Thread: War Story Dream

1. I am playing golf at an academy of unknown study called "Beacon". ... I then declare the oath, and say dramatically, "welcome to beacon academy!" However, as my armor surrounds me, the father reveals that it's actually the code word to go in a war against the opposing academy. In a game style, it is shown on a board with two "bishop" type pieces distanced by quite a bit (across from each other diagonally), that control a diagonal over the center and don't do much else. Other students occupy the center and hide, and it is shown in first person an extremely difficult situation where I must hide from enemies and escape. Through multiple failures, we eventually overcome the others, and have the "main avatar" occupy the opponent's avatar location. My feedback was that there needs to be something to prevent the "corner bishop" since it is guaranteed, yet sits still for nearly the entire battle. full dream: Golf of a Lifetime

2. I become lucid via WBTB and then decide to try creating a cyberpunk world... The scene then transitions to a different story.

I am in a house with a pretty girl. People are arguing, and then she suddenly says: " the bombs will all fall down!" and then true to her words, gigantic bombs arrive, destroying the house. In explanation of this, there is an extremely convoluted plot involving a war and how I go on to attempt to stop the bombs from destroying the house. I kind of forget what happens, but in the end the girls' statement was somehow taken out of context and that the bombs were attacking a far-away house. My set-up was merely to prevent her abusive and cold parents, not preventing the bombs. I then become lucid again and then ask my subconscious what his favorite song is. I also remember an online tip where they said it could be better to ask what they have been listening to rather than their favorite song, but I already know what I was listening to the previous days. He states a song that I cannot recall, and also says Fickle Friend's Swim is one of his top-choices, along with one of Troye Sivan's songs, which slightly surprised me. full dream: Boom! Surprise!

3. So there I was, in some jungle-kind of environment... In any case, I see two tribes, one water, one of plants, two completely opposite tribes. It seems that they are warring; with the cause being an elite force sent to the core to negotiate peace. However, it only almost succeeds as a woman who is presumed to be the other tribe's leader has a trap set, exploding all of them.

As I attempt to infiltrate the opposing tribe's jail, another woman then begins to battle me, with my ultimate punch failing, as well as trying to call out my Dream Guide without his appearance, also finding the wording far too slow. However, I also find a new ability, "Perfect block", managing to deflect her blows without sustaining any damage. I comment on how my defenses are slowly surpassing my offenses, and then I manage to escape with the help of "22" ability, and infiltrate the jail of the opposing tribe, where rough men with beards and all looking tough and muscular, pounding against the glass, yelling and doing other various things. I notice their treatment and speak to someone, who shakes his head and says it is all a big misunderstanding. He shows a video tape from the woman's point of view instead of my original tribe's point of view. It is revealed then, that the woman was indeed controlled by some ghostly force only visible from the opposing tribe, and exploded only because the ghost willed her to. I am shocked by this, stating: "Another M. Night Shyamalan Twist!" And gasp, then am also surprised that I did not wake up from that. Regardless, even with this misunderstanding revealed, there is never a clear ending as to whether the war was resolved or not. full dream: Jungle War With a Twist

4. I am in a war and I am on the losing side with some warriors. I become lucid. As the opposing side sends warriors, I snap my fingers, transforming them either into peacful unharming people, or having them on our side--or maybe both, I can't be too sure. The warriors on my side are very thankful for my help, but are worried for future soldiers that will come. I quickly and efficiently set up a multitude of traps, and another wave of warriors come, although they are mostly gotten rid of with my traps. As they shoot guns at me, I grin victoriously as they bounce off harmlessly with a golden glow on my body hinting my invincibility.

One Lucid dream that I had, I will share was that I was in Thailand. I think it was the Temple Of The Peacocks. Somehow I believed that I was on a trip on my own. Although, I felt like a WWII-era military soldier of war on tour or something like that because I was in military uniform at that time. I remember telling someone that we used to have peacocks in real life as I ate some Sugar Apple from nearby Annona trees. It was a woman that I was talking to who looked like she was in her 60's with blond hair. She reminded me of Mrs. Rostein from high school. She was my adviser in school.
I remember that I spooned out the pods and spat out the seeds. You can't eat the seeds. There is usually a creamy texture and taste to it but, in the dream, the texture was there but, the taste wasn't there.
As I sat eating, I remember watching a traveling merchant ride by on his purple elephant that trailed some cattle behind. I was sitting on a stonewall in the dream. It felt surprising cool in the dream. This was when I knew that I was dreaming.
I could remember at one point, I was holding a bunch of peacock feathers. The texture of the feathers felt fragile. I was from the south of the United States, in this dream. It felt surreal. I ran my fingers down the feathers in the dream. The sound of the peafowl behind me.
The scene changed as I found myself spending my time, in the dream, in the fields of Poppies and cotton fields in Tibet. I could feel the texture of the leaves and the peddles of the flowering poppies between my fingertips. I remember that at one point, I was laying in the field looking at the sky. Thinking about nothing. I could hear nature's song as wandered around and distant of monks low humming. The wind carried the tone.
I remember that I was wearing white in the dream. I felt the warm sun on my face. I felt at peace as I started to fly around the colors of music and the warm air wrapped around me like a ribbon. I felt like I was happy and full of wonder. Then I woke up.

Last night I had a dream that I was trying to escape with a group of Russian Scientists and we had to escape through this quicksand in a bunker. I recall that it felt like I was in the middle of the woods in Poland. I believe this was a World War 2 type of dream. I was instructed to play dead. There was this kid who was scared and I had to help. At one point, someone got shot right in front of me because he was expected to be a spy.

Non-Lucid: I had a dream I was in the Hospital of some foreign country. The hospital looked like it need work, the walls were a pale yellow color. It smelt stuffy in there. Apparently, I had the job of keeping some Royal family member safe or something. Think secret service. I remember going down a corridor and seeing someone I knew there. I remember he came up to me and shook my hand then left. Then at one point, I was in some operating room with a DC nurse that looked like Kaley Cuoco.
Meanwhile, someone was there was a guy who dressed as a Doctor who snuck into the nurse station. Then there was a strange green mist. Then I rushed down the corridor to the room where the Princess was in and I remember seeing that guy trying to enter her room. The guards were down on the floor.
The guy turned and said something in his native tongue that took a shot at me. I remember running full force into him and knocking him out cold.
Then I tried to get up and feeling numb on my left side. I looked down to see something red pouring out of me. Immediately felt sick for the sight of my own pool of blood. I remember people screaming, kids crying and people rushing around me. I could feel my body all of sudden, start to shake violently.
Apparently, the shot went through to the other side. The rest of the dream seemed to get fuzzy after that. All I knew that I did my job, the Princess was safe and so was her future child.

The dream: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hum...20-2019-87615/

The dream took place back in the year, 1777. I was stuck in a Victorian house with a gunshot wound to my side. I was bleeding heavily. Apparently, I was one that escaped from captivity. I was hiding out in a house with two other people. I felt weak from the loss of blood and some onset of gangrene.
All of a sudden, there was the sound of a window breaking followed by the smoke, fire, and me trying to escape. Then I woke up

In the 80s I had a very vivid dream where I was in my childhood home during a nuclear attack and I remembered running down in to the basement as the world around me went all red and the dream faded...yikes

Non-lucid: I was a fighter pilot in ww2 who was the last survivor that got lost in the middle of the thick jungles of Cambodia. However, in the lucid dream, I somehow contracted a rare Brain-eating amoeba. That was according to one of my dream characters.

Storm tonight: Old dreams flood in about thunderstorms and dreams about being in the Vietnam War and bombs going all around me. Probably because I was a movie about the war or something when I was younger. It was mostly that feeling of dodging bombs and snipers.

Dream about being captured in the 1940s by the German army and then shot execution-style and woke up some other time.

I had a dream about being tested by Nazi Scientists.