Dream 1 11:30 PM
The beginning of this dream involved my brother and I traveling up into Canada. I remember thinking that it wasn't that cold and it would be cool to live there. Somehow we ended up in a river in a canoe and I fell out and was forced down the river through some rapids. Eventually the water calmed down and I was in some kind of a Lazy River like what you see at water parks. I floated along until I came to a split. I was trying to figure out which way to go when I noticed a guy sitting on the ledge by the split. He looked like a mix between a fourteen year old black kid and a walrus. He said a bunch of derogatory things about my mom to me, but I could tell he was just playing and not trying to actually start something.
I floated down the river until I reached my dad's house. For whatever reason my dad's house always seems to be depressing in dreams. I walked around the house calling out for my dad, and I could faintly hear him, but could never find him. Then I heard someone come in the front door. It was an old co-worker Sperry. I guess I realized that there was no way Sperry would be in my Dad's house so it must be a dream. Once I realized it was a dream rushed out the front door because I felt like there was something really important to do. Outside the back door there were several wooden steps. At the bottom of the steps were my sandles. Putting them on was a little difficult and it was very realistic. One I did I started walking down the ally behind the house towards the street. It was covered in leaves like it was Autumn and I could hear the leaves crunching. Then this thing with a snake's head and a chain for a body jumped out an bit me in the leg. It remained stuck in my leg with it's fangs holding it in. I ripped it off and thew it down, but it kept moving all over the place. Since I was in a dream I figured I would just use some kind of super power to kill it and I tried to shoot beams out of fingers to kill it. It wasn't working too good, but it did seem to have some impact on the leaves that the snake was running around in. EOD.
I think trying to force the special powers to work is what ended this dream. Ill try not to force my willpower on things in the future.
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Dream 2 3:30AM
I can remember very few details about this one. It involved a lot of driving. When driving to the beach some guy started riding behind me real close and so I got pissed off and brake checked him. He seemed to respond fast enough to prevent the crash, he then tried to pass me and I hit his car near the real wheels causing it to violently crash.
The guy in the car, as well as his girlfriend got out to try and fight me. I don't remember how the fight went exactly, just that I was able to defend myself. I realized after the fight that the guy was an old buddy of mine, Rockland. Suddenly, we were all cool about the whole thing and somehow got onto the subject of whether shield training was useful in melee combat. EOD.
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Dream 3 5:30AM
Near the start of this dream I was giving tech support to some guy for Photoshop who started talking about some bridge in London being seen from a certain side at a certain angle. I told him I already had a picture of it up, but soon the dream changed so that I was actually there. The guy wanted me to paint a picture of it, so that seemed to be the overall goal of the dream.
The bridge was extremely detailed and I thought that the angle was aesthetically pleasing so I was excited to paint it. There was a large wooden boat that passed under the bridge, and then I noticed that it didn't pass over water, but a lake of eggnog. I fell in it and I remember tasting it. It tasted good but at the same time bad because I knew it was a public source and probably had some funky stuff in it.
Swimming in the eggnog was really difficult. In fact at one point I thought I was going to drown because I kept sinking to the bottom. I would hold my breath and breath in a little as I was getting desperate but it did not seem to hurt. Eventually I got out of the eggnog, and ran into some people I seemed to know including my brother. We all walked to a part of town that was pretty much the worst ghetto imaginable. In fact the scene changed so that we were no longer in London, but in an impoverished area in Africa.
We walked into a Grocery House thing where they had food all over the counters and in the bed rooms. I walked into one of the back bedrooms with one of the people I met up with. He was eating some of the food off of one of the shelves. I didn't want to do it because we didn't pay for it, but one of the employees (which was a family member) said it was okay. However, it didn't seem that he was doing it to be nice, but that he hated his job so he didnt care.
I decided I would munch on the food, too. Then I heard a big ruckus in the other room where everyone was. I walked in to find a bunch of African kids pointing guns at people. One of them saw me and came over and pointed a gun in my face. The kid looked really psycotic, I tried to cooperate to settle hime down. I told him I had a gun in my back pocket (I have no idea how it got there). He didn't even take it. I realized that this kid was going to shoot me either way so I grabbed the gun and tried to remove it from his grip. The struggled lasted for a while, the older kids in the other room were freaking out now that I was fighting back. While struggling the gun went off and shot the kid. He fell to the ground, and I noticed that he had that strange malnutrition disease that causes people to have the swollen bellies. Then he said, "How can I love Mother Nature if she doesn't love me?" before he died.
I took his gun, and took mine out of my back pocket and walked in the front room where the othere were. Except now none of them were there. The mother of the family that owned the place was laying on a couch and pointed towards the back bedroom saying that they took my brother back there. I looked at the table and saw the tips of four fingers that looked like they were the same size as my brothers. I became extremely enraged and started heading towards the door, but I woke my self up from all the anger. EOD.
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