Three Vivid, Strange Dreams in One Night

[Dux76]

For reasons unknown I have difficulty recalling dreams no matter what tricks I use. That said, I do, on occasion, experience "bursts" which occur about once a year without warning, last one night to a week, and consist of three to five incredibly vivid dreams that I can recall perfectly. I've always been interested in dream interpretation and the like (hence my efforts to actually remember dreams outside of these brief periods) so I figured I'd take the most recent "burst" of dreams and post it here. These all occurred in the same night; I woke up immediately after each dream, and the next started as soon as I fell back asleep. Some general information about my dreams: > They have no audible sound, although I can still understand people speaking as though I were reading their thoughts verbatim. This is the effect I refer to whenever I quote someone. > Outdoor terrain always appears flat, like an aerial photograph. The sky is always solid grey above the horizon. > Time seems to "stutter" on occasion; it seems something like watching a film in slow-motion, except the effect occurs randomly for no discernible reason. Without further ado, the dreams: Number One: I am sitting on the floor with a group of ordinary looking people in what seems to be an upper-middle class suburban house. We are in the living room which sits next to an adjoining kitchen and there is a sliding glass door leading to a sizable backyard on one of the walls. We are sitting in a circle making small talk, when I excuse myself and stand up to go to the bathroom. I walk down a hallway to the bathroom door, which opens into a gun shop where a grey-bearded older man is leaning on the counter. I walk up to him and ask to look at knives. He pulls out a case containing several, one of which resembles nothing that could be practically used as a knife. As best I can describe, it seems to be a dagger with a 5-inch or so blade and no handle; instead, it has a bronze pyramid-shaped grip that is about one inch in length with the blade protruding from the tip of the pyramid. It has a sticker on the blade reading "Wenson Co. Sword and Dart" with a serial number below that. I purchase said knife and leave the gun shop. Upon exiting the door, I look down the hall to see that the living room is filled with dark, shadowy figures which pay no mind to the other people; as soon as I exit, they enter into a frenzy and begin assaulting people at random. Myself and the other people fight off the shadows; during the whole process, I constantly regret buying the knife I did because using it to fight is terribly awkward. Once the shadowy figures have been defeated (they simply disappear after some time, so I'll consider this 'defeated') we sit back around in a circle as before. As soon as I sit down, one of the people across from me says "You know it's not human, right?" I look out the sliding glass door and see a demonic-looking wolf in the backyard. Wake up. Number Two: I 'wake up' in the hotel room I fell asleep in, with my girlfriend (who wasn't actually with me on this particular trip) sleeping next to me. Two men are standing at the foot of our bed: the man on the left is dressed like a 1920's era businessman, the one on the right like a Victorian-era military officer. A third man sits in a chair further back in the room, dressed in a saggy black t-shirt and jeans with a demented-looking smirk on his face throughout this entire encounter. The businessman says that my girlfriend and I have been chosen for a special program in which we will both get to meet very important people. I ask who we're going to meet. He replies that I'm going to meet the devil while my girlfriend gets to meet God. (If it's worth noting, I consider myself an agnostic. At the very least, I certainly don't subscribe to the traditional purely good god / purely evil devil duality.) I seem okay with this and step out of bed. I had apparently been sleeping in formal attire similar to the businessman's myself. The Victorian military officer picks my girlfriend up and tosses her over his shoulder, whereupon he carries her out the open window. I follow the businessman out the door, which leads into a long corridor in a typical-looking office building. As we walk down the hall, I can see people in rooms engaged in various tasks as could be expected at any normal office. We get to the end of the hall, and the businessman opens a door but motions for me to wait outside. After a wait of several minutes, he exits and waves me in. The room looks like a standard executive office. Potted plants are sitting on nearly every available surface save the desk in the center, behind which sits a balding, elderly man who looks extremely haggard and exhausted. I sit down across from him, and immediately ask "So, what's with you always being cast as the bad guy?" He replies, "I guess that's just how things work out in this day and age." I get up and shake his hand, then leave out the door I entered. Wake up. Number Three: I am a third-party observer to this entire dream and never interact with anything at all. As it begins, I am watching a librarian work behind the front desk of an enormously large library, seemingly from a table several meters away. Without warning an androgynous figure (I couldn't actually discern it's gender; I'll use masculine terms for simplicity) dressed in a white track jacket and tight, white jeans bursts through the front door with a burlap messenger bag over his shoulder. He stands about half a meter from the desk for what seems like several minutes just watching the librarian work. Without warning, he pulls a leather aviator hat from his bag and leaps directly in front of the desk. The librarian seems to notice him for the first time here, but she simply backs up her chair slightly for breathing room and continues working. Another several minutes pass like this. Again without warning, he leaps the desk and pins the librarian to her chair, forcing the hat on her head. As soon as this occurs, the scene is blocked out by what looks like a two-dimensional projection on the empty space between myself and the two other people. On it, I can see the memories of the librarian flashing by rapidly from childhood to the present day. None of them stand out as particularly unique. I somehow understand the hat is erasing her memories and feel concern for her. This process continues for some time until the projection disappears and I can once again see the two people; the man has relaxed his grip and is standing behind the desk while the librarian sits with a blank expression on her face, hat still on her head. The androgynous man says "Let's go home now." The librarian gets up and he leads her by the hand out the door he entered. Wake up. I'm interested to hear any interpretations the community would be so kind as to offer. If there's any interest I can also post some previous dream bursts. I've got most of them from the past decade or so in a journal.