Thread: Ivi942's dream journal

The nightmare I had some time ago really freaked me out, so I wrote it down right after waking up in the middle of the night.
2010.04.21-22
I dreamt I was in the sewers. There were cats walking around in the sewers and then another cat walked in. It was a cat who's expression never changed. The cat was in fact a robot, but the normal cats didn't know that and just walked together with it. Inside the robot cat there were lots of people controlling it. I was one of the people inside. Except I was also the cat. It was like I was the robot cat and I suddenly became very small and peeked what was happening inside myself. The people were controlling all of the cat's movements and reflexes, etc. The inside interior seemed like a comfortable little house's. There were stairs. Somewhere on the first floor there was something like a lab. There were lots of tv screens around it, each showing something the cat sees. But since I, the cat, was already inside, the tv screens showed what I was looking at - the young man who was staring at the tv screens in disbelief and consulting his teemates through his microfone. I saw the young man through a window of some sort that seperated the lab from the rest of the house. Suddenly, the young man turned towards the window and noticed me.He stared at me for a bit and then I quickly ran up the stairs, tossing a towel somewhere.
(I'm a bit confused, but I think this part goes here)
It was this factory or warehouse or something and people were unpacking matresses... I walked to the left, there were people who weren't working there, but just lying around on the matresses and annoying me. The matresses were next to each other. One of the annoying people was a guy with a weird dog. The guy was lying in a weird pose on his matress and there was some sort of oil all around the matress. I was there to help a worker with something so I had to walk to the strange man. Anyway, my hands got dirty from the weird oily-looking liquid and the dog suddenly attacked me. ( It looked like a really creep hairless poodel.) I didn't know what to do, so I closed my eyes, concentrated and made the poodel get thrown off and hit something. The poodel got hurt by the thing he hit...That was weird for me because I usually have to ingore it if someone sticks to me or else they'll just keep sticking( as in, if some object in the dream sticks to me and I can't get it off, I have to ingore it and pretend it's not there. I usually can't get the object off otherwise), apparently I've done the same with a few more annoying people before in that part of the dream.
Anyway, after climbing up the stairs, the people controlling the robot cat realised there was something wrong. Like I was an imposter that wasn't supposed to be there(another force controlling the cat? O.o ). So they decided to test if I was really an imposter or if I'm just a real cat... So they turned off all of their programs that were supposed to control the cat's reflexes and instincts. And then they released two dogs at me to see if I'll react like a real cat should. I tried to act like a real cat, but failed. They realized I was an imposter.Then the dogs got chased away and I saw a man coming towards me. And then I'm not sure what happened, but the people controlling the robot cat turned out to be the mafia and my older brother was in charge.He said something about my hands(covered in that oil-like thing. It dried up a bit and pretty much looked like sugar powder with water...). Something insulting. Then I was in trouble with them and they didn't want to let me go, but I found a way to escape. I climbed out through this underground passageway(that suddenly turned very small) to the bus stop from which I always go home from school. I was human again, but my hands were still dirty with that odd stuff(it seems I always had my hands instead of cat paws.). I was holding a towel and something else that got greasy from my hands. I was disgusted with the stuff on my hands and wanted to wash it off as soon as I could. So I left my backpack(which I always bring to school...) at the bus stop and went to look for a bathroom. There were many bathrooms near the bus stop in the dream. I washed my hands there and suddeny realised someone might have taked my backpack while I was in the bathroom. So I ran out and was relieved to see my backpack was still there. I put it on again. Supposedly the mafia should have been chasing me, but all I could think of at the time was that I need to get back home. I stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus that always takes me home. Then I suddenly realised that I'm not in the bus stop anymore. I'm riding a random bus and I'm already in an unknown part of the city. I'm freaked out by this, as I have no memory of climbing into the bus(which means I was more conscious than usual in a dream). I then figured the mafia must've fed me some sort of drug. I climbed out of the bus in the next stop and tried to figure out where I was. Then I followed some guys that were in the same bus as me, but climbed out in this stop too( the sound of them speaking sor of woke me up and I realised I was taking a bus). I followed them to a flat of their friends or something.(Before that I was in a place where dad's friend was looking for me in the rain. (this was another dream place)). The flat was the one I've dreamt of lots of times before. I think we watched a concert or something(BIEBER O_O ). Later, I walked out of the flat. I didn't know wher I was, but various people started yelling at me that people can recognise me... Basically that I'm not hiding and the mafia can hunt me down easily. I pulled up the collar of my poncho-like coat(that I only had in that dream...) and continued walking. All I wanted was to get back home. It doesn't matter if the mafia's chasing me, the most important thing was to get back home. Everything will be alright then. Then I was walking through some square and when I finished walking through it, I suddenly realised all of the clothes from my upper part are gone, except for the poncho. I went back and started remembering stuff about me giving my clothes to a homeless person. I blamed it on the drug again and started looking for the homeless person. I ddin't know wher my backpack went either. Then I woke up and felt extremely relieved(I was actually very scared of the mafia catching me...).