Last night i had a dream that i'm not sure what to call...a dream or a nightmare.
it was non-lucid...at least i think it was... it was in a fantasy setting, specificly in WoW ((World of Warcraft)) I was standing around a large table with a bunch of other men and women of various races....humans, dwarves, gnomes and a few night elves... I remember the words "raid" "captives" "undead" and "Banshee" next thing i know i'm running through the night the others from the meeting all around me all our armor and robes painted or stained black so we'd blend in.... We managed to get into the ruins and were almost into the city below when an undead spotted us.....from then on it was running battle
I remember feeling anxiety and fear...a dwarf bought it right in front of me and i remember being filled with fury....we managed to fight our way to the apothecary wing where the captives they experimented on were being held....i was running up to the cages and was about to smash the lock when a warlock came at me from nowhere.....i was hit by a shadow spell....it was just a graze but it stung like hell...after dealing with him i managed to get the cage open...my viewpoint changed and all of the sudden a weapon was shoved into my hand and i could have sworn i heard "fight your way free!" first time i've changed bodies during a dream.....at least that i remember. At that point something woke me up....
Even after the dream was over it was like i was recovering from a wartime emotional trauma. Could this be symbolic of a situation in my life?
any thoughts? comments? and just so no one asks no i wasnt playing WoW just before i went to bed