Thread: A rush

Okay, so I woke up just now after a little bit of a crazy dream.

So it started with me running around in some sort of a game and figuring out the goal of the enemy and defeating it with ease. Then, I had somehow been in this group of local people who had a place (but the place is nowhere I've been to, probably somewhere in the USA).

I had a friend who was taking care of this baby in a small house. I somehow found some of the funny stuff they've been talking about, and quoted it to themselves but they somehow censored me. I got very angry at that. I talked to one or two of them, who were dressed in ninja suits, thinking they're revolutionaries, but then I understood a flaw in their motivations or something and begged myself to differ from them.

The place became darker and the whole environment did as well. Then I somehow arrived closer to the friend's, who was also male, house, which was not far off from the gathering location. It was early December or something, or so it felt: there was light snow, empty tree branches, cool weather, and such; I don't remember well.

So we went into the house, although it was more like a small wooden room from the inside and the outside. The room had two parts, and the house itself was maybe 2 metres by 1 metre in size, and 1.5 metres in height. The baby was sleeping in his/her bed and was dressed in white/aqua-ish clothing. Then, somehow, jokingly, the guy took out a saw and made it seem like he was really cutting the baby. But after a moment, he really wasn't. Then he did it again, and the baby was still unharmed. That part of the dream was over.

Now I was in another part of the dream, where I was in some underworld, somewhere still linked to the previous gathering house. I was not moving, I was just there. It was in a cave or something like that. At first, there was some entity that I was conversing with but it soon left the place when I asked "How long have I been dead?". Then another entity, which looked a lot like that short ugly character from Star Wars was standing near a fire and said "You've been dead.... ". I waited intensely. "... for at least a few hundred years" (or lifetimes - I can't recall now). And then suddenly, I was in-between my dream and feeling my physical self, and I felt this "uploading" sensation going through my spine and neck and through to my brain. It was loud and made sounds like many seagulls screaming combined, but getting cut off at certain parts. The sensation and sound was like a force pushing something up with boiling water, or it was more like drinking through multiple straws at one time. I then woke up completely as soon as that whole thing finished. During that process, I noted semi-arcs that were going through me and somehow controlled my "defenses", saying to myself that I have to give control to my own spirit to defend this, whether it be bad or good.

I'm not sure what the hell just happened. I've been wanting to become superior in my thinking for quite a while now.