"Space Rebels" - 11/30/2021

"Space Rebels"

11/30/2021

I was in a small squad of about three or four rebels from the Star Wars universe, and we were scouring a desert planet, looking for items and supplies. We'd come across a truck-like vehicle, with a large, locked box sitting in the bed area. Upon prying the box open, we found that it was full of some high-value weaponry, which we knew came from the, now, nearly-ancient order of the Jedi. One of the weapons was an actual, bladed sword, but the blade ignited like a lightsaber, once activated, and it stayed red-hot for a few, lingering seconds, after being powered down. It was quite beautiful to look at, and was a pretty bad ass weapon, overall.

Eventually, we wound up getting ambushed by an Imperial officer and his goons. The officer, himself, looked a lot like Hitler - mustache and all - and I made a comment that he looked "familiar," which got a chuckle out of my squad. The officer didn't seem to take too kindly to my remarks (though, I'm not really sure if the Hitler thing was ever actually recognized by him, or if he just disapproved of my tone, in general), as a firefight immediately broke out, and we all had to scramble. During the fray, we were able to pick up some of the heavy weapons from the cache, and took to some intense fighting around this small, clay building close to where the "truck" was sitting. At some point, I remember some of my squad members and I would cross the lasers from our blasters (much like "crossing the streams" in Ghostbusters), and it would produce more powerful beams that would dramatically increase damage. 

In the chaos, I'd wound up getting separated from my team, and had to move cautiously around the building, to try and find them. I began to notice that random women and children were being positioned around individual, Imperial soldiers, to use a shields, and I had to fight around them, careful not to hit any bystanders while taking down the enemy. Rounding back to the front of the building, there was now a massive crowd of women and children, all looking absolutely terrified, yet seemingly unable to bring themselves to leave the area. I knew that they had been rounded up, here, as a distraction and as cover by the Imperials - who knew that our ability to fight them would be diminished by the potential of so much collateral damage. Their level of cowardice infuriated me, and I slowly made my way through the crowd, keeping a careful eye on my surroundings while searching for my team, so as to avoid another ambush by an Imperial hiding amongst the innocent. The closest "hostages," for lack of a better term, would always reach out to me, as I passed them, trying - as if they had been coached to do so - to make it seem like everything was fine with them, and they were simply there to welcome me, as if this had been a friendly gathering. I knew that this wasn't the case.

Eventually, I noticed a figure hiding beneath a shroud or cover. I could tell that the body was tensing up, as I approached, and I prepared to have to fire upon an Imperial waiting for the right time to strike. When I crept silently upon the shroud and yanked it away, raising my blaster, I saw that it was just another small child. He looked up at me in a panic, and when I assured him that I wasn't going to hurt him, he mad the smallest of gestures - almost unperceivable - over to one side. I knew, instantly, that he was showing me where I could find my teammates, and I continued my search in that direction.

That's all I remember.

Last Night's Dreams, in One Sentence - 06/30/2021

 

"Die Hard with Lucidity" - 11/20/2006

“Die Hard with Lucidity”

11/20/2006

(Lucid)

(I popped some B6 and melatonin before bed and had what is probably the longest, single, lucid experience I’ve ever had.

Possible content influences: Just finished watching “Walking Tall” starring The Rock, which involved dirty cops – also just finished watching (coincidentally): “The Rock” starring Sean Connery and Nic Cage, which involved corrupt Marines – Also, my cousin was over here playing Grand Theft Auto on Friday - which spawned past Friday’s dream - and I haven’t played my GTA in over a year, so it was fresh in my mind.)

The first thing I remember, in this dream, is being on the top floor of a two-story apartment building, at night. I was outside, walking through a hallway, and had just realized I was dreaming. I don’t even remember what it was that brought this to my attention. It was pretty-much just “Bam. Here I am. And I’m obviously dreaming.”

I immediately forgot what it was I was doing, and I decided to go exploring for awhile, walking over to the staircase while looking down to examine my hands. They were very normal looking, except for waves of wispy, dark shadows flowing over them. Jumping off the top stair, I caught myself in the air, levitating, and began to hover around the complex. Even though it was dark, I could tell that this definitely looked something like the apartment complex I was staying in - in Georgia - like 13 years ago.

Flying felt uncommonly easy, and I just stayed a good 15-20ft above the ground, floating about, almost aimlessly. When I was flying toward another hallway, across a large section of grass, I noticed a little girl walking by herself. Since she was the first DC I saw, I hovered in a little closer and was about to speak to her. She looked up at me, looking exactly like the little girl that showed up at the end of my “Possessed House” dream (The one that I thought might have been an older version of my daughter), except that she was wearing a frilly, white and black dress, instead of a black hoodie. (I didn’t notice the resemblance though, until after I woke up.) As I was approaching, her eyes suddenly flashed a bright orange. They weren’t really threatening, but just…bright orange. Aware that I took B6 before bed, those eyes deterred me enough to make me change directions and decide not to get involved with her, because I didn’t want this dream taking a nightmarish turn for the worse.

I thought it might be a good idea to counter that potentially unpleasant experience with something a little more umm…enjoyable, so I went flying around looking for some women more my age. Haha. With flying coming as easily as it was, I was feeling a lot of control in this dream. I flew from apartment to apartment (simply phasing through the walls). Eventually, I ended up flying back up to the second floor, floating over the railing and landing softly on the walkway. I noticed that there was a party going on, a few doors down from where I landed, and decided to check it out.

There were a bunch of people I didn’t know, just hanging out at this apartment, a few of them wandering in and out of the doorway, drinking. The door remained wide open, so I just stepped in, not really bothering to introduce myself. I started mingling with the crowd as if I knew them all and ended up talking to one of the girls – really cute. Sort of like Jessica Alba’s features with shoulder-length, curly, auburn hair. We slid off to one of the back rooms, got undressed (though I don’t remember undressing), and had a bit of fun while the party went on throughout the rest of the apartment.

When we were finished, I was leaning over her, in push-up position, and my mind was already starting to wander. I was thinking something about phasing through walls and ceilings, and how I’ve never tried phasing downward before. I told her something like “hang on. I wanna try something,” and then I held onto her and started making us sink down through the bed and the floor beneath it. (I’m guessing this was due to not really knowing what to expect but…) We sank away into an empty white void. I kept trying to think of something to fill the space with – some kind of new scene (even the apartment below us, which seemed logical), but nothing came into focus. Having considered this as proof of the phasing experiment being a failure, I focused on phasing upward, instead. I jumped up as if I was jumping off of the ground and, before I knew it, I had phased up through the roof of the apartment complex and was now standing on top of it, looking out over the neighborhood.

The girl was gone and (to the best of my knowledge) I was fully clothed again. I know I took a moment to look at my hands again, right around this time, but I can’t remember what I saw in them. I do know, though, that I definitely felt more grounded in the dream state and more confident that I could take the some time to explore without having to worry about waking up. It was still night out, and I could see an industrial yard about a half-mile or so away. I decided to check it out, jumping off of the rooftop and flying off in that direction. I don’t remember landing, but I was soon snooping around a warehouse where a lot of men were working. I could tell by their uniforms that they were military men. Staying out of sight, I was trying to see what it was they were doing, but I couldn’t.

Somewhere around here (though, I don’t know exactly how this transition happened), I was sort of “remote-viewing” into one of the nearby buildings. (I think I lost lucidity here, for a moment. I’m not sure, so I’ll just assume I did, because this part is so hazy, and I don't specifically recall still recognizing that I was dreaming.) Two high-ranking officers were talking in a small room; one black, one white. The centerpiece of their conversation was the model of an airliner jet that was sitting on a table in front of them and, in particular, one of the turbine engines on the wing.

I knew, immediately, who these guys were: They were the two main villains from Die Hard 2. The white guy was telling the black guy about how his death (getting chopped up by the jet turbine in the movie) could have been avoided and what to do, next time, if such a situation should come up again. (Which is pretty funny, now that I think about it. Lol.)

After a couple of seconds, I was back in my own perspective, again, still stealthily creeping around in the warehouse. I knew that these guys were all up to something big and I was determined to stop them. The feeling of impending danger brought me to lucidity again. The dream was still feeling hazy (after that disembodied transition), and I solidified it once more by looking at my hand. I focused on it, noticing the texture was kind of bumpy and calloused. The details of my hand became more and more resolute and, once I looked up, I could see that everything else in the dream environment had, too.

I don’t remember how the whole thing started, but I was eventually spotted, and the whole place went crazy. The two C.O.s were trying to make their escape in a jet (much like in the movie) only this time it was a huge fighter jet that looked something like the X-Men’s Blackbird with two, parallel cockpits. Pretty badass looking, actually. They were taxiing  onto a nearby airstrip, and I was gun-fighting/running my way through the warehouses and industrial clutter in the yard, trying to catch up to the plane before take-off. I was hauling ass, too, on foot, actively pushing all doubt of catching this thing out of my mind, because I was lucid and knew I could catch up to it.

Suddenly, I saw a figure jump off of the plane and roll to a stop in front of me, sliding out of the roll and into a perfect stance. It was the white Officer, who was a martial arts expert in the movie. He’d stayed behind to fight me off, while the rest of his crew got away in the jet that was now gaining speed and moving faster off in the distance, in preparation to take-off.

I ran toward the guy and we started brawling. Unfortunately, I don’t even remember how the hell I ended the fight so quick but, before I knew it, I was continuing to run down the airstrip, chasing after the jet, having already defeated its defender. I could see the afterburners flare up in the night, as it began to leave the ground. Following suit, I jumped into the air and started flying as fast as I could, a few feet from the cement. I could tell I wasn’t gaining any ground, though. I was stuck at like 70mph and the plane was pulling further away. I remember thinking to myself “COME ON!! How the hell do I go faster?!? This is my Dream! It should be easy!!” I tried visualizing the world in my peripherals as a motion blur and willing myself closer to the plane. That didn’t help at all, and the jet was losing me.

Unexpectedly, I heard sirens behind me and, when I looked back, I saw a black Lamborghini with police lights on, it tailing me. (The same one that pulled me over in the recent bowling alley dream? Apparently, the cops were in on this “military” operation, as well.) I dropped out of the air and landed in front of the car. When the car skid to a stop, I obviously jacked it from the cop (don’t remember doing it, though) and, before I knew it, I was speeding down the airstrip, trying to find another jet. I remember the awesome feeling of pushing the engine on this thing and shifting gears, letting go of the stick at one point to look at my right hand again in the, passing, airfield lights, trying to keep the dream stable. This time, my hand seemed to have tiny boils and blisters all over it, but I was too preoccupied to worry about the details. I focused on the whole hand for a moment - clearing up the little bit of fog that had started to haze over the dream - met again with a sense of confidence that I wouldn’t be waking up too soon.

There was a long sequence involving me driving through some twists and turns of this “industrial yard,” looking for another jet. The military men that stayed behind were still out there and trying to kill me. At some point, I was headed toward where I had a feeling I could find another plane, when the car I was riding in got sprayed with bullets. The engine caught fire and the first thing I could think about was Grand Theft Auto. (Anyone who plays that game knows that you have like 10 seconds, after your car catches fire, before it explodes.) 

A million things ran through my mind. It started off with “SHIT! What’s the cheat code to put out the fire in GTA?!” Then, I thought “Wait..this isn’t GTA! There is no cheat code! Ok, I should bail out! How do you bail out, in GTA?! Uhm Uhhhhhh…..Triangle! You Press Triangle! Wait! I don’t have a controller!!” As soon as I thought this, I looked away from the steering wheel and looked back, and a PlayStation controller appeared, embedded into the vinyl. (Haha)

I slammed my thumb down on the triangle and was ejected from the side of the car, hitting the ground rolling, but feeling no pain. The car kept driving and, as I stopped rolling, I looked up and saw it crash into a wall and explode. (Funny that I went through all that, and all I had to do was open the door and jump out. The ridiculous stuff we do, when we panic. Lol.)

So, I was on foot, again, dipping away behind all of the crates and industrial clutter. When I was sure no one could see me, I took a moment to look at my hands, yet again, stabilizing and prolonging the dream. As I was walking and analyzing my hand, I remember thinking to myself “There is No Way I’m going to remember all of this, when I wake up. I need key words or something...” I started backtracking over my dream, picking out all the little details that I wanted to make it a point to remember: It took a minute but I was able to remember certain factors, all the way back to becoming lucid in the apartment complex.

While lost in thought (I didn’t really get a chance to focus on clarity, when I looked at my hand, because I got sidetracked), I noticed that I’d come across another, dual-cockpit, jet, like the one I had been chasing. It was sitting in a docking station - steam rising from the afterburners, like it was ready to go. I crept over to it, and was just about to climb aboard, when someone started shooting at me. I had to jump back down off of the ladder as more people ran in to assist the shooter, gunfire coming from all over the place. The firefight lasted a couple seconds, and I’d lost lucidity, during it. I remember beginning to get so overwhelmed that I had to completely abort the plan of using the other jet and (I think) resorted to blowing it up in order to kill a lot of the bad guys, that were now swarming around it, so as to make my getaway. I, conveniently, found another car in the industrial yard. It was some sort of suped-up racer. I only remember seeing it from behind.

The dream shifted, and I was suddenly way out in the boonies, somewhere. I still had this sleek car and was stopping in at a gas station. I think I was still on the mission; driving out to wherever it was the black C.O. flew off to. Coming out of the convenience store, I saw flashing lights and heard sirens coming in my direction. The dirty cops were after me, again. The last thing I remember is speeding away from the gas station with all these cops on my tail.

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"UFO, EMP, WTF" - 01/13/2011

"UFO, EMP, WTF."

 01/13/2011

 

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I had been hanging out with a few friends. JH was there, and there were a couple of girls along with us. We'd spent most of the night just partying and getting into a lot of shit we weren't supposed to be. I remember being in a garage, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and one of the girls from the back seat slithered up front to sit on my lap. Looking back, though, I can't say that this was a girl that I actually knew in waking life.

Later, we were supposed to be headed to a house party but, when we got there, it was completely abandoned. It was the middle of the night, and there were still a couple of cars outside, even though there was apparently nobody home. Ultimately, not caring that the place was deserted, we all just decided to hang out there, anyway, and have our own little party. So, we started just hanging out and getting hammered in the abandoned home. The whole thing seemed completely wrong, though. Everything was dark and ominous, and the house itself had a really run-down, horror movie type of feel to it, as if it was a cross between the Bates Motel (Psycho) and Springwood High School (A Nightmare on Elm Street). Even though we were trying to disregard it - and having a grand ol' time doing so - there was still this foreboding feeling that we just shouldn't be there.

After some period of time, we were all outside. The house was somewhat in the sticks, and even though there was a least one neighbor nearby, there were acres and acres of open land around us. Suddenly, in the dead of night, we heard the electronic whir of some sort of aircraft above us. We looked overhead and there was a small cluster of about three spot lights beaming down, through the clouds, and sweeping over the house and surrounding area. The machine was hovering, just too high above the mist for us to make out its shape. Still, it was easy to see that it was like nothing I'd ever witnessed. Just as suddenly, a convoy of military vehicles roared onto the scene, tearing through the grassy field beside us, and apparently chasing the flying vehicle, which had shifted off to the clearing behind the house. There was something huge going on, and we weren't even sure if we were allowed to be on this property. We figured that it would probably be best to get the Hell out of the area, before the military decided to come back, and 'interrogate' any witnesses. However, when we tried to start the cars, they were all dead. Everything electronic was dead. Initially, we figured, that thing in the sky had triggered some kind of EMP, and that we were now stranded. (Didn't realize that this didn't explain how the military was able to drive in across the field. Oh well.)

The next thing I knew, it was the following morning. I vaguely remember waking up in a friend's car. We were trying to leave again, and this time, the car actually started. The only thing left was for me to check my car...which was nowhere to be found. I exploded into panic, jumping out of the car and scoping around for mine. JH suggested that I might have parked it around back, with some of the others (and, now that I think of it, I don't even remember having my car, at the beginning of the dream, so this panic attack I was having was completely nonsensical. Haha.). I went around the side of the house, and into the back yard. There were a a few cars back there, but most of them looked run down, and mine was nowhere in sight. I'd gone back around to the front of the house and found the rest of the group in the garage. They were tending to the girl who had been with JH, and she was, apparently, very sick. She had these mysterious bruises that just showed up, all over her body, and there was suddenly blood all over the portion of the car where she was sitting, which was unmistakably hers. Everybody was freaking out, because this girl was visibly getting worse, by the moment. I was immediately reminded of the parasitic vines in the movie The Ruins, and I couldn't help but think that this girl had them crawling around beneath her skin. If she was somehow infected with these parasites, we were all in grave danger, and we had to get out of there. Like Now.

There simply wasn't enough room for all of us to drive off in the only car that we had (there seemed to be more of us there than when we arrived), so I knew we needed some other mode of transportation. I ran back around to the rear side of the house and started looking for a car that might actually start. There was a really dope-looking, customized Camaro, but it turned out to be a complete junker that simply didn't run. Another car, which seemed suitable from afar, suddenly morphed into a child's Power Wheels type of toy, as I got closer. Finally, I came across another car, which looked a lot like mine, except that it was a convertible and a different color. We somehow got it started, piled ourselves into both vehicles, and drove away to try to get some medical attention for the girl's presumably alien affliction.

That's all I remember.

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"Desert Outpost" - 12/07/2006

”Desert Outpost”

12/07/2006

Dream #2

This one jumped around a lot. Me, T, JL and someone else were hanging out in an unfamiliar apartment complex. This girl, N, that I used to work with, a few years ago, lived in one of the apartments. Some time, throughout the dream, we’d gone to Burger King and, when we came back, my food was leaking through the bottom of my bag - a stringy mixture of mayonnaise, and grease dripping all over my legs. We got out of the car and were eating our food outside on the steps of N's apartment, when some little kid came up and was asking me about why my food was so soggy. I can’t remember what I told him though.

Later, some sort of drama happened and I think T ended up getting into a fight with someone in the neighborhood. It had been “hours” (perceived) since we ate at BK and he was feeling all good after winning a fight, so he said something like: “Let’s go get hot wings. I’m buying!” so we went and ate wings at some unfamiliar place. Standing in line, some of my ROTC buddies were there. I remember KA kept trying to get in front of me, in line, whenever I wasn’t paying attention. I’d grab him in a lock and shove him back to his spot, and we’d start play/fighting in line.

The dream shifted again, and it was daytime. A bunch of us (I think it was mostly the ROTC crew) were going on some “desert safari,” where we were supposed to venture to this mystical sort of place, way out in the desert. We each left at different times, because part of the trial was to see who would make it all the way there, without quitting. I had my camera with me and was walking alone through this scorching desert. T’s camera is on his phone, so he kept sending me pics that he was taking, while he was walking. After what seemed like forever, I came to a large mesa, with a sign in front of it. I knew there was some sort of civilization near this mesa, and I had been waiting to find it for a while. The sign, though, said that the “mystical city” we were looking for was still 2000 miles away, and something else about the sign evidenced that I’d only traveled 2000 miles in the first place. I was only halfway there, and about to pass out. The civilization that I heard this mesa was around was nothing but an outpost. I could see it way off in the distance and it was still quite a trip, so I continued walking.

At some point in time, I noticed that, instead of a poncho, I was wearing my bathroom robe (…which struck me as weird, but wasn’t enough to make me lucid). I noticed that there was supposed to be a lot of wildlife on this trip, and I hadn’t seen any. However, when I stepped into this small outpost of a town, there was wildlife running loose, all over it. The thing was: not only were these dangerous animals (alligators, bears, etc) but they were huge - gators as tall as 4 ft, while on all fours; bears which stood about as tall as full-grown men, again, on all fours.

Exhausted, I traveled to the center of this outpost and my surroundings were a mixture of calm and chaos. Some people were running for their lives as these monstrous beasts were chasing them down. Others were just standing around and taking pictures, like tourists in a theme park. I was about to start taking pictures of this weirdness, when I happened to turn around and see a guy running toward me with a massive bear - bigger than he was - closing in behind him. The bear caught the guy’s backpack in its mouth and picked him up off of the ground. He screamed in sheer, helpless terror, as the bear shook him from side to side, like a dog shaking a chew-toy, and then let go, the man flying through the air and smashing through a chain link fence a good 50 feet away.

I slowly lowered my camera and kept walking, thinking that now wasn’t a good time to stop and take pictures. Ultimately, I just wanted to get inside, where I could rest, peacefully, away from these dangerous animals. Strangely enough, there was a sandwich shop in one of the old buildings, which had a sign that said “Subs / Sodas” etc. on it. I remember getting some strange looks from the locals (probably because I was still wearing my bathrobe), before going inside the shop to find something to eat, but I don’t recall anything after this.

"When the Moon Comes Out" - 05/09/2019

"When the Moon Comes Out"

05/09/2019

I was with my best friend, T, in a school gymnasium. Apparently, we were being sent on some mission, where we would be transported through time and space, for a major battle. This would be a time-dilated experience, so, even if we took days to get the job done, only seconds would have passed, to everyone around us, by the time we got back home. A crowd watched, while we walked up into the bleachers, donning armored suits and taking our choice of weaponry from a scattered pile near the top. I remember assembling and disassembling various gun parts, in order to customize my loadout, and we both walked back down to the floor, carrying beefy, dual rifles, with all kinds of accessories on them. I don't remember much of the actual trip through space/time, but I recall that it had to do with some sort of ritual that had to be performed by the people who were sending us on the journey.

The next thing I knew, I was "waking up," in an all-white bedroom - either in a crouched position, or sitting in a chair. I don't remember which, but I got the feeling of "coming to," in a position of rest. Looking around this unfamiliar setting - unarmed, as it seems my armor and weapons had disappeared - I tried to get my bearings and remembered having been sent on this other-worldly mission. A strange sensation of "not-quite-lucid" washed over me, as I felt a very surreal nature to this place. It felt very cerebral, almost dream-like, in sense that I felt any anxiety I might feel may actually manifest into a bad situation, here. Despite the fact that I was surrounded by pearl-white decor, with daylight beaming in through the windows, there was an unsettling stillness about this house. Trying to push the tension out of my mind, I began exploring my way through the deathly-silent house, eventually making it to a back door.

Outside, it was a completely different scene. There were plenty of people, milling around. Children ran about the yard, as if there was some family get-together going on. After some walking, I was approached by three, burly, Latino men who, for some reason, decided to start shit with me. I don't remember many details of the fight which ensued, but I know that it still had that 'almost-lucid' feel to it. I had them supernaturally outclassed, leaving two of them writhing around in the grass, in paint, with the other one backing away from me and asking for mercy. He actually asked if I would stick with them and help be their "bodyguard," so to speak, whenever they ran into trouble. Lol. I simply declined.

Shortly afterward, I could see that people were beginning to disperse from the area, in a fashion that immediately implied that they were seeking shelter. The doors and windows of neighboring houses were being closed and shuttered. I noticed that the atmosphere was growing increasingly overcast, and a very distinctly ominous wind was beginning to swell. Even the tough guys I'd encountered were scrambling away, and I could hear them mentioning something about "what happens when the moon comes out." Suddenly, the revelation hit me that I may not know what was going on, but I should probably seek some kind of shelter, myself.

I ran to the nearest building, which, I believe, started out as just another house. Once inside, though, it morphed into a run-down slum of an apartment building. The hallways were dark and cluttered, with peeling walls and holes in every other surface. People were still shutting and shuttering their doors, so I decided to just keep searching until I could find a suitable place for myself, rather than attempting to deal with any of these strangers. Before long, I was stopped by a woman who stepped out from the shadows of a doorway - a white woman, a few years older than me, with somewhat frizzled hair and a hardened look to her. She seemed familiar, and I soon recognized her as who I believed to be one of the faces in the crowd, back in the gymnasium I had been in before making the jump through space/time.

Hurriedly, she told me to follow her and started leading me up one of the winding stairwells of this apartment building, explaining to me about the "monsters," that flood this town, after dark. As we traversed to the higher levels of the building, I could see that the weather was quickly deteriorating, outside. The wind was now howling loudly, and night was falling ridiculously fast. I remember asking more questions about these monster attacks, and - though I don't recall what one, specific question was - I recall her answering me, very dismissively, with: "Well, it doesn't really matter, because nobody else here is likely to survive the night, but us."

At one point, she motioned for me to crouch and be quiet. I immediately complied, and she pointed up to a huge hole in the wall, rounding off the next flight of stairs. Through the hole, I could see the lights of a helicopter, ascending just outside of the building. It had a cargo palette suspended beneath it and, as the palette rose into view, I could see a large, bulky object resting upon it - definitely some kind of monster. It was either sleeping or sedated, with a body about the size of a rhino, and a face like a cephalopod (squid-like), with tentacles hanging from its snout. It was clear that there was a human faction releasing or aiding these monsters, and this woman knew all about it.

Eventually, we made it to one of the higher floors, and she showed me her hideout, which had heavy, metal barricade shutters. We spent the rest of the dream riding out the night in the safe house, but I don't remember else.

"Stealth-tastic Three" - 08/03/2007

”Stealth-tastic Three”

08/03/2007 

Dream One

I wish I could remember more of this one, because it was awesome, and so vivid. It was something of a cross between the movies Stealth and Fantastic Four. I was a part of a team of young, hotshot fighter pilots, which was made up of myself; a white dude….and Jessica Alba. (Obviously replacing Jessica Biel, who wa actually in the Stealth movie.)

We were flying these sleek, little, black, vertical take-off/landing aircraft, equipped with retractable force fields (kinda like pilotable versions of the aircraft from Stealth, though I can’t remember if that one had a force-field or not. I think it did, though). At some point, we had flown out to this restaurant/bar, somewhere in the desert, in what seemed like Nevada - except not quite as barren, and with just the slightest bit of greenery around. Landing outside the bar, we went in and had some food (don’t remember whether we had any drinks or not). While there, another pilot - a black guy, wearing the same flight-suit as we were - walked into the bar. I don’t remember whether or not our meeting was scheduled, or he just showed up, but he sat with us and gave us a warning about the A.I. that was integrated into our aircraft. I can’t remember exactly what he said, though. I don’t think he confirmed that there was any immediate danger, but simply told us to be careful.

We left the restaurant, shaking his hand as we walked outside to our planes. While we were taking off, I remember looking over to the side, from my cockpit, and seeing Jessica standing up in her cockpit, with the canopy flipped up. It was a pretty badass sight to see her standing there, riding this plane that was climbing in a slow, vertical take-off, with the canopy up, and gazing out over the land like she was just the coolest thing since sliced bread. Heh. A few moments later, she just sat down, dropped the canopy, and we all shot off, horizontally, flying off to wherever.

There was a long sequence, that I completely do not remember, where our planes started turning on us. Even, thinking about, I’m not sure how this exactly would have played out, but I just know that that was the inevitable twist in the narrative.

Skipping ahead: we were back in the big city, in what looked like a high-rise apartment building. This game of cat and mouse, between us and the machines that were now trying to kill us, continued. The last scene I really remember was when we were in one of the rooms of this apartment and one of the planes had blown a hole in a wall, big enough for the small, personal aircraft to hover into the building. The room was fairly large, but the plane completely filled up the majority of it, hovering between the floor and ceiling, with precision – merely inches to spare. We were completely cornered, with our backs against one wall, and we saw that the plane was preparing to fire a rocket at us – point blank range. The plane’s force-field went up, shielding itself from the impending blast, and the rocket fired, somehow slipping through the energy field (which I think wasn’t possible with the plane’s force-field, in the movie, if the one in the movie did have a force-field). Prepared to be blown to dust, we all hit the ground in futility….or so I thought. 

There was a massive explosion, fire engulfing everything around us. However, somehow, I was alive. 

I raised my head and looked around me, seeing nothing but flames and debris exploding, completely blotting out the form of the fighter plane. In shock, I slowly turned to my left. Just over my left shoulder, I saw Jessica, standing strong, with both arms held out in front of her. At the last moment, before the rocket exploded, she had created her own force-field (like her character on Fantastic Four) and had shielded us from the rocket. It was one of the coolest things I’d ever seen.

When the smoke and fire cleared, she dropped the shield. The plane was gone, and we were left in a completely destroyed room. The last thing I remember was stepping out into the - equally-demolished - hallway, and seeing a tenant, further down the corridor, crawling out of some rubble and screaming in agony, because he had about 4 feet of wooden railing driven through his chest, due to the explosion. He staggered, aimlessly, around the hallway, with this beam just sticking out of his body.

"Shaken, not Stirred." - 04/24/2005

"Shaken, not Stirred."

4/24/2005

(Eat your heart out, James Bond. Lol.) This one started out in a warehouse party. Great music; lighting; the whole nine. The crowd wasn’t too large - just how I like them, and there were many breakers and poppers, lighting up the dance floor. I tried to bust out a few moves, myself, but for some reason, I couldn’t get the coordination right. No matter, though. I couldn't remember who my date was, other than that she was a brunette with an exotic look to her. When the dream changed, the transition was so smooth, I almost didn’t recognize it. A hail of bullets ripped through the warehouse, from outside. For the most part, the crowd seemed to have disappeared, except for myself; my date; and just a handful of others. Taking cover, I glanced out the window and saw a militant vehicle circling around, outside. I can’t remember if I intentionally conjured the sub-machine gun, that I suddenly had - or if I just picked it up - but there was now one in my hand. My date had gotten out from behind her cover, to come to where I was hiding. Just as she did this, the vehicle came around again. I dove out, from behind the wall I was covering behind, and had to physically shoulder the girl out of the way as another stream of bullets broke out over our heads. From down on the deck, I returned fire, but this vehicle was an armored watercraft. It seems the warehouse we were in had been on a small patch of land, in some sort of harbor, with a few tall buildings stretching skyward, around us. I gave the girl the gun, telling her to keep herself in cover, and threw myself from the window, diving into the water as the boat went behind the building again. There was a small pontoon boat in the water, that the enemy kept passing, and I made my way over toward it - feeling, in the back of my mind, that there was something Large, living under the water (as there usually is, in my dreams that contain lakes and swamps and things). Trying not to think about whether this assumed creature - or creatures - would be carnivorous or not, I reached the pontoon boat and crawled up onto it, pulling myself over the side and into the boat just as I heard the enemy boat come back around, and ducking out of sight. The second that they passed me, I dove back into the water with one arm stretched out, grabbing the back of the armored watercraft. Its wake sprayed, relentlessly, into my face, the vessel dragging me through the water, as it made another pass around the warehouse. Seeing no one outside, they broke off their patrol and we continued on down one of the narrow canals that lea inland from the harbor, and I climbed up the back of the enemy boat. What came next is very obscured, but consisted of your normal, Bond-ish, 'climb-aboard-with-the-element-of-surprise-and-disarm-and/or-kill-everyone-around-you' scenario. I wish I could remember all the details of it, but its all blurred until I ended up atop one of the taller buildings around the harbor. Night was falling, and I suppose I’d been fighting this militant group for the whole time. With a freshly-acquired (likely stolen) weapon in hand, I glanced off of the high roof, back toward the harbor and the warehouse where everything had started. Still not quite lucid (though you’d figure all of this would have told me Something), I took a few steps and launched myself off of this rooftop. The world slipped into a vertical blur of velocity, while I free-fell toward the concrete that lined the harbor. I landed with a forgettable softness, on both feet, just as my date had come running out of the warehouse, in front of me. With all, now, quiet - moonlight fallen on the still waters - we dove into the water and swam away from the dangerous place, joyously dismissive of the massive 'Thing' that I could just instinctively feel was living, somewhere, in the waterways we used to escape. ….Amazingly…no true lucidity. But hell, entertaining dream, nonetheless.

"New World Disorder" - 12/08/2016

"New World Disorder"
12/08/2016

 T, B, M and I decided to infiltrate a Neo-Nazi rally.

We were being led down into what seemed like an underground garage, surrounded by Neo-Nazis. Most were stereotypical - white, with shaved heads - but there were a few minorities speckled throughout the crowd as well. En route to the meeting area, we passed through several rooms that looked as if they were ripped out of the "generic haunted house" handbook; various torture chambers - both physical and psychological - with a number of digital monitors showing compilations of gruesome acts of violence that were, undoubtedly, being performed on the people being held captive within this place.

We were herded into a main room and shuffled our way toward the back of the gathering of maybe a little over 100 people, trying as best we could to blend in as sympathetic to their cause, in order to observe their actions and rhetoric. One man spoke from the podium and, though I can't really remember much of what he said, it was all too constantly met with cheers and chanting from the mob.

Before long, the rallying cries began to take on a tone of suspicion and accusation, waves of negativity progressing through the crowd and making their way back toward us. The group was becoming more and more alarmed that there were traitors or 'outsiders' among them. It didn't take long before we were confronted and discovered to be...disloyal. A long chase inevitably ensued, and we were soon sprinting through the halls of this expansive facility, which was gradually morphing from a dank, dilapidated, present-day industrial setting and into a sanitized, futuristic and seemingly state-funded Base of Operations with grayed-out metal and stone interiors that looked pretty-distinctly Sci-Fi. Armed sentries pursued us while we dodged and darted within the halls, at one point coming to an annex and staring down the barrel of a massive cannon that they had instantly erected in our path before we changed directions and ran down an other hallway before the group of henchmen manning the unnecessarily-large weapon could get a single shot off.

Having split from my group while running, I was being tailed by a small squad of Nazis (now in even more militaristic attire), when I turned a corner of an apartment-style hallway, ducking into the first open door that I saw and closing the door behind me. Inside, I ran into a young woman who was quite startled by my having barged into her room. Frantically, I whispered a plea for her help and gave her a brief rundown of what had happened. Apparently, she was one of many people being held by these fascists against her will, so she was willing to aid me by shoving her into her closet. The patrol kept on searching, so I had to remain in this cramped space for most of the day. The girl ended up taking a nap on the bed across the room, and there eventually came a knock at the door. The guards were doubling back and checking the rooms, individually.

The girl didn't hear the first few knocks, or the demands for the door to be opened. Fearing they were going to burst in and search the place, I picked up a shoe from the closet floor and chucked it across the tiny apartment, hitting her with it and waking her up just in time for her to respond to the guards. She tried to get them to leave her be, but they insisted upon coming in, just before I was able to fully shut the closet door - which the girl noticed. She tried to keep their attention from the closet but, from the darkness, I could see that they were starting to glance over toward my hiding place in suspicion. When they did, the girl raised a huge stink about how they were immoral thugs, disrespecting her privacy. She was even able to call in another female friend to back her up. The friend came in, immediately chastising the guards for being so cruel as the pair whipped up some crocodile tears and began to console each other for this apparently sexist infraction. The newcomer seemed to know all about the rouse, and was playing along perfectly.

It worked. The guards, not wanting to get too caught up in this seemingly-overwhelming display of female emotion, ended up leaving the room without fully searching the place. The two strangers had saved me, and when I was sure the patrol was gone, I set back out to find my friends.

I remember one last fragment about being on the outside architecture of the base, maybe a few hundred feet above ground and cornered by the patrol, yet again. I don't recall how the whole thing ended, though.

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 (Possible inspirations: a topic recently came up, where some friends and I were reminiscing on a time when we created fake accounts for Stormfront.com, which is a "White Nationalist/Supremacist" website, and did a hilarious trolling raid on them, some 10 years or so ago. Obviously, with everything that has been going on in American politics, as of late, the subject matter has been on my mind.)

"Imbedded" - 01/18/2007

“Imbedded”
01/18/2007

(Jesus, what a dream. Definitely not one of the cool action scenarios I've come to enjoy. I’d taken a multivitamin before bed, which I’m beginning to figure is a lot less necessary, seeing as how I haven’t been smoking at all, during the week. Usually when I take something before bed (B6 or Multivitamins) my dreams are not only much more vivid, but intense, so I may be giving those a rest, too. We’ll see.)

Anyway, as this dream began, I was journalist in Iraq. The sun was just starting to set and I was working along side CNN’s Soledad O’Brien. She was working a different topic, but we were working very close, often intertwining our stories, I’d suppose. The beginning is more of a blur. I know the topic I was covering had something to do with this underground tunneling system that the Mujahideen were using to tactically move around Iraq. At first, I was under the impression that I was given clearance to cover this story, but at one point, as I was standing along with Soledad and her camera crew, some of the Jihadists singled me out. One, seemingly unarmed, man grabbed me by my arms and began to walk me away from the rest of the crew. Obviously, Soledad was accepted, as they made sure to let her know that it was only me that had done something wrong. I remember her calling after me and trying to tell the hooded men that I was a part of her team. It meant nothing to them.

Being quickly guided toward the corner of a building, away from the cameras, I asked the guy where he was taking me. He said that he had orders to simply take me around the corner and execute me. I don’t even think he gave me a reason. Immediately, I was terrified. I didn’t know what I was going to do.

We got around the corner and into a small alley way. Scared out of my mind, I watched the man reach into the front of his pants and pull out a black pistol that looked a lot like an old Luger. As he was bringing the barrel up in my direction, I desperately lunged for the gun, grabbing it by the barrel and the man’s wrist. He fought back and the two of us struggled to gain control of the weapon. The scuffle lasted a couple of seconds and it ended up with me bending his wrist to a good enough angle to slide my finger into the trigger housing and squeeze, just as the barrel swung around to the guy’s head. The loud crack of gunfire rang out - and then, silence.

My heart sank, even though I’d killed him in self-defense, and I backed away. I didn’t even have time to collect my thoughts before I saw more men coming around the corner, a few-dozen yards away. I broke into a sprint, in the opposite direction, and began running through all the twisting and turning alleyways trying to lose them. The sun was going down and I was looking for any sort of shadowy places to hide. I passed a huge pen with a dog in it that started barking as I approached. I moved around the pen, constantly watching my back.

Coming up to the next corner, I actually began hearing mother calling for me. I looked into a nearby doorway and saw a man aiming a rifle at me, but my mom was next to him, motioning for me to hurry into the doorway. I went inside this building, that was actually a covert bunker for the American forces. Mom was there as an aid, and there were a bunch of people inside listening to surveillance equipment and staring at radar screens. They told me that (somehow) this building was 100% safe. Shaking, I sat down in a chair and began agonizing on how close I’d come to being executed and reflecting, painfully, on the fact that I’d just killed a man. For the last few seconds of the dream, I was a complete mess of emotions.

…I gotta stop watching the news.

"WhoSane?" - 01/10/2007

"WhoSane?"
01/10/2007

I was with a bunch of friends at a nightclub. It reminded me a lot of Tabu, in Orlando, but with a bunch of subtle changes. One of the changes was that there was a concession area which was separated from the dance floor and in a completely different room, whereas Tabu has the dance floor and bar in the same place. I broke away from my friends and walked out to the concession area. It had immediately turned to daytime, in the concession area, and it was a lot like being at the snack bar at a college football stadium. When I got to the window, I bought a couple of drinks. A Middle-Eastern guy was working the stand and he either had a name-tag that said “Apu” or he told me his name was “Apu.” I can’t remember which but, regardless, I knew that was his name. The total came up to like $6, and all I had on me was my Visa card. I tried to pay with the Visa, but he said there was a $8 minimum for credit/debit. Annoyed (because I hate “minimum restrictions” when trying to use my card) I started looking around for something else to buy, that I know I didn’t really want, anyway. 

Without warning, there was an explosion, off to one side of me, and in walks Saddam Hussein, himself, along with a small entourage of his officers. For no reason at all, he just started going ape on the stadium, and his group begins killing everyone in sight. I can’t remember the actual dialogue, but somehow I got singled out by Hussein because he was really close with Apu, the concession clerk, and he somehow knew that I was frustrated with the $8 minimum, so he took my frustration as “disrespect.” Before I knew it, I was running for my life as everything - from machine-gun fire; to rockets; to grenades - was being hurled in my direction. They had absolutely no regard for anyone else in the crowd. As I was running and zig-zagging through all of these people, large crowds were being blown apart and riddled with bullets that were meant for me. I left the “club” and these maniacs chased me, rockets pretty much destroying everything around me. I was booking like a damned track star, though! Haha. 

 The scenery around me made a subtle transition, from an American city street to what seemed like an old, Iraqi neighborhood. The onslaught continued, though – men, women and children being annihilated, circumstantially, while I sprinted along an erratic, snaking path away from Hussein and Co. 

As if this all wasn’t random enough: whose house do I end up going to for help? Uday Hussein, Saddam’s (also deceased) son. (I don’t even know what he looks like IRL. Lol.) Nice house, too... 

…Anyway, I ran in through his door and caught up to him while he was in his kitchen. Frantically, I was screaming something along the lines of “Uday! Help me! Saddam has gone fucking Berserk, and he’s going to kill me!” Uday, of course, simply gave me the most pitiful look and then bust out laughing. I was left suddenly thinking to myself “Crap. This was a great idea...” 

So, the door opened and Saddam and crew came walking in. Uday, still laughing, leaned in and gave Saddam a big hug, and the entire group turned to look at me in unison, smiling. Figuring I was about 10 seconds away from being slaughtered, I suddenly made a break for a glass patio door that I noticed in the corner of my eye. Even though it only took me about 2 seconds to reach the door, I had time to wonder how much crashing through a glass and wood-grid door was going to suck and brace myself to get shredded by the glass. Surprisingly, though, I pushed the entire door straight off the hinges, uniformly. While running, full-speed...again...I remember wondering just how in the hell I got through the glass door without breaking it. 

 I don’t remember anything else after this, though.

"Nazis... I Hate Nazis." - 10/13/2007

"Nazis... I Hate Nazis."

10/13/2007

Dream #1

(Had a multivitamin before bed.)

I remember driving along some highway, going to visit Tony, who was out of town, somewhere. Once there, we were hanging out by the pool, at night, with some other people and Tony had gone upstairs, to an apartment on one of the highest floors. He went missing for some time, so I decided to go find him and mess with him. Instead of taking the stairs, I, for some strange reason, decided to climb a rope that led up to every floor, so that I could sneak up behind him, if he was out in the hallway somewhere (I'm sure it made sense, in the dream. Lol).

When I got to the floor that the apartment was on, Tony was already standing there, right in front of me, with his arms cross, grinning as if he had known I was trying to sneak up on him. I said something like "damn you," and we had a good laugh about it. Then, I slid down the rope and back to the bottom floor. I looked up, to see if he was following, surprised to see that he had actually jumped from that level of the building and landed in a tuck-and-roll, near me. I remember being amazed at that, but the dream soon changed.

We were, then, walking through the neighborhood (which began looking more and more like my old neighborhood). There was a car coming down the road, and the driver slowed down once they came along side us, still a few dozen meters away. We heard them scream out something - in what sounded like it could have only been German - and automatic gunfire suddenly erupted from the car. Tony and I immediately scattered. As I was running across a rise in someone's yard and placing a hand down to the grass, once or twice, to stay on my feet, I could see and hear the bullets tearing into the grass and dirt all around me. Just when I was about to round the corner, away from the hail of gunfire, I was struck once or twice in the back. I don't remember whether or not it hurt, but I knew I was hit and could be in serious trouble.

I went around corner and hid on some stranger's porch, breathing heavily. With every passing second, I could feel my energy draining away from me.

Suddenly, I noticed that it was now day time, and I was startled to see someone coming around the corner, a few yards away. It was a Nazi soldier, in full combat uniform. He spotted me and came over in my direction. Just as I began to panic, and was about to try to get up and run, the door beside me open and another Nazi soldier walked out of the house. He looked down, obviously surprised to see me lying on his porch. I was cornered and had absolutely nowhere to go. The first soldier came up to the porch and, seeing that I was still alive, wasted no time speaking. He pulled out a handgun and shot me about 4 times in the chest, at point-blank. It felt like someone had punched me in the chest, and I could feel myself getting more and more tired, like the energy was being syphoned from me. As I lay there, the two Nazis stood over me, talking to each other in a mixture of German and English (I can't remember what they were saying).

In my mind, even though I was getting more tired, I was beginning to wonder why I didn't feel like I was actually dying. I felt like, if these guys would have walked away, I could have gotten up and walked away, myself. But, as they stood over me, I played dead, lying there, slack-jawed, with my eyes rolled back. A sort of involuntary gurgling sound came from my throat, and one of the guys looked down at me. He said something like "You hear that? This guy is still alive." At the sound of that, I gradually made the sound stop, as I really didn't want him to shoot me again just to be sure. He didn't.

After a little while longer, they were convinced I was dead, and they both walked away. I don't remember anything after that.

"Meet the Overprotective Parents" - 05/19/2010 (Lucid)

"Meet the Overprotective Parents"
05/19/2010

Dream #1

(Lucid)

I was with some unfamiliar girl, and another couple, and we were all staying in a hotel. While the girl and I never had sex, there was an incredible connection there, and we were all over each other, through the night. 

Then, the next morning came, and we immediately found ourselves on the run.

Obviously, I wasn't supposed to be seeing this girl. Her father was a very 'influential' man, and had sent some hired guns to bring her back from me. They had burst into the room, and we had just barely been able to give them the slip, running through the hotel hallways and dashing down the steps. We'd apparently been doing this for some time, having moved from hideout to hideout, and I was beginning to feel that it was only a matter of time before her Dad's men eventually stopped us. In the hotel stairwell, a couple of shots rang out, but none of them hit me. We'd gotten downstairs and were just about to make our way outside, when we finally got cornered.

These men were coming in from all angles, and there was a good number of them. Right then, as if on cue, I realized I was dreaming, and that these guys were no threat to me. Immediately, I stopped running. I turned around and brazenly stalked toward the men who had gathered together. Closing in, I started taunting them, daring them to come at me. For a little self-reassurance, I repeated to myself that this was "only a dream," a couple of times, under my breath (so to speak). The henchmen were completely frozen in shock. They looked at me, and then looked around at each other, neither of them knowing what to do. They had been chasing us all this time, relentlessly, and in turning from prey to predator, I had completely shut down their machine. Nobody wanted a piece, even though they were all armed, and I wasn't.

The dream skipped ahead, and not only was I no longer lucid, but I was no longer myself, at all. I was some random person, at a formal function of some sort, and surrounded by military personnel in suits and dress blues. It seems the parents of the girl that I (my original self) was with had bought off the military. I came to realize that this was after they'd allegedly 'killed' me, and they were all toasting to themselves and discussing my apparent demise. They were laughing at the "insane" way that I had walked up toward them, and challenged them all. While they were discussing the events that had transpired, I actually began remembering them. I remembered everything that had happened to my 'old self'. In doing so, I remembered that I was still dreaming.

All I could think about was how hilarious this was. They were all sitting here, kissing their own asses at having killed me, not knowing that I (or, at least, my consciousness) was actually right here in the room with them. I stood up, out of my seat, and promptly jumped up on the large table, in the center of the room, attracting everyone's attention. Then, I belted out an announcement that I was that same guy that they were currently talking about. I explained that I had switched bodies, and was just dropping in on them, to listen to them gloat about their false victory.

Once again, all of these Dream Characters were instantly terrified. I went back to taunting them, just as before, daring them to try to take me down. As if by instinct, those of the audience members who were soldiers - though still in their dress blues - took formations and drew whatever firearms they had. Completely full of myself, I stepped down off the table and strolled over to them at random, disarming them with some textbook grapples. Stripping the last guy of his gun and hanging onto it, myself. I spun the pistol around the room and declared, in all of my invincible glory, that I was going to 'kill' each and every one of them. I then took a brief moment to look at my free hand, in order to stabilize the dream. I noticed that my fingers were gone - worn down to the numbs, beneath the first joints.

I probably should have taken longer to stare at my hand, because I wasn't exactly able to bring the dream into greater clarity before a single person suddenly bolted for the door. Without hesitation, and forgetting about trying to ground myself into the dream, I slung my arm in his direction and shot him in the back. He went down hard, and the entire room erupted in panic. 

Unfortunately, the dream completely unraveled here, and I don't think there was anything after this.

"Escort Servicemen" - 08/22/2011

"Escort Servicemen"
08/22/2011 

Dream #1 

 I was a soldier during a modern war, and we men were going through some sort of archaic rite of passage, where we had to choose wives from a crowd of random women, and prove ourselves capable of being their protectors/providers by escorting them through this sort of 'bonding' exercise. That exercise consisted of leading them into a hostile area - which was, basically, a live-fire obstacle course - reaching a checkpoint at about 100 yards, and then escorting them back to our camp. 

The twist was that we men were given blast-resistant suits, and the women were made to remain in their civilian clothing. With our flack suits, we men had to shield our prospective women with our bodies, while escorting them across the killing field, constantly maneuvering ourselves to block the bullets and explosive blasts that were barreling in on us from all sides. The conditions were hellish, moving from cover to cover, while getting tagged by all kinds of ammunition, and staggering through the explosions with bullets zipping by our ladies' uncovered bodies. We did our best to traverse the field, but I watched many couples die in their attempts, either blown apart by ordinance or gunned down by shots to unprotected areas.

The smoke was blinding, and the explosions were disorienting, but my potential bride and I had finally made it to the end of the field. This area was like the hornets' nest, and the resistance greatly intensified. I don't even remember the moment at which we hit the checkpoint and began our way back, but we were soon huddling back toward camp, fighting off the continued barrage. The finish line wasn't too far away, when I noticed that I couldn't feel the woman in my padded arms anymore. Looking down at the hollow between my arms, I saw that she was nowhere to be found. Immediately, I knew what happened, stopping in place and turning back to face the checkpoint we had last passed. It was now being swarmed with enemy combatants, and I knew that I had somehow lost her in the fray. For a moment, I tried to muscle my way back toward the checkpoint, but I was getting hammered with heavy machine gun fire and RPG's; smoke trails streaming out from the 'hornets next' and detonating on and around my huge, cumbersome flack suit.

Finally, I caught a glimpse of her, through the smoke and flames, and she was being hanged. I can't remember if I actually saw her, or just a silhouette, but I remember the image of her dangling from the noose, before being cut down and then impaled on a spike, for good measure, as if to be propped up for show. At this point, I knew there was nothing I could do and I turned to make my way back to camp, feeling absolutely horrible about my failure...and still getting rocked by explosions and assaulted with gunfire. On the way back, I found another woman on the ground. Her protector had been killed in the chaos, ahead of her, and she was left down in the dirt, completely helpless. I lifted her to her feet and shielded her as I had done with the other woman, guiding her the rest of the way back to camp to meet up with the rest of the survivors. At this point, I didn't know or care whether or not saving someone else was 'allowed' in the trial, but I wasn't going to leave anyone else behind.

I don't remember anything that happened when I got there, though.

"War on the Water" - 07/12/2011

"War on the Water"
07/12/2011

Dream #2

I was a part of (another) special military force (on some G.I. Joe type shit), caught up in an enormous firefight, in a village with high grass surrounding it. The enemy was a guerilla force, which was very skilled in hiding in the bush and using camouflage. They would pop up in random places, and we'd have to be quick to react. I remember having some weapon that fired hundreds of tiny spikes into the grasslands, blindly, to take out whoever might be hiding in them. One guy cornered me with a rocket launcher, around the side of a building. He was too close to fire on me, though, and I ended up throwing a grenade actually into his mouth (somehow), and diving around another corner just before he exploded. (I had watched the end of one of the Rambo movies, yesterday, which had the whole 'hiding in the high grasses' war scene in it.)

Then, we had to chase down some of the leaders of this enemy faction. We got down to the water, which seemed more like an enormous lake than an ocean. They had a boat in the marina, and they took off down the water, running pretty-much parallel to the shoreline. We had boats of our own, and were about to get into one model, when we were presented with another, upgraded model. This thing was bad ass. It was like a futuristic rocket-boat - all black - that skimmed on top of the water and had boosters on the back. When they started it, it sounded like a jet engine. This boat just soared across the water at an amazing speed. A few miles down the shoreline, we came up to a landmass that jetted out from the coast a little bit. There was a short skirmish with some of the enemy, here - one of whom didn't look human, but like some human/beast hybrid that had long black spines that stuck out, down the back of his head. During this fight, some of my teammates had been abducted. The ship that the enemy had been on suddenly submerged and dropped down into a watery tunnel that led beneath this landmass. We were about to follow, when one of my other crew members said that we needed to go back and get the other ship that we'd left behind, as well, just in case something happened to this one. He convinced me by telling me how deep they were going, and how horrible a death it would be to drown, simply because we didn't have a back-up ship. I was sold.

Soon, we were racing back, in the jet boat, to where we'd come from, weaving through some of the other ships along the coast. Back where we had docked, it took us a moment to find the other ship, but we soon had it - along with some reinforcements, and were headed back to the mystery land mass. We never quite made it, though. Along the way, we were intercepted by these large, ethereal creatures. They reminded me of Hindu Gods/Goddesses. They were each identical, aside from the fact that they were different colors. They were very large - some 40 feet tall - and seemed to have a sort of glow to them. They had multiple arms, and each one held a very large, curved sword in it. The entities were all clearly female, and had light wisps of translucent gowns fluttering around them. They gave us some type of threat, as they floated there, on top of the water, but I don't remember much of what they said. It seemed that their mission was to stall us there, though, so I don't know if they were working with the enemy or not. After talking for a while, they asked an enigmatic question; whether or not we'd noticed how the water level had been rising, as we were talking. Looking out over the horizon, I could see a swell. The water was definitely rising. But why? I got a really bad feeling.

I knew something huge was coming. It was just a sudden assumption that turned into an unmistakable awareness. I told everyone on my team that we needed to get out of here - now. These entities were not about to let that happen, though. As soon as we attempted to vacate the area, they attacked, swooping and diving all around us, throwing their enormous blades at us, which rotated around and returned to them like boomerangs. One of them launched a blade at the jet boat I was piloting. Instinctively, I launched myself high into the air, my vessel being destroyed beneath me. Now, boatless, I dropped back down toward the water. Suddenly, though, I stopped. I was hovering - practically standing on the water. I realized that I had the ability to fly! This immediately affected the battle, and I was now flying and fighting and dodging these things and their flying swords. Feeling just on the cusp of lucidity (yet I don't think I ever quite realized I was dreaming), I also began using telekinesis, myself, realizing that - once one of those over-sized blades came spinning in toward me - I could mentally deflect it and send it whirling off in another direction, guiding it with a wave of my hand. I also quickly picked up on the ability to loosely control the paths of these weapons, offensively, sending them flying back toward the entities and trying to do them in with their own swords. The fighting was extremely fast-paced, like fighter planes dog-fighting over the water; dipping close to the sea and then changing course at breakneck speeds. The rest of my unit continued to fire their weapons from their vessels, unless they had already been destroyed.

Ultimately, though, we just weren't making any progress with these things. The huge swell in the water was just getting bigger and bigger. The swell then turned into a wall of water heading toward us. It was a few dozen feet high, and I could see that, after it, the rise in water level would be completely overwhelming. 'Standing' on the surface of the water, once again, I quickly increased my altitude in just enough time for the wave to pass beneath me. On the back side of the wave, the water level was now practically touching my feet again, and I looked back toward the shoreline just in time to see the wave smash into the rest of my crew and the passenger boats in the area, immediately capsizing them and washing them away. I looked down toward my feet to see an enormous black shadow forming. Something massive was surfacing beneath me. I pivoted on the water and shot off in one direction, the surface of the water speeding off into my peripheral vision. I could see that this shadow was following me, though, moving just as fast as I was. Again, I went even higher, arcing up above the water and looking down below.

Finally, my pursuer appeared - bursting out of the water with jaws wide open. It was as if Godzilla, himself (the 1997 version) came jumping out of the water like some sort of leviathan. (It was, without a doubt, the largest sea monster I can recall ever dreaming.) I frantically increased my speed and the gigantic teeth snapped closed behind me - so close that I actually had to tuck my legs and then kick off the monster's closed maw to fly even faster. The only thing I ever saw was the head because its incredible size blocked any possible view of the rest of its body. This colossus just continued to chase me - diving in and out of the water and keeping pace with me - repeatedly snapping its teeth within just feet behind me as I tried to fly faster and faster away from it.

I don't remember the outcome of the chase, though. But damn, that was intense.