I was immensely grateful to Peter, but for some reason he blamed the whole incident on Gabriel. I tried to convince Pete that Gabriel was still the good guy, but he called me naive and left. I decided to stick with Gabriel, as I believed he had a way of fixing this mess.

      Suddenly, I 'gain consciousness' standing in a kind of garden behind my old school. I'm wearing a kind of white robe? There were tons of people there, old students and teachers. Barra approaches, visibly shocked at my presence. He asked what I was doing there. I told him I had no idea how I got there. He said I was sitting at a bench scribbling Koran stuff (or gibberish, anyway) in a trance. I asked if there'd been another terrorist attack on NYC (the State Building), which he confirmed. The dream's soundtrack was a non-existent track called "Silence in the Sky".
    2. Doing Local MSing Leads to Bomb Site in NY, Smart Werewolf Girls

      by , 06-27-2017 at 11:48 AM
      06-25-2017 -- Couple of short fragmenty bits tonight, but writing them down anyway. The second, right before I got up for the day and in less than an hour of sleep, I'm out mystery shopping, perhaps one of the four shops on Okeechobee (though it also has a certain feel of the shop area that is right down on Euclid, near Kevin's house, except that it is a couple hours out of town from other dreams). I've just finished the shop, in part by buying an entire tank of gas, which I am mad at myself about, because now how am I going to fit in all the rest of the gas I have to buy? Anyway, I'm trying to squeeze my car out around other cars and hit the road.

      I somehow find myself on a freeway, heading away from my next stop (that is probably right down the road) so I am trying to get off and turn around, just to find myself on the same freeway heading back the other way, when I suddenly find myself in New York, and I am approaching another gas station, but it is on top of a hill, and is surrounded by debris, and there are construction vehicles and stuff, and I realize it is the site of a terrorist bombing attack. I am considering taking a picture from the bottom of the hill, but even though there has been a lot of damage, I can see there are lots of regular people walking in and out of the place, so it looks like the store is still open.

      Since the drive is blocked off, and I am not physically up to walking up the hill I don't know what I'm going to do, but luckily I can see people riding their bikes up and down, so I pull my bike out of the car and use it to ride up the hill to the top. The pump area is gone, and the store is mostly surrounded by scaffolding, but there is a small area under an awning with a few jewelry-type display cases sitting in front of it, where a very small amount of things are being sold. Unfortunately, everything looks very expensive, and any time I catch a glimpse of something cheap, it seems to have vanished before I can reach it. One thing is the small candy in a yellow and black checker pattern rapper (something like Zazu?) but it's gone as I approach it. Another is a lollypop wrapped in a plastic and cardboard thing that would be hard to get it out of which is being advertised as the largest really fast lollypop, and again is too expensive. Finally I grab what I hope is a Charms blowpop, but instead it turns into just a piece of wrapped gum.

      One of the store employees is wandering around commenting on things to people, and I am just waiting to make my small purchase, wondering if I will have to suggest a hand-written receipt, when I hear him saying something about Uber or Lyft drivers causing him problems by hanging around, and I have to resist making a comment. Then I hear the three young girls saying something about Son of Interflux, and I have to say something, but can't find a way to jump into the conversation. Somehow it is mentioned that the girls love reading and are very smart, and there is a little boy who looks much like Anikin, who is playing with a small box that he then causes to warp into a model of a space ship that then flies to a shelf and puts itself away, while it is somehow revealed that the three young girls are werewolves, but they are well-treated by their family. Very strange mix-up.
    3. #48: Terrorist attack / Vega cow poop / Small model corner

      by , 12-04-2015 at 10:15 AM
      I went to bed around midnight. I shortly woke up around 5:00 and finally around 8:45. I'm starting this DJ at 9:10.
      I think it was the terrorist dream or the vega cow poop dream in which I was highly aware at some points.

      Terrorist attack
      I'm in the cinema where I used to work. I'm either in theatre number 9 or 10. There's just a small group of people there and I'm not sure we're actually watching a movie or if there is some discussion going on. The only thing I can recall with certainty is my classmate Tan being there. Star Wars is also on my mind, so maybe it had something to do with that.

      Now it feels like I'm working here again. I'm walking just in front of theatre 9. On the other side is theatre 14. I go over and open the door to have a peek. In reality it should open to a small corridor that leads to the seats, but right now it leads immediately to the last row. I assume the light to be disturbing for the person(s) on the last row, so I apologise and close the door again.

      I overhear some guys talking about shooting up the place. They go into theatre 14. Instead of warning someone, I first go into theatre 14 to check it out myself. I'm at the end of the corridor, at the top of the stairs which go down to all the rows of seats. Someone on the back row starts shooting. I immediately (and poorly) fall to the ground, pretending to have been hit. I hope they'll buy it and that they won't shoot me some more just to be safe. I hear someone talking about that the first round of bullets are just very tiny ones to open up some holes in your body. For the second round they'll use bigger bullets, which will tear through the small openings and actually kill you. I think I make a run for it.

      I'm on the 2nd floor now (theatre 14 is on the 3rd), running towards the corner where the elevator is, but also a personnel only area. I hesitate while running and head for the elevator, as the doors are already open and I can see Chantal [old colleague] standing. I shout out to her and join her.

      I'm on the ground level in the personnel only area. I'm standing there with the manager Ed and my classmate Kristen. I'm panicked and I try to tell what's happening. I keep it down to the very essence. I believe Ed sends the guards to duke it out.
      In this area and in this time frame a lot of things happen and I'm not sure about the right order:
      - I try to recollect my thoughts. I'll need to report to the police later about what I saw exactly. Fuck, I can't even recall a single detail of the attackers. I didn't see shit. I consider filming myself right now with my iPhone to get all the details straight. I know that the human memory isn't all that reliable.
      - I panick and I start sobbing. I'm not even aware of Ed and Kristen anymore. I'm on my hands and feet and I've assumed a position of total defeat. I can't believe that the terrorists have finally struck here. So many people must be dying. Though the description is short, I feel like I spend a lot of time feeling like this.
      - Ed opens the door from this hallway to the main area of the ground level. I don't recall there being any people about. Furniture wise it's nearly completely empty. There's a big metallic looking plate or something alike standing there and from the left side from one of the upper floors a lot of bullets are fired at it. You can see the travel path of the bullets and you can also see some of them ricochet of the plate. I tell Ed to close the door, in case one of the bullets ricochets this way. He closes the door. There's another opening through which we're able to have a peek. I carefully do so at least once.
      - I don't remember where he got it from, but Ed now has a thick and old looking book. He also has a seat , which is just big enough to sit on and just a few centimetres high. I'm calling it a seat because that is its purpose, but it's more like a cardboard box. I'm on the ground, looking through Ed's book. It seems like it's filled with biographies of people. I think I might've seen some drawings of characters from the book I'm reading in there. Ed wants Kristen to sit on the seat in a Seiza position [karate]. I don't recall him explaining what he wants to accomplish, but I think this was some kind of ritual to fill the book up more about today's events. Kristen refuses, telling him that she can't do it because of a bad knee. She says so in a slightly agitated way. I tell Ed I'll do it. Kristen asks me how I intend to do it with my messed up knee. There's just no way. I attempt to assume the position. Some people run by from behind me. One of them brushes my lower leg or steps on it really lightly. I show a sign of pain and Kristen says something along the lines of: see, you can't do it, it's already hurting. I tell her that it was because someone stepped on me.
      - I'm just outside of the cinema, at the side entrance. I did something on a ramp there, though I don't recall what.


      Though this definitely wasn't a pleasant dream, it was interesting due to the emotions which I felt so strongly. The bullet lines into the metal frame were also very vivid.

      Vega cow poop
      I'm on my bicycle in the city I study in. It's daytime and I'm cycling from the city centre towards my neighbourhood. At some point the infrastructure for the bicycle becomes quite crappy. There's no more bicycle lane, so at points I'm just driving on the car road. I keep cycling and am sometimes a bit confused by the road layout. Eventually I take a left towards my house. I notice that I'm on the roof of a house and that I need to jump down. Fuck it, I'll do that. I jump off like a BMX-er would, without a problem. I continue a bit, but then stop for a moment because I know there was a guy cycling behind me. I think I instruct him on what to do.

      I make it to the front garden of a house (my house?). I'm wearing skates. To stop myself from rolling past the house, I go about in a tiny circle, spinning twice along my own axis. One of my best friends just arrived as well, I think by car. We enter the house. I need some help getting in, cause I'm a bit clumsy on skates. It's been a while, considering my knee.

      The interior is like that of my ex girlfriend's house, though with furniture in different locations. We walk from the hallway into the living room. Another friend's mom is laying on the couch. His dad is standing. I either sit down on the ground or I fall into that position. I look at my feet and see that I'm wearing skates which I have managed to attach directly to my beat up Reebok shoes. I can remove the skates without taking off my shoes. My friend's mom mentions something about being sick for the 3rd time already, due to eating some vega cow... poop? Yuck


      Small model corner
      It's daytime and I'm at the physical therapist, though the setting looks entirely different from reality. I'm also not participating in this dream, just observing. There are 3 girls who seem to know each other in the 'small model corner', or something along that lines. It's a corner with exercises for girls who want to exercise but who want to stay petite instead of becoming muscular. I think they're standing next to a bar with weights on it. My physical therapist shows them how to do an exercise for your arms, which involves pulling on a pulley system. After that he's suddenly outside in his car and he's gonna drive off. One of the interns, a guy with red hair, is still inside. One of the girls comes up to him to ask him something about her file. He tells her he can't do anything about it. The moment he starts the program on his tablet, her file is loaded because it recognises that it's about her. She asks if the physical therapist that just left can do anything about it. The intern says he's not sure. The girl says optimistically something along the lines of: so there's a chance?

      Fragments
      I think I may have dreamt something about my mom, though I can't recall anything. The idea is just stuck in my mind that I did.
      There was a dream that had something to do with me being highly educated, but I can't recall a thing.
      I'm with my two little cousins. I tell the girl that she should always kiss her brother on the cheek. It's inappropriate to kiss him on the mouth. She asks me why. She caught me by surprise. I don't know why. That's just the way it is.
      I'm standing in my kitchen with my classmate Erwin [I have no clue what his name is. At some point I just decided that he looks like an Erwin ]. He asks me if I have any Vicks candy's. He tells me he has a sore throat. I have a bag in the kitchen, but I'm a bit reluctant to share. I don't want my entire bag to be empty when I finally want to have a Vicks. I end up sharing with him.