I'm in a van with my mom. shes driving, im riding shotgun and we're driving near what seemed to be my old elementary school. We're looking for a "flank" of soldiers. we come to some construction, and have the option to turn left or right. If we turn left, because of how the construction is laid out, we can't come back, and have to keep going down a road. I tell her to turn left, she does. Moms gone, vans gone, and I'm a prisoner of war, held captive by the 'flank' we were looking for a minute ago. everything is now medival.
The soldiers are carrying spears and axes, and wearing chainmail and metal helmets. Were being held in what amounts to a small barn, except made of drywall. it's actually a fairly modern building. other things out-of-time with the medival theme also. another prisoner, a girl, is wearing Nike shoes.
Thru the windows of this place, i see lots of rolling green hills. it's actually a pretty nice view. theres also other buildings peppered on the landscape.
Im one of maybe 11 prisoners. some look like theyre from the modern times, others look like they were extras in the movie Braveheart.
The gaurds come in, and start killing prisoners. they stab a man repeatedly with a spear, he falls and lays motionless. it got worse though. They take the girl in the Nikes, and put her head in a wooden vice. She keeps saying, "I'm not going to like this very much" with her head in the vice. They yank down a handle on the vice, and her head cracks open in several places. spilling a dark liquid, though not blood, and a cloudy water like liquid.
I wasn't horrified at any of this. The whole dream I was kind of detatched.
for instance, when they put the girls head in the vice, I remember looking at the cloudy white liquid and thinking, "thats were thoughts come from", and I took note of how her body was laying. but I had no feelings of extreme fear
or sadness. the thought of my head being in a vice next, never crossed my mind. The gaurds left.
Im looking at who I percived as the "leader" of the prisoners. hes wearing a metal helmet that leaves only his cheeks, mouth, and eyes exposed.
while looking at him, I hear a narrative voice say something about a plan he has already set in action, as if this whole thing is a play, or movie.
Someone points out the window and tells us the other flank is approaching. I look to see an army of men marching into the area, all in helmets and masks covering their face. some masks were shapped like dragons, others just elaborate designs. I then realize what the 'narrator' had been talking about.
our 'leader' had our soldiers dress like the enemy, and march to where they were holding us. When they got close enough, they drew their swords and started killing the guards. I immediately picked up two spears and went to work helping them. I plunged 2 spears into a mans stomach repeatedly, twisting them while i did. There was one enemy soldier left, he took off running, I gave chase, along with 20 other people. We got him down, and began telling him we were going to kill him.
This is the first time I remember feeling emotion in the dream. I felt a lot of anger towards this man. I wanted him to suffer like the girl in the nikes, or the man who ate spears before her. I put the tip of my spear in his ear, and asked him if he could feel it. When I did this I felt it too, I could feel the metal of the spear scraping around my inner ear. I then plunged the spear forward, careful not kill him, because i wanted him to suffer. he screamed, and I saw blood start coming from his ear. The others started stabbing him, and I woke up.
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what a fucking crazy dream. Why didnt I feel any emotion while watching people get killed? It seems like this dream lasted a long time. It was the dream I was having when I woke up after sleeping for 10 hours, so I was experiencing the most REM sleep of the night, but even considering that, it felt long.
lmao, people are going to read thru my dream journal and think im a violent and crazy person. theres a trend of violence and death in my recorded dreams. that should inspire me to do an RC, since I dont see people getting killed, and im not killing people in real life. but no. Ive never done an RC in a dream, still havent been lucid.
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