This isn't the first dream that I vividly remember. It's acutally my most recent one. This is an example of the kinds of dreams I have:
I was the main character. When the dream began, I was approaching what looked like a decrepit old factory. However, when I went inside, the building was devoid of machinery save for a huge power transformer in one corner and a bunch of HUGE and really old electric motors 20 or so feet waaay up on the second level. These electric motors were driving much bigger fans at low speeds. Also, these fans had some sort of pinkish goop that was covering some coil-like rods right over them, and immersed in this goop were torus-like objects that I couldn't identify. The lower level was mostly flat pavement, and on either long side of the factory building was a row of semi-disheveled store fronts. Many of them were abandoned. So it was like an early Edison-era shopping mall. O_o
Anyway, I looked over in the corner with the transformer, and I saw some martial arts school. The really old master dismissed the few students he had (I think there were only two) and I kinda walked up to him. He gave me a quick test to see if I was worth the trouble, and I was. During the test, I asked him what the goopy stuff over the motors was, and he said that it was from the "krispy kremes" that the original factory workers used to eat as lunch. They would put them over the motors to keep them warm. Of course, the question followed a motor burnout.
Up until then, I had had several tattoos. There was one on my left wrist and a massive dragon on my back. I also had a bandage of sorts on my right hand. The master made me take the bandage off and there was another tattoo on the back of my hand. He didn't really go nuts, but he was really enthusiastic and ranting about a "chosen warrior." I was like, "That? I got cornered by some bullies at school and they thought they could play beat up the chosen one, and I ended up with this because of that," or something to that nature.
Anyways, I learned that this particular master trained the "chosen warriors" that I had unceremoniously become a member of. Here's the bad part, though: the setting was Vichy France during WWII, so none of this master's pupils even made it out of the country alive without the Germans filling them up with lead. O.o
So, I learned the ways of the warrior from this guy, and that's basically where the dream cuts off at that point in time. Then, the dream picked up on me returning to this factory-mall of sorts, only to find it completely destroyed. I found the master had moved into another shop just a block or two away, and he said that the transformer outside his school had finally had enough and just kicked the bucket... quite violently, too.
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