Thread: Really vivid dream

I have my own ideas as to what it may mean but thought I'd share here so others can give their opinions. First a little info about me to help out and maybe make some sense of this craziness. My name is John (unimportant but yeah.) I am 22 years old. I just recently began having vivid dreams that are just really out there. I also recently decided to make a big change in my life and plan to attend my local Law Enforcement academy. Being in law enforcement is something I've always wanted but never had the courage to admit that and tell my family who are...iffy on the idea, some outright despise the idea. Most of my support has come from people in the community who have asked what I'm training for as they have seen me running in the mornings. I think that somehow this dream may have something to do with that. So without further ado...here it is, as descriptive as I can be.

I began my dream nearby what I believe to be a barn, dressed in tactical gear and holding an AR-15 rifle. A truck came down a driveway towards me and stopped. I went to the passenger side and conversed with the man inside, whom I did not recognize. I remember waving over a group of people, women and children. He indicated there was another weapon in the bed of the truck, which I retrieved. As the group approached I remember concealing my weapons from the children. I felt that I didn’t want to scare them and felt it was my job to protect them. I also felt I could trust the man inside as well, which is weird because I never trust anyone I don’t know well.
The group climbed in the truck and he gave me a wave before backing away.

As they left one female remained behind, implying somehow to me that she wanted to fight (What I don't know.) but expressed that she couldn’t handle the weapons we were using. I did not recognize her, but she was young, blonde, around my age and I remember thinking she was very attractive. I told her that I could get something more appropriate for her. Then I asked two men to go with me to look for a weapon for her. I didn’t recognize them either but felt as if had known and worked with them extensively. I asked three others (Whom I trusted but didn't know as well) to watch over her before we left (I felt it important to protect her). From there we went to what appeared to be a war torn city. There was smoldering rubble, destroyed vehicles and buildings everywhere.

I and the other men moved cautiously searching for an enemy I somehow knew could be out there. It was then that we came across a woman yelling someone’s name and searching in the middle of a street among damaged cars. I remember her clothes being tattered and her hair a mess. She was definitely African American, I remember that but I didn’t recognize her either. She explained that she was looking for her husband. She needed my help to find him and I remember agreeing before setting off to do so. Somehow, we wound up outside some sort of facility where I told her to remain outside before entering with my team.

This is where things got...interesting. Inside it suddenly felt cold, freezing. I had the feeling that things had become bleak and dark. This place felt very dangerous and we continued with caution. I found a corridor and made my way down it. There I found the body of what appeared to be a soldier or swat operator, dressed in all black with a gas mask and helmet. On him was the weapon I needed for the woman I had left behind. A P90 I remember it being, which is a small and compact personal defensive weapon. I took the weapon and determined that it’s smaller size was more appropriate for an area like I found myself in, slinging my longer rifle on my back I took it up. Just past the body was a room with windows on two sides, like a corner room. The windows were very dirty and you couldn’t see clearly through them.

There were shadows of people on the other side of the windows. I remember fearing that they might break through the windows and we took aim while moving forward to a door on my left. I opened the door and went in first, leaving the other room behind. Here the feeling changed, it was a feeling of peace, the room was bright and seemed clean. In the room were statues of nude women with wings, that I interpreted to be angels. I thought how strange it was that they would be here and remember thinking how beautiful I thought they were. I was searching through the statues before being surprised by one that made eye contact with me. This was not a statue but a woman maybe masquerading as one.

I felt drawn to her, she wasn't threatening at all to me and I couldn't resist the urge to approach and talk to her. I lowered my weapon as I approached but she simply smiled at me before fleeing. I looked around quickly, trying to find her but had lost her in the statues. One of the men with me laid a hand on my shoulder and suggested that we move on. I agreed and we continued on through the statues. As I continued on I found a large clear window looking down on a field. There was something there but I can’t recall what. I remember that is was ridiculously unbelievable, some sort of large black creature...maybe a cat? I commented to the others that someone was toying with us. They agreed and we continued to another room where I began hearing what sounded like a recording of a therapy session...possibly for PTSD. It wasn't really clear and I remember dismissing it as another illusion. I entered the new room and found it empty except for a grungy bed and what appeared to be an impossibly dark hallway. On the bed was a bloody corpse that I believe may have been the woman's husband. I didn't get a good look because I was focused on the dark hallway.

I ignored the bed and moved towards the hallway where I heard something terrible coming. I didn’t know what but I felt a sense of urgency and opened fire down the hall as I crossed it. We took positions on either side and I threw a grenade down the hall only to have it roll back out as if tossed back at us. We dove for cover and the grenade went off. I got to my feet as quickly as possible, ready to fight whatever was coming for us. But my comrades were gone...not dead, just gone. In there place I found a figure whom I instantly felt was an enemy. The rooms around me seemed to be gone and it was just me and it. It had the form of a person but was dark with no gender.

It attacked me, knocking my weapon from my hand. I fought it with my bare hands, unable to get the rifle on my back in time. I wrestled and fought with it before gaining the upper hand and attacking with a knife. No matter how much I slashed, cut or stabbed I could not stop it. I then got the weapon on my back and emptied the magazine into this thing but it would not die. I finally dove for the weapon it had knocked from my hand and used it. That weapon somehow destroyed this thing and it disappeared. I'm not sure of the significance of one weapon working when others would not. After that I returned “Home” and gave that weapon to that girl. I told her I’d show her how to use it and woke up. I never saw the woman from the city again but felt she was behind what had happened to me and my comrades. I also felt as if maybe that recording of a therapy session had to do with her husband. That's pretty much everything I can remember.


This is one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had in years. I recently started have these vivid dreams, but they are never recurring...always different. This one made me feel as if I should share it and that brought me to this forum. The two things that stood out most to me where the angel and the thing I fought in the end. That angel felt very significant to me. I am religious but have never had a dream with angels before. I also view angels as more symbolic than literal. As for that enemy as I said above I felt instantly that I knew it was an enemy almost as if we had met before.


In case you might be thinking that all the women have something to do with a romantic relationship...I am single. Though they may be saying something about me being single, I don't really know. Also I am not former military, though it may sound that way. I have never seen combat but have trained extensively in tactical shooting and defensive tactics. In other words I haven't ever lost comrades like I did in the dream. I may post my own interpretations once I see some other impressions. Thanks for reading, I know it was long.