non-lucid

I was with my mother, visiting my grandfather in a large retirement home. The place was massive and remind me more of a shopping mall than a retirement home. Grandfather couldn't talk. The dead can't speak because they are possessed (or their souls held hostage) by some kind of spirit/demon. This demon revealed itself to us in the form of three snakes that came out of his mouth and attacked us. They were slimy like eels. We fought these snakes and killed them. I recall crushing one under my shoe. The snakes dead, my grandfather became himself again, taking control of his body. We were done, and got ready to leave. My grandfather, disappointed, asked if we were leaving already. I realized that from his perspective, we'd only just arrived, and he was probably lonely in the retirement home. I felt guilty. I told my mom we could afford to stay, and have another coffee.

Fun fact: my mom is also dead. I didn't seem to know this.

It was about 200 years in the future. We had made it. We'd survived every obstacle in our way. We'd survived the wars, the societal collapse and everything else. The world was a sunny and beautiful place. Cities were full of greenery and people were happy. But I wasn't. Sitting on a grassy hill overlooking a shining utopian city, I felt a mix of hope for our future, and utter misery. Everyone I'd ever known was dead, and I was completely, totally alone.

I remember walking a wide, open street on a dark and rainy night, having just collected my takeout. There were a fair few people around. I considered getting on the bus to do some other chore I had to do, but changed my mind when I realized my food would get cold. I felt a tinge of despair as I'm always postponing things.

In the next scene, I'm walking through a suspiciously clean and dry-looking back alley behind a local Burger King. I enter the place, only to find it's an absolute maze of weird-looking, narrow corridors. I somehow know there are multiple women in here, all of them vampires. Suddenly, I'm confronted by one of them. A nice-looking brunette, about my height. I had a false memory of having met her before, a week or so prior. We talked as if we were already acquainted. The conversation went well. She told me she'd always been in love with me, which surprised me. I was feeling a noticeably low amount of social anxiety. Anyway... before you know it, we were kissing. She told me she worked two jobs and this was her day/night off. Then we had sex, which was nice (despite my inexperience). I was having conflicting thoughts. She was nice and reasonably attractive, but I wasn't fully "feeling it" yet.

I woke up with a new understanding of how new relationships work for "normal people". Love often doesn't just appear fully-formed, you have to give things a chance and hope it grows from there.

I'm in a hospital. My brother and his girlfriend are there too. The place is very crowded. Hayden is my girlfriend somehow, and she's on a hospital stretcher, presumably being treated for something. She notices me and we kind of cuddle (me standing over her), as she's clearly recovering well. In another scene I enter a different room (kind of a very crowded break room at the hospital). I notice one of the people sitting alone at a table is Sylar. His presence startles me, but I realize he doesn't recognize me because this is the past and we haven't met yet. Then I realize he's likely there to kill Hayden. I rush to where I left her, and notice she's gone. I feverishly start looking around and asking staff where she is, hoping to find her before Sylar does. I liked this dream when I woke up, as I felt a genuine sense of caring about a romantic partner, something I've never had and never will. I would have done anything for her.

In the next dream, I am Jack Quaid (actor) playing a character. I'm hanging on the side of a helicopter or VTOL, flying along the coast of a subtropical city, likely Miami. I look up and see Nazi fighter jets flying in formation above us, then suddenly vanishing. I realize the Nazis, who won the war, have grown so advanced that by this alternate 2022 they've developed fighter jets that can literally turn invisible. I have visions of the world map. The Nazis have taken over the whole world, united under a new kind of cult called "The Black Hand" (their symbol a black handprint). Only one continent is free from their influence. The world's last hope. Our VTOL circles a skyscraper, and I fall out of the VTOL, attached only by the belt through a rope. As the VTOL starts losing control in a spiraling motion, I am crashed through the skyscraper (!!!). Finally I am detached and I fall down. As I smack into the ground (well, a lower part of the building), it is revealed that the character (seeing in third person now) is just an actor surrounded by a full camera crew. The Nazi universe is a new TV show being filmed. I'm on the set myself now. Jack walks off the set, and I congratulate him on his performance. He laughs, saying it was an insane scene.

I had the most intense dream last night. I was watching a video of the day of my birth on a TV screen. My mom (died December 2019) was in the hospital bed, cradling "baby me". I started getting emotional. Next thing I know, I am IN the scene, physically standing next to the bed. Mom and the baby are gone. Suddenly, mom is standing next to me. I basically launch myself into her arms, holding her tightly. All I can utter between sobs is "mama, mama". I had a very strong feeling that this was really her somehow, not just a dream character. But knowing the dream was multi-leveled, I know that can't be true.

In one dream, I was inside a giant skyscraper in a city much like the one from Cyberpunk 2077. I think it was a corporate HQ. The building was an arcology, meaning it had restaurants, parks, supermarkets and living space - and you never really had to leave it for any reason. It was so tall, that if you looked out of the window near the top floors, you couldn't even see the rest of the city down below - just hills and mountains outside of the city limits. I remember being really afraid of heights at some point, and being too afraid to move in the irrational fear that I would "tip over the building".

The next dream was horrifying. It started out nicely enough. I was driving around with two guys and a girl in a bikini who I really liked. They carried around a trailer, which was bright red and made by Ferrari. One of the guys said he regretted buying it, as (as I expected) maintenance was super expensive with even small components costing an obscene amount to replace. I remember standing outside the vehicle, leaning on something as I watched a beautiful sunset over the sea. I noticed the horizon was oddly high in the sky, but I didn't think too much of it. Then, I did notice it - the horizon was actually an absolutely titanic tsunami (easily 3,000 ft tall) coming straight towards us. I immediately went into flight mode, and ran away from it like a madman. We were in Antwerp harbor area, and the main port authority building was a couple hundred feet away. A modern, concrete building, perhaps strong enough to withstand the impact. As I bolted towards the building, a loud siren (like an air raid siren) went off and a voice declared a state of emergency as the wave approached the mainland. Very apocalyptic. I reached the big glass double doors of the building. The wave was now very close, towering over everything and blotting out the sun. It moved very fast. My nephew was also there, all of a sudden. I tried the doors, but they were locked. "They're leaving us here to die!" my nephew shouted in a panic. I grabbed my badge and scanned it, and the doorlocks clicked open. The dream ended there. The day before this dream, I watched a very old VHS-tape. It had a short trailer for an "how will the world end" documentary which featured, among others, footage of a tsunami.

I entered a very large indoor parking garage. The place had very high ceilings (easily 100 feet). To my left was the exit, and right in front the entrance of the mall itself. There were large windows overlooking the garage from the inside of the mall. There were people walking around, and a car driving to find a place to park. It was the 1980s, judging by the way people were dressed and the car. I walked in, fully expecting to see the T1000 waiting for me in the distance. I saw a dark silhouette lurking behind a pillar on the opposite side of the room, and assumed it was probably him. Note: the whole dream felt like it was in virtual reality. A program. I was analyzing the mechanics of the experience while experiencing it. Anyway, when I walked in, the T1000 emerged from the shadows right behind me. All the exits were suddenly blocked, and the lights went out. The T1000, who I'm not sure was Robert Patrick or a woman. The T1000 butchered quite a few people. There was nowhere for us to go, so we just ran around the car park while the T1000 fast-walked after us (it did not sprint). At some point some survivors built a fort out of pillows and boxes? I was like "that won't do much"...

I was at the first floor of a house. I looked through the window and saw my cat (Lotje) being chased by a large feline, like a mountain lion. It clawed at her, and caused heavy bleeding. I think she died not much later. I rushed downstairs and outside, brandishing a sword. I attacked the beast, but it was too late. Then I reversed time. It was really cool, and the first time I ever did that in a dream. It wasn't like time travel, but rather like reversing a video tape. While time was reversing (roughly at twice the speed), my own past movements were reversed as well. But my mind stayed normal, just not in control of my body. I was holding my breath while doing it, as it took immense concentration. I had to stop because I was out of breath. I was back in the house. Rather than rush downstairs, I grabbed my carbine, opened the window and shot the lion before it could hurt my cat.

I was playing a PvP game in GTA Online, but I was the character. We had to stop the enemies from stealing a certain item. We took few casualties and killed a lot of them, yet some still managed to get into their pick-up trucks and escape in the direction of the city. I jumped down the hill I was on (parachuting to the ground) got into a car, and chased after them. Alone, and low on health. Swerving through Los Santos traffic, I found the enemy extraction point. I spotted some of the enemies, so I ran them over. Somehow I managed to run over all 5 of them without getting shot. We won the round. Sadly I woke up before I could read my teammates' reactions.

I dreamt an entire non-existent episode of Miami Vice. At least the beginning and the end. It had Tubbs sneaking into a motel at night (armed with his stubby shotgun), and a ridiculously sappy ending that had me laughing in my sleep.

I found myself on Manhattan island. It was daytime. I ran through the streets, looking for a spot where I could see the Freedom tower. I reached a kind of square with a statue of a chariot in the middle.

The dream took place in the present, but took place in two of my former high schools. The first was at the Sint-Agnes school, on the small courtyard by the street. I told Mr. Ferret how much things had changed, but then I realized it was always that way.

In another part I was at KTA Brasschaat, possibly with my father. I remember running through the empty hallways, knowing exactly where I was going. We also went through some classrooms. At some point I went down stairs really quickly. So quick, I started to hover. There was much more, but I forgot. Later that day in real life, it turned out that there was a high school reunion at that very school, to which I hadn't been invited for some reason.

I was at some kind of major event on a city square. I think the city was Barcelona. There were LOADS of people. The person sitting next to me just so happened to be the one and only Vladimir Putin. We talked a bit, and he seemed like a really cool guy. I asked him how likely we were to get a nuclear war between Russia and the West. I guess I wanted to assuage my recent fears of nuclear holocaust. In the end, I grabbed his hand and took off to give him an aerial tour of the city (!!). I flew over the city a bit (another massive square), making a wide turn (I was surprised I pulled it off, I'm not the best at maneuvering in mid-flight) and returning to where we came from.

I was walking into a major supermarket (Carrefour Schoten). I saw a guy and girl on my left, whom I recognized. The guy looked like Witek. I thought seeing them there was so bizarre (he lives in Canada, and this was supposed to be Belgium), I immediately thought 'what if this world isn't real'. I tried to wake myself up, still mostly expecting the feeling to be nothing more than a fantasy I've entertained many times before (the world being a simulation). But I immediately started feeling dizzy, my vision blurred and I woke up in my bed.

I've been playing a lot of Resident Evil 2 lately (the remake), and it shows. I was dreaming that I was an Umbrella Corporation exec. I was in a room on a massive cargo ship. We had a girl tied up by her hands and legs, sort of suspended in the air like the Vitruvian man (with ropes extending from the floor and ceiling). A captured rebel, I guess. I was with two other Umbrella bigshots, a man and a woman. We were interrogating her. The female exec was very violent, and wanted to sodomize the poor rebel with all sorts of objects. I was pretty grossed out by this. I told her we should just kill her and be done with it. Torture was a waste of time. The other man agreed. We decided not to discuss the rebel's fate in front of her, so we retreated into a little meeting room right next to the cabin we were in. I had a henchman dressed in a bunny suit guard the prisoner. I was quite 'genre savvy' so I warned the henchman not to get too close to the window, or zombies could burst through and pull him through (there was an outbreak in progress on the ship). I also told him not to get too close to the prisoner. Heroes in movies always escape because the villains are too stupid to keep their distance. I didn't trust this mook. So we had our little private meeting, but the dream ended there.

In another scene, there was a zombie outbreak. Some guy ran off in the wrong direction and got ganged up by zombies, giving us a window to escape. I was the 'good guy' in this scene.

I'm in some kind of village, surrounded by high walls. There was no way out of the village. I was trapped in there with my last surviving grandfather, who was evil and was keeping me there. I tried to sneak out of the village somehow, and tried to hide from him. But I ran into him anyway. He came towards me, saying that I was coming with him. I got really pissed off, and wanted to defend myself by hitting him in the face. I was so pissed off, I woke up instantly. I smashed my real-life fist into my nightstand, which hurt.

I turned into some kind of small creature, and navigated a miniature village while a girl watched me. I noticed I had many small legs, like an insect. Then I saw the houses of the village were full of giant spider webs. I realized in horror that this village was populated entirely by giant (to my miniature standards) spiders. I noped out so hard, I woke up.

I'm in a location I can't describe. A library? City streets? Both somehow? There's a long line of rubberbands (?) stretching out as far as the eye can see. I excitedly tell another character that this MUST mean the world runs on some kind of algorithm, as no one could possibly have placed THIS many rubberbands. Either it's a simulation, or it's a dream.

I'm on the Moon. Then I'm on Mars. I somehow end up inside a crater. I want to get out. I realize gravity is lower on Mars than Earth, and this should make flying easier. I jump up, and manage to fly out. I see the Mars surface. It still looks barren, but there's some plantlife here and there and I can breathe. There's another scene where I'm on the surface of Mars with a bunch of other characters, sitting on a chair. Other people are sitting in chairs next to me. We're in a long line. Most of them have some kind of superpower. An attractive blonde walks by, and sits down in a chair opposite of us. Suddenly, she's only a silhouette. I figure she's a shapeshifter. She turned into an older guy a bit later. Anyway... I end up flying off and just soaring over the Martian surface. Below me, the barren wasteland is full of people. I pondered about how this is the future of humanity. I thought it was odd. I always thought that in the future we'd all be cyborgs, not mutants. I flew some more, at one point coming close to hitting some tree branches. I figured because this is a dream, I couldn't get hurt. I saw a large building and decided to put this to the test. I flew straight towards it at top speed, and flew straight through the walls. All the way through the building.

I'm with my mother. We enter a strange kind of facility. Maybe military. I know where to go, somehow. We get into a white elevator (industrial-looking) and go down. Then we enter what looks like a missile silo retrofitted into a lab. Scientists are working on a bomb. Some kind of nuke. They needed our help to complete the work. At some I was concerned with how much radiation I was absorbing.

I was in some kind of café. There was this guy. Tall, big guy. He had a massive revolver. He shot me in the neck. I thought I was screwed, but then I noticed I wasn't really hurt and there was only a tiny scratch. I suddenly had such a weapon too. I aimed and tried to shoot. As so often happens in my dreams, I struggled to pull the trigger. It did go off eventually, and the bad guy fled the café. Someone congratulated me for resolving the situation. I didn't want to hear it, as I was bummed out the bad guy survived and escaped.