I had 3 dreams I remembered before these but forgot them since I fell back asleep. Dream #1: I was walking around this old town (older norwegian architechture roughly). Apparently I was in this group of tourists lead by this energetic slightly fat woman (tourist guide) . I was maybe a 35yo single dude. The streets were of gravel, the town layout was very complex, and it was nice in general. There was this single mom who wanted me to carry one of her children because she had difficulties carrying 2. So I carried this 10 week old baby. After a while, we arrived at this larger opening surrounded by buildings. On one side of the opening, there was a big stone church with a clock face on it. And on the other side, I saw a WC sign on the back alley. I suggested the group we stop there. So we waited in line for the WC. When I finally got into the booth I was waiting in l ine for, i handed the kid I was carrying back to his mom, and went in. The booth was disgusting. There was a urinal and a toilet, and I went for the urinal. however, the backs of my legs couldn't fit well enough and they hit the toilet that was absolutely stained by urine and some blood and some fecies (gross). However, I got my stuff done and the trip continued. The single mom wanted me to carry one of her children again. I asked for the older 1yo one, since the yonger one was difficult to carry carefully. At last, we arrived at this sandy beach. There was this big kayak there waiting for us that we all fit in. The tourist guide told us to go back to our hotel rooms and pack up our stuff. I did, my luggage was this long long 3m long bag. I fit a lot of stuff in it, like 3 backpacks and a few clothes and such. Then I went back on the beach and handed my luggage to the instructor, who put it in the front of the kayak and the trip continued. End dream. Dream #2: So I was at the same freaking beach from the last dream. The same instructor told me to go pack my stuff up before leaving. However, the kayak was smaller, for about 10 people, and I was like 15, and this was like a summer camp or something similar. So I went to my room and started packing up my stuff. Again, I had 3 backpacks that I put in the same long bag from the old dream, and I put them there. However, I also had like 200 video game boxes there, that I was shoving in the bag quite quickly. I remember my roommate helping me pack the stuff. Halfway through the packing, I see it's already a little past 8:00, and the kayak leaves at 8:30. I panic and start packing stuff faster. Dream ends with me walking down to the beach with all my packing done and a good 15 minutes to go. Dream #3: I was in this town. It looked like something from the simpsons that was taken and put into real life. And I had this school bus that I had taken from somewhere I do not know where. And I was running away from something. I do not remember what anymore. So, I floored the gas and just drove. A lot. And the layout of the scene was really interesting. The town was divided into many sections in an odd manner. There was a few blocks at a time that existed, surrounded by a black barrier. Every few blocks, I'd have to pass that black barrier with my bus and it'd teleport me somewhere else on the huge plane. Dream #4: I was driving in the crysis (it's a game on a tropical island) scenery with this car. I stopped at this enemy base and knew that it had something that I needed to set something up with. I had to send out a transmission somewhere. So I went around the base shooting all the people who I needed to get rid of. Some of them set up forcefields around the place but I could disable them from the control panels on the other side by using the force (from star wars lol). And killed them all. They called in reinforcements so I took one of their cars, and set up force fields on the doors and windows and started transmitting my signal. I saw one guy with a rocket launcher behind a house, so I teleported out of the house and killed him. Then I saw one guy had gotten inside my car so I teleported back, fought with him fist to fist, and saw that my transimission alarm was beeping, my signal had gone through. I ripped out the batteries powering the force fields and threw the guy out of the window. And then I hit the gas pedal. I went full speed on this forest road. At one point, I stopped to save an ewok from dying under a landslide, but otherwise I just kept going. Dream ends about here. Fragment #1: I remember going through the crysis area with the car from HL2 and thinking "this is boring, who plays this crap?"
I cannot remember much from the beginning of the dream and what little I recall is kind of fuzzy. Everything is coloured in shades of dark blue and black. The setting is inside a small village where the buildings are all made of wood and the entire area is surrounded by a stone wall. There is one large building in the cener of the village that looks like a warehouse and has no windows. I am exploring the villiage much like an RPG videogame and everything is in thrid person perspective. The transition from outside to inside (or vice versa) is like the survival horror game Resident Evil where everything turns black, except for the door, which slowly opens and you then advance through in first person perspective before returning to third person perspective on the other side. I am moving through some wooded gates and doors, heading towards the large building in the center of the villiage. Whenever I see a cabinent or desk in a room or hall, I open it and search for items. I don't recall finding anything of interest before entering the large building. When I pass through the last door that will take me inside, the blue and black colouring of the dream dissapears and normal colours return, though it is still dark inside the building. Directly in front of me I can see metal frame bunk beds scattered about. There are lumps in some of the beds but it is too dark to tell if it is people or just a bunch of pillows and blankets. The bunk beds are scattered in a disorderly fashion across the floor and not in neat rows. There are a few beds that do not have a bunk and seem to have white hand knit woolen blankets on them. I walk towards the back of the room because I can see a row of cabinets in the dim light. As I approach them the room slowly begins to get brighter, as the row of florescent lights on the ceiling high above seem to slowly turn on. As I pass by the metal bunk beds, more and more of them become single non-bunk beds and their placement on the floor becomes more straight and orderly. It becomes bright enough in the room that I can see some young adults in some of the beds, while others remain empty. All of the beds have the white hand-knit woolen blankets now. At the row of cabinets on the back wall I find some objects when I search them. In the first I find a little glass vial filled with a clear liquid. There is a white label on the side but absolutely no writing on it. I put it away in my bag and a few cabinets down I find a syringe filled with a translucent redish brown liquid that still has the bright red safety cap over the needle. This item also has a white label on the side and is blank except for a scribble in hand writting in blue ink. The writting is two words and appears to be water damaged and faded. I cannot recall now what it said though I am sure that I could read it in the dream. I hear people talking behind me and to the left. I turn and see a row of desks with many older teens and young adults sitting at them. To their left is a chalkboard, to their right are the misarranged bunk beds and an elderly man with wild frizzy white hair and in grey clothing is standing in front of the students, pointing to something on the wall in front of them. I put the syringe in the bag and walk over to see what they are doing. As I approach them the lights come fully on and everything is bright and washed in florescent ambience. The elderly man turns and smiles at me and I think he looks a lot like Albert Einstein. He doesn't say it but I get the feeling that he was expecting me. There is something about him that feels "mystical" to me, though there is nothing about his outward, physical appearence that would suggest there is anything special about him. I do not know how to explain it; he was just giving off these warm, positive vibes that grew stronger the closer I was too him. The students in the desks all looked up at me and seemed to be expecting something. I looked back and forth from them to Albert in confusion, before the elderly man asked me: "Are you ready?" I have no any idea what he means, but I say yes anyway. Albert asked me to give him my bag, saying that I did not need it anymore. When I did so it felt as a great weight had been lifted from my metaphysical body (if that makes any sense). Albert moved to the chalk board on the left side of the room and said to his students that I could show them how to fly because I used to do it all the time. I became lucid because I realized what he was talking about (in dreams in childhood I used to fly all the time), but protested that I could not fly anymore and had not done so for years. I cannot remember what he said next but it was something about making the air below me solid like the ground. I closed my eyes and imagined an invisible platform below my feet lifting me into the air. There was a loud "crack" and a dull sensation shot from the top of my skull and down my neck as something hard hit my head. I thought for a moment that Albert had smacked my with his pointer, but when I opened my eyes I realized that I had floated up above the classroom and smacked my head on the ceiling. I was excited but also kind of anxious and scared because I felt stuck and did not know how to come down. Albert told me to do exactly what I had done to lift myself up, except in reverse. I closed my eyes and imagined a ball of light above my head and shoulders that was heavy enough to push me downwards. When my feet touched the floor and I opened my eyes Albert asked me to hover. He said "It's easy. Use the Force." I imagined what the Force (from Star Wars) was like in my own mind, and "felt" the space between the walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything in the room and myself. When I did so, hovering was damn easy. I wanted to show off and fly across the room above the students heads but... ...the darn telephone rang and woke me up! D'oh!!! Stupid telemarketers! Who was that old guy? A dream guide? Or just a random figment of my subconscious? I really have no idea, but man, what a trip!
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