"Deadpool Ruins Everything" - 01/24/2019 (Dream Chain)

"Deadpool Ruins Everything"

01/24/2019

(Dream Chain)

Part 1:

I was part of an organization set up in a tall office tower. It was night out, and we'd been tipped off that someone was planning to infiltrate our building and steal some of our weapons technology. We were devising a plan to catch the thieves, setting up a trap, in the CEO's head office, and we brought in Tom Cruise to be a stand-in for the CEO, fitting him with a ridiculous wig and setting him in the boss's chair, his back facing the door. The rest of us hid, out of sight, and waited for the attempted heist that we knew was coming.

Before long, a woman walked into the boss's office. Since my vantage point was mostly at her back, once she came in, I was unable to see her face. From what I could recall, though, she had short, black hair and was wearing what looked like a white lab coat. She walked up to the back-turned boss's chair and issued some kind of threat or demand to him. Then, the chair spun slowly around and Tom Cruise revealed himself as an impostor, and the trap was sprung, thwarting the attempted robbery.

Part 2:

(I don't believe I awoke, between this dream and the previous one, but the scenario was so different that I can only count this as being a completely different dream, and not a continuation of the first.)

I was at a house party, in a suburban area. It was an overcast day, and everyone was still inside when I walked out to the carport. While outside, I was approached by a guy that seemed to have wandered up from off the street. He was a scruffy, leather jacket-wearing white guy, who looked like he could have been part of a biker stereotypical biker gang. He stepped up to me, rather arrogantly, and started spouting off about something. I don't remember whether he was being racist or just had some sort of issue with me and my friends (I distinctly remember him using some kind of "us vs them" rhetoric), but he was certainly challenging me, and I could tell that he was looking for a fight.

After a brief pause, just when it seemed as if he was contemplating swinging the first punch, he suddenly reached into his jacket, drew out a pistol, and just started firing off rounds, at point-blank range, just as I lurched away in shock. At least two of the shots hit me, around my left shoulder. It was a dull feeling of pressure, rather than any sharp pain, but I could immediately tell that I'd shot. I rolled behind something, for cover, and drew my own pistol, popping back out of hiding - just as he was reloading - and pulling the trigger in his direction. I'd forgotten to flick the safety, and the gun didn't fire. Then, I clicked the safety with my thumb and tried again. Nothing. There was no round chambered, which was unusual. While I fumbled with the weapon, trying to chamber a round, the guy finishes reloading and actually starts monologuing, while raising his gun back up at me - talking about how his choice of firearm was superior to mine and that's why he won this gunfight and blah blah. Before he could finish, though, I got the round chamber and started firing away, at him. I could see that I hit him a couple of times before he disappeared around a corner and ran off.

Still injured (which was a general feeling of being drained, rather than - again - any actual pain), but not about to just let this dude get away, I immediately started chasing after him. I saw him jump into an old car and speed off. I jumped into mine, parked nearby and took off after him. Speeding through the neighborhood, we took a turn, at the end of the street, onto a main road. I pulled out my tactical flashlight and attempted to zero-in on his rear-view mirror, to see if I could mess with his vision, while driving, but I don't think it was very effective. (It's something that I've thought about having to use for self-defense, in waking life.) The light was uselessly dim, though, and I remember trying to plug it in to my car charger. Luckily, he was approaching a traffic jam and had to cut off of the road, and through someone's yard, dipping back into the neighborhood on a parallel street to the one that we were recently on.

Cutting the corner and following behind him, I watched him bail out of the car and run between some of the houses, jumping out of my own car and following. A few people poked their heads out of their homes, to see what was going on, and I finally saw him, close to where we started. Another short firefight broke out, and I was able to put maybe five or so shots in him, dropping him down in the grass, dead. Not wanting to just leave the body in the yard, I - rather illogically - decided to drag it over to my car, thinking the trunk would be 'too conspicuous' of a place to leave him and, instead, dumping him into the back seat. Immediately after closing the door, I called the police to report what happened, citing self-defense, and walked back to the party house, nearby.

Back inside, the party was ongoing. I was still feeling weak from the bullets I'd taken, as I was telling my girlfriend, and friends, about what had happened. The front door opened, and a parade of about a dozen cops, in tactical gear, filed into the house. They began to walk right passed me, so I got up and walked over to them, telling them that I was the one who called in, and that I could take them to where the body was. The followed me out the back side of the house, and we walked across the yard toward the house behind us, since my car was still parked on the next street over. It was now night-time, and the yards seemed to stretch out for about half a football field. It seemed strange, to me, and oddly familiar. (What I didn't realize, until later, was that the yard and morphed into the courtyard outside of the tall office building from my previous dream.)

Coming around to the next street, still in the suburban neighborhood, despite the short view of the metropolitan courtyard, I led them toward my car. Walking in that direction, I started to see bright flashes of light, coming from inside my car. It was as if a flare was burning, or someone had turned on a strobe light. All I could see was the light, and it bathed out anything and everything inside. Then, I could just barely make out a figure in the flashes. At first, I thought it was the man whom I'd shot, but when I got closer, I could see that it was Deadpool. He was making these really animated, cartoonish gestures in the back window, at us, between the flashes, and the first thought to enter my mind was that he was going to screw with the evidence and ruin my self-defense case.

Now running, frantically, toward the car, I actually yelled out: "No no no no...WHY IS DEADPOOL HERE?? WHY IS HE HERE??!" I reached out and tried to open the rear, driver's side door, but the door just burst open, throwing me back to the roadway. Deadpool instantly popped out, armed to the teeth. The squad of cops saw him and immediately engaged. An absolutely insane battle broke out, right there on the street, and Deadpool absolutely wrecked these police officers. Gunfire and swords and explosions and body parts were just flying about this tempestuous cloud of white smoke under the streetlights. Within the fray, it seemed like Deadpool actually had help, as there was clearly some other figure in the battle, helping him out. I was thinking it might have been Cable or Domino, but I never actually saw them.

Suddenly, the back of my car just exploded in the battle and was flung across the street, toward me. I was still halfway sitting on the ground, and I was so in shock at everything I was witnessing, that I didn't even bother to move. The whole trunk area of my car was about to slam into me with what could have only been lethal force. Then, just before impact, the hunk of metal stopped as if it had been caught, mid-flight. I'm not sure if it was Deadpool that caught it, or his ally, but Deadpool was soon standing right beside me and leaning down in my face, saying something like: "Hey, next time something like that happens...try moving out of the way," in his trademark, jokester fashion.

The last thing I remember is him walking away, nonchalantly telling me that it was His team that attempted the heist of the office where I had been working (back in the first dream). He said that they already knew about the trap we were springing (which is what made me believe the woman in the lab coat was Domino - though I remained unable to actually see who he was with, presently), and that they were still successful in stealing the company's weaponry, which were the weapons they were just using against the police. 

  (I've had many cases of the narrative of separate dreams weaving themselves in with each other, but this one was probably my favorite. Absolutely nuts. Lol. Also, I've been painting a picture of Domino, lately, as well as looking through some great Deadpool cosplays, which would explain why the characters were on my mind.)

"The Deep" - 12/06/2005

"The Deep"

12/06/2005

(I remember two dream scenarios from last night, though much of the detail has been lost since I had to hurry up and get here to work.)

The first dream was the most intense. It took place on some desolate, off-shore structure - like an oil rig, or something. There was a long sequence of exploring this mysterious, seemingly-abandoned place, though I don’t remember who was with me. Sometime later, we realized we were being hunted through this structure by these things the resembled Yautjas (Predator Aliens). There were a lot of close calls; almost getting caught and killed by these things. After a while, the only way away from them was to sneak my way to the outside of the rig and jump overboard. 

Diving into the royal-blue waters of the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight, at All, I just began swimming as fast as I could, away from the rig. But, of course, it was a heavy case of 'out of the frying pan, and into the fire'. As I was swimming, I’d begun to realize that there was something in the water, with me. 

Something Big….Something REAAALLY big.

Tentacles flew up around me; tentacles so large that they were each about as wide as a redwood, and so long that I could never see the full length of any of them. What made it even worse was that this wasn’t just an octopus or giant squid, that was trying to get me, this was a horrific and seemingly-mythical Sea Monster. It was attacking me from below, shooting its tentacles up over my head and trying to pull me down. At one point, it succeeded in crossing some of its tentacles over the top of me and dragging me down into the depths. While underwater, I could finally see this beast that was drawing me down further into the darkness, and yeah, he was an ugly sum’bitch. (Think of the creature in the movie Deep Rising. O.O!) The thing is: I have the distinct feeling that I got away from it, rather than being drawn all the way down and eaten…I just don’t know how.

"Fragged" - 01/24/2006

"Fragged"

01/24/2006

This dream was in my old neighborhood of Canterbury, again - at G's house, but she wasn't there. T was there, with me, and we were sitting around and just shooting the shit. After a while, I remember hearing something in one of the back rooms. The house was very small, with a hollow floor, so every noise was always heard through the whole house, and we could tell, in this dream, that there was someone in the house with us. I'm not quite sure where we had them hid, but we both pulled out large handguns - like Desert Eagles - and I threw in a magazine, cocking the slide back, to chamber a round. Then, we pushed the door open and went in the back room.

For a room that is a modest size, in real life, this room seemed to stretch on into another house; a dark labyrinth of old wooden columns; and floorboards that seemed more like a massive horror movie attic than the suburban duplex that it represented in waking life. Slowly, we crept around the area, hearing subtle noises and knowing, intuitively, that there was something hidden among the shadows. We ascended a small flight of stairs (that didn't exist in the real house) and into another, darker level - weapons still drawn. Passing an assortment of pipes and wooden beams that were, themselves, shrouded by the lack of light reaching our position, I heard a sound right beside me.

The second that I turned, to wheel my gun toward the sound, the wall exploded out toward me - the electrical wiring connected to it breaking and strobing the once-blackened area with white-hot sparks. I could see a bright red flash of metal, towering in the chaotic lights before me, a large robotic arm whirring as it instantly snapped upward, in my direction. At the same time, a metallic tentacle had launched out of the end of the arm, encircled my body, once or twice, and holding me in place. My right arm raised, as did T's, and we both started busting off rounds into the face (and I use that term loosely) of this huge freaking robot that had me in the grip of one arm. It was all happening so fast that I have no problem admitting I was scared shit-less.

The gunfire was short-lived, however, once the robot's head focused in on me. A number of bladed and spear-headed weapons rotated out from behind the robot's back, all aimed ominously in my direction as my finger squeezed over and over on the trigger. I only had a good one or two seconds to process what was about to happen, staring death in the face, in the form of about 3 robotic-arm saws and 2-3 other nasty-looking, sci-fi weaponry. The arms all lurched toward me simultaneously, and I was splattered beyond all identification, my perspective changing momentarily, into a disembodied view of my remains splashing all over the wall behind me, and hearing T screaming something, even though his words were muffled by the fading of my senses as everything faded to black.

Suddenly, I woke up on the wooden floor, once again hearing the sound of T shooting. Panicked, and wondering what happened, I turned over on my back to hear what the hell all the noise was. Lo' and behold, the killer robot was standing RIGHT OVER ME, and it started to attack me, again, just as before. Jumping to my feet I rolled out of the way, this time, and stood up again. Terrified, after having previously been crushed and quartered like a grapefruit, I panicked, still having no clue what I was experiencing. For all I could see, I was having a bit of a breakdown, and I sprinted for the stairs. T was right on my heels, calling after me and wondering why I was freaking out and running away. (As if it wouldn't have been self-explanatory.) 

I didn't stop running, until I was out of the house and almost collapsed to my knees because I was freaking out. (I've never lost my mind to fear like that, before, dreaming or awake. It was a strange and unpleasant experience.) He was trying to calm me down, and I can just remember shouting something like "oh my god, I fuckin' Died! I just Died! What the hell is going on?!" Bear in mind that we were standing in the middle of my neighborhood at dusk, waving guns around, and I was losing it. T said something like "It's alright, man. You can just resurrect wherever you are. No need to freak out." I stopped for a moment and was like. "....huh?" (Well, This wouldn't have been a good time to realize that I was dreaming....  Oh, well.)

There was no time to even focus on his words. A loud noise seemed to arise from all directions, at once - a sound that was subtle, at first, grew to the roar of a nearby jet engine or something. "Is that...a plane?" T asked. We searched the sky and found nothing. Our eyes were then drawn back to the house, just as the side door flew open. We didn't even wait for anything to come out of the house, breaking into a synchronized sprint as soon as we saw the door open. Rounding the side of the house, we took up hiding places in the open carports of two houses next to each other - behind the house we were originally in - and took aim at the corner of the building, waiting for this big robot to come 'round the corner. Instead, of the robot, though, it was just an 11-year-old boy who used to live in the neighborhood. 

In short: he came around the corner and we simply walked out to meet him, infinitely relieved that it was him and not the robot-thing. He wondered why we had guns and told us that everyone was still waiting for us, inside. Going back around the house, we looked in the window and saw all our friends sitting on the couches, watching tv and waiting for us to come in. I couldn't help feeling embarrassed.

(I also remember a false awakening, after this dream, where I woke up in a conceptual mixture between two different bedrooms, and I still had the gun from the first dream under my pillow. After lying in bed and playing with the weapon for a while, I woke up for real.)

"Interceptor" - 11/22/2005 (Lucid)

"Interceptor" 

11/22/2005
(Lucid)

(Well, I've been awake for about 14 hours now, so I can hardly remember a thing, at the time of making this journal entry. I remember gaining lucidity, about two or three times during the night. I don't think either instance was prompted by Reality Checks - I simply remembered to recognize when I was dreaming, and I was able to do so.)

At some point, I remember flying. I'd planned to get to the sun, so I could complete the Advanced Lucid Task (which was to fly to the sun, break off a piece, and bring it back to Earth), and I was flying higher than I think I ever have. It was daytime, out,  and there was an amassing of huge, white clouds set against a bright blue sky. I don't remember too much of the flight, but I recall being intercepted by someone, before I was able to reach the atmosphere. I don't know who this guy was - whether some established character, or just one that my subconscious came up with - but we started fighting in mid-air, for some unknown reason. I remember him either kicking or punching me downward at a 45 degree angle that it sent me down toward the earth like a meteor - very Dragon Ball Z-style. I was able to gain a pretty good amount of flight control, which is a good improvement for me, curving my trajectory to skim my back, a few inches above the ground, and came to a smooth hover, looking up as the guy came down toward me. 

Again, I don't remember too much of the fight near the ground, but I was able off a move that I did in one of my recent nightmare-turn-lucid dreams: I grabbed him by the throat, jumped into the air with my other hand cocked back and spiked him down toward the ground, with my fist, like a volleyball. He wasn't able to right himself and slammed into the ground, making a crater in the earth that swallowed him beneath the settling rocks. I think I tried to make my way back up to the sun after that, but I don't remember anything else.

""God of War' Monsters" - 04/09/2007 (Lucid + Incubation)

"'God of War' Monsters"

04/09/2007

Dream #1

(Lucid + Incubation)

(I took a dietary supplement before bed, last night, and had a pretty long night of lucids. Unfortunately, I was also dead tired, when I went to sleep, and slept like a rock. I woke up a few times during the night but never got up to record my dreams, so my recall is horrible. So, I borrowed God of War for the PS2, yesterday, from a friend of mine, since I never got the chance to beat it. While playing it, I decided to try setting in my mind the intention to have a God of War related dream. I was a little doubtful that it would work, so well, but I ended up having a GoW dream, as well as becoming lucid.)

The first thing I remember is being in a long, dimly-lit hallway, that was about as wide as half a football field and was so long that it stretched on into darkness for - what seemed like - ever. My mom was with me, and I'm pretty sure her boyfriend was, too. We were going, one way, down this hallway when a swarming stampede of people appeared, running our way, out of the dark, screaming in sheer panic. Their clothing was kind of obscure but they seemed like villagers, of some sort, and all wore almost the same tone of dull-green. The three of us turned around and ran, in fear of being trampled by this mob. Leading the way, I told mom and her boyfriend to cut around the next corner, as I could see that the hallway dropped off into a canyon, and hanging a left was the only way to not fall. As we turned the corner, we looked back for the crowd and, mindlessly, they all continued running, in hysteria, and plummeted, one after the other, over the edge. Completely shocked by this, I suddenly realized I was dreaming.

I was instantly curious as to what everyone was running from, so I walked back around the corner. Coming out of the dark, I could see three large figures, stalking right along next to each other. I immediately recognized them as beasts from God of War. I can't really remember what the other two were, but I know one of them was a Medusa. Anxious for a lucid fight, I took the time out to stop and look at my hands, in order to solidify the dream. My fingers were bent in all kinds of weird directions. I got side-tracked for a moment, while looking at my hands, trying to visualize my fingers stretching and tying themselves in a knot; couldn't make it happen, though. So, with every detail much more clear, now, I turned my attention back toward the three monsters and started running toward them.

One of the beasts threw a spinning wheel of a glowing, energy-based weapon at me. Without even thinking twice, I put up my hands in front of me, to block it. The weapon slammed into my hands and started grinding against them while it continued to rotate at high-speed. The sound was like a metal wheel scraping up against a metal barrier, and sparks were flying from the point of impact. It was pretty badass. I then threw my hands to the side - making the wheel go flying off, harmlessly, in that direction - and kept fighting. I don't remember much of the fight, except for that I was doing some of the crazy multi-directional dives/rolls/evades like Kratos does on the game. I also ended up with a weapon of some sort, but instead of the Blades of Chaos - the two swords, attached to chains, that Kratos uses in the game - I got some sort of flaming disc attached to a chain. Sort of like a blazing version of Rygar's Sheild.

I'm not sure if it was sometime during the fight or after, but I tried dream spinning, and ended up killing the dream.

"You Can Run..." - 12/03/2009

"You can run..."

12/03/2009

(This was the longest, most intense dream I've had in a good while. Had some melatonin before bed, and B6 earlier in the day.)

In the beginning of this dream, I was rivals with some other guy. We both had these badass, custom motorcycles, that had cockpit setups like Kaneda's bike in Akira. My bike was white and orange, with chrome components all over it. (My notes say that, around here, I was told I was supposed to die, and somebody pulled a gun on me, but I don't really remember much of that situation.) Next thing I knew, I was getting chased by this "secret" syndicate. I don't remember much about how I came to discover this group, or how they came to be chasing after me, but I was soon on the run.

The first wave of henchmen was a group of ninjas. I'd been running through a mall, and they were slipping through the crowd of people, trying to keep pace. These guys were complete scrubs, though. I was able to fight them off, with very little trouble - as long as I could keep it to one or two opponents, at a time - doing some pretty sick combinations of strikes and joint locks while weaving about, periodically, to dodge incoming shuriken. No matter what I did, though, they just kept on coming. So, I kept on running. I darted for every possible staircase, but every staircase I got to, there would be about 3 or 4 of the faction members there, standing at parade rest, forcing me to keep running and trying to find a way down.

Finally, I came to an empty spiral staircase, pushing my way past people and rushing down the well, as fast as I could go. By this point, I had picked up a gun from somewhere, but I knew that I was still too outnumbered to even try to keep them at bay with the gun. With every flight of stairs I ran down, I could feel them getting closer and closer, rushing down the stairs just a few feet behind me. At every level, there were giant windows that looked out over the yard outside the building. It was night out. I thought of trying to shoot through the glass and just jumping for it. But, even with it being dark outside, I could see that the ground was way too far down to land safely...so, I kept running, gradually getting lower and lower. Finally, when I felt as if the entire clan was breathing right down my neck, I aimed at the next coming window and fired repeatedly. The window shattered just as I threw my body through it. Being at only the second story, I landed with very little difficulty, in the grass outside.

Then, it was day time, and I was driving down an abandoned road. I get the feeling that my character was a cop, or something similar - I don't know. For whatever reason, the syndicate was still after me. Everywhere I went, there they were. At one point, when I thought I was far enough ahead of them, I'd stopped at a roadside diner. They ended up just 'appearing', inside, and chasing me out. I don't remember much of that encounter, but I was soon back on the road. There were plenty more run-ins with these guys, but I don't remember many details. I do recall one instance, though, where I was running through a neighborhood. I had to climb a fence and, on the other side of said fence, the homeowners, apparently, had a pet lion. (Random!) It jumped up and tried to swipe at me, but missed. I knew I couldn't go back the way I came, so, I started walking along the top rail of the fence, trying to keep my balance. Moving from backyard to backyard, I came to discover that all of the neighbors had identical pet lions, and they were all trying to get me, as I scurried along the fence as if it was a balance beam.

My recall skipped ahead, here, and I was on a bus. I believed that the last of the ninjas were dead, and now I was home free. Right on cue - the person across the aisle from me flashed an evil grin, from behind a pair of dark sunglasses. Without drawing too much attention to himself, he flashed a very large, silver pistol. I knew, immediately, that he was from the syndicate. I got up, to rush myself off the bus, and he drew his gun on me. What he didn't know was that I had two Mac-11 sub-machine guns (from...somewhere? I'm guessing one of my previous battles). I drew on him, and we held each other at gunpoint. Slowly, I started to back myself toward the front of the bus, and then another person, beside me, stood up and aimed their gun at me. I crossed my forearms, aiming one gun at this new guy, and the one in my right hand stayed trained on the first stranger. Then, another person stood up, aiming yet another gun at me. The gun in my right hand never left the direction of the guy with the shades, though. He started talking something about how these were "more elite" members of their organization, and I could see that things had gone from ninja to supernatural.

These guys were more like Agents in The Matrix - in that they could just kind of "manifest" from anyone standing around me. But, it would only be as a sort of brainwash, since they didn't transform into completely other people. They just sort of "took over" that person's body. The man in the shades just stood there and watched me, smiling, while I tried to back myself off of the bus. As I moved down the aisle, I kept shifting the gun in my left hand all around the bus, looking frantically in all directions - but keeping the majority of my attention on the guy in the shades - not sure where the next "possessed" person would try to get the drop on me. Apparently, whenever these guys spawned, they automatically had guns in their hands. I just continued backing away slowly, aiming the gun at all the "innocent" bystanders around me. Stealing a glance out the front window, I could see that the cops were showing up, just as the bus had now pulled to the side of the road. There was a lead car, and the cavalry was close behind. I knew I didn't have much time.

I remember the explosive eruption of a short gunfight, right there in the bus, but it was over in an instant. I was soon running off of the bus and toward the lead cop car, just as he came to a stop in front of the bus. Coming around to the driver's side, I pretty much just opened the door and threw the cop out, Grand Theft Auto-style. Back on the road, again, my recall skipped ahead, once more. I now had my best friend Tony with me. I'd told him about everything that was going on (it was reading his dream about a shadowy syndicate chasing after him, yesterday, which inspired this dream of mine, I'm sure).

We were driving down the road, and he was talking about something. Unprompted, his dialogue then turned toward me, and he took on a gradually malicious tone. I could feel him staring at me, while I drove. I could hear the arrogance in his voice - the challenge. Something was wrong. I glanced in his direction, and he just stared at me, grinning from the passenger seat. Something was going to happen. I could feel it.

He made a quick grab for the inside of his coat and, as if by instinct, my right hand jumped off of the steering wheel and snapped toward him. Just as he began to pull a long-barreled, chrome pistol from out of his jacket - identical to the one wielded by the man on the bus - my hand pushed down on his, keeping him from being able to draw it all the way from the hidden shoulder holster. He kept trying to get the extended barrel out of his coat, squirming and struggling in his seat, but I kept pushing, trying my best to keep some of my attention on the road, since we had cruising down the road at a hefty speed. I kept screaming at him, trying to snap him out of this obvious possession, but he wasn't listening. He was my best friend in the world, and I knew that this was only going to end badly. It was either going to be him or me, and I just could not let him get that gun up in my direction.

I was able to notice that I had my seat belt on, and he didn't. Ahead, I could see that we were coming up to a tight turn and immediately knew what I had to do. I jerked the wheel, hard, and slammed the car into the curved rail. I don't necessarily remember becoming airborne, or the rollover, but when the car came to a rest, it was upside down. Tony had been ejected from the car, and I had to crawl out of the inverted window. I staggered away from the wreckage and looked back and the battered body of my best friend, unable to believe what had just happened. I was even less prepared, though, for what happened next. His arm - broken at the elbow, lifted from the grass. He gave it a swift shake, and I could literally hear the bone snap back into place - the arm now standing out straight. He was regenerating himself. The arm came down, and Tony raised himself up into push-up position, staring at me as if he were the Terminator, itself. Opting not to stick around until he was fully healed, I took off running down the empty road, and I don't think I looked back, once.

That's all I remember.