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The dream started innocently enough. My girlfriend and I were walking around in a landscape of
green, rolling hills, warm sun beating down, it was like some kind of wonderland. Other people were
also enjoying themselves in a similar manner. It was like a large square, the perimeter was made up
of an impenetrable line of trees, and it was lush and beautiful. Suddenly the sky got dark, day
became night and everyone started running. We were split up and I hid in the treeline for a little
while. Eventually I couldn't hear anything happening so I came out. After walking for a while I
noticed in the back corner there was smoke, and when I arrived I noticed everyone was in a line
surrounded by people. They had their heads down, and were being forced into the hatch of the stove
machine, which was burning/incinerating their bodies. A few guards with large pointy objects
noticed me and started chasing me.
I escaped them somehow and crept alone the treeline and back to the machine. The only people around
were the guards and an older lady that seemed in control, but I could smell the burning flesh still
simmering in the holding tank and I knew my girlfriend was gone. I felt like my world was over. I
was terrified. Behind the machine and between some trees I noticed a tall arch window. Outside was
a city street. I lifted the window as quietly as possible and jumped through cobwebs, through more
trees and onto a wet, cold, dark and empty street.
The guards had heard me and were bustling through the window. At this point I became aware that I
could save a checkpoint anywhere and restart from that point, like some kind of game, but that
didn't take any of the fear out of the situation. It just meant I could fix a mistake if I
absolutely had to.
I sprinted at top speed down the street with the guards close behind me and cut into some woods or
forest. Bobbed and weaved between trees, taking random turns and zig-zagging to lose them. Out
onto another similar street. I ran down the middle of the road until I heard some screeching tires
behind me. I looked back to see a jeep peel around a corner with people leaning out the windows,
yelling, cheering and swinging bats, tire irons and other blunt objects. I ducked into an arcade
that was closed. Someone else was inside and I heard a quarter clinking and the sound of a loud
pinball machine. A guard burst through the main door and we were off again. I ran up a flight of
stairs, ran to the end of a hall and took a leap of faith through a closed window, shattering the
glass and landing outside on the street again.
I remember just running forever. It seemed like everyone I saw had a picture of me that said
"Wanted Dead or Alive, $10million reward." There was no hiding, no escaping, no end to the running.
I ran up some stairs by a house and through a door. There were people inside talking and I ducked
behind a counter in the kitchen. I could hear a family talking and could see the older lady, so I
guess I was in her house. Her family was talking as if nothing was going on. A younger woman began
walking over to the kitchen and I panicked and froze. I put my finger to my lips as if to say,
"Please don't say anything," and she hesitated, but she ran back and yelled, "The guy's over here!"
I reset and didn't wait around, slid across the floor and under a hatch to the floor below, where a
fat black guy was patrolling.
I said, "Please don't say anything! They burned my girlfriend alive and I've got nothing left, all
I want is to be left alone."
"I have to tell them."
"Hey, where are you from?"
"I went through there once. Hey, look, just let me slip by, no one will know."
He peaked up at the upper level and said, "She's right there, waiting for you."
I looked over the edge and there she was, arms crossed, patiently waiting for me to attempt a getaway.
"Just go over to the stairs and call her over. I'll go out the back while she's distracted."
He did what I asked, and I crept by her, a mere five feet away or so. There were plenty of people
around and nearby and no one happened to be looking.
Outside again, I hid in a random driveway and a car pulled up. The woman was inside. She said,
"Young man, what do you think you're doing?" as she got out of the car. She looked like one of my
aunts, for some reason. I tried to reset back and try that part again, but it seemed as though it
had autosaved or something and it just put me in the driveway before she said that line. I was stuck.
Was drunk/high from New Year's when I went to sleep at 7 AM.
This is a mishmash of characteristics from recent movies/games/whatevers. It combined the quicksave
system and style and mood of American McGee's Alice for PC (a macabre videogame version of Alice in
Wonderland) and the never-stop-moving satirical zombie movie Shaun of the Dead.
The save system was a neat effect. The dream was a lot longer than this and spanned many states
(hence the Arizona mention) and I used the feature often. It never fails that if I die in a dream,
I wake up, or whatever, so it seems as though my brain gave me that ability so that it could take
things to the extreme; ie, I die gruesomely, get caught, cornered, stuck, and the dream doesn't end;
I just reset and try again. It was so fast-paced and nonstop that I never had time to think, so
mistakes were a regular occurrence.
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The dream began with me in boot camp, as always. The building I was in was very stale and sterile
with some darker colors. Just very basic and boring. I passed by a door with a small window on it
and inside I could see Old Man Martin lighting a joint (hashish). Martin is a friend of
mine who I smoked with when I first started doing drugs, he's like a 70 year old German immigrant
and a regular riot as well. I kept walking and arrived at the cafeteria and sat at one of many long
tables, this one was empty as was the table in front of and behind it. I noticed a big chunk of
leafy substance in dirt just sitting on the table in front of me next to a grinder (drug
paraphernilia) so I picked them up and sat back down and began to grind away. And just that fast,
some mean looking guy started walking around doing a security check. The room immediately became
deathly quiet as everyone was searched. Well over an hour later, I began to panic and I dropped the
grinder which made a loud metallic "clang" noise, and it drew the guy's attention to me. I told him
that I swore it was somebody else's, it was sitting on that table over there, and he left me alone
and exited the room.
I left the building and was outside under the warm sun. It was a nice day and I was in a square of
sorts, like a Boot Camp Square or something. There were four buildings with an open area in the
middle, and the buildings were all brick. Even the ground was brick. I wanted to enter a specific
door but some guards yelled at me for not having a hat on my head and I couldn't find one. My
ex-girlfriend Sarah showed up out of nowhere looking very much like a tourist, and asked me how I
was doing as if we were still the best of buddies. I saw someone else's hat laying on a trash can
and I stole it and climbed down a hatch in the ground with a ladder.
Now I was in the squad bay, the living area for military personnel. The only beds there were, were
in the back, only about 2 or 3 of them, and the rest of the room was just a myriad of bathroom
stalls. I was standing by my bed and Sarah had followed me down. She asked, "Are there any guys
around here that I could just fuck? Or at least show my boobs to?" I was a bit disgusted and
surprised and I just pointed at the stalls, assuming there would be someone over there. She walked
to that general area and entered a stall and closed the door. Just then the security checker guy
came in there and I just knew he was looking for ME. I ran over to the stalls and every door was
closed and locked but one. I went in and saw his feet coming towards me, so I slithered around on
the floor from stall to stall until he left.
I went back to my bed (2nd from the wall) and Sarah followed me and layed in the bed next to me
(third from the wall). A female drill instructor that I had seen around walked towards me and sat
on my bed. She said, "If you want to go to the beach with your family for a few days, then I won't
say anything. You can just go." As she spoke, the back wall of the squad bay opened upward and the
wind whistled, as if we were on a plane preparing to skydive. I asked, "What, right now?" She
replied, "I'm not saying anything more about it." The wall began to close downwards now and I knew
I was almost out of time. All three of us stood up and I began to sprint towards the opening
without thinking, and Sarah yelled out, "Wait! That's a 1500 foot fall!" I ignored her and leapt
through the opening.
The wind whistled around me in an epic freefall and the sky was all around me and I felt more free
of oppression than ever before. Opening up below me was the ocean. It was HUGE, expansive,
everlasting and neverending. It was beautiful. But it seemed to be forever below me, an infinite
distance away. I tried to straighten myself out and breathe normally but it was difficult. Every
once in a while I would sort of flop around or rotate due to the wind. Finally the ocean grew
close. There was no one in the ocean and no one on the beach, which is good because I was worried
about hitting someone. I had trouble judging the distance and timing my breathing. I wanted to
time my breathing perfectly because I knew I would go way down in the water and need a decent breath
so I could make it back up. I got it just right and plunged into the water while bent over,
causing a bit of shock to my torso. The cold surrounded me and I frantically swam upwards with
intense pressure on my head.
I popped up and there were people in the water now as if I had fell into one ocean and came up in
another. The beach was populated as well. My mother and father were near me and it felt so good to
be released from the grip of the military for just the three days I was given. I swam around,
splashed, and talked for three days, had a good and relaxing time, and when it was over we went to a
beach house. I layed in bed thinking that the vacation had been fun but I had to go back if I
didn't want to be punished more than I already would be.
This was one of the more intense dreams I've had, in that I could accurately feel many things. The
paralyzing fear of being caught by the security checker, the warm sun beating down on me, the windy
freefall rush, and the cool ocean water surrounding me. And it was also just plain fun to dream
I've been thinking about two of my friends of last year, Old Man Martin and Ernie. I had good times
with them and it's been a long time since I talked to them.
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I started out with guitar in hand walking around the back area of a club and climbing up on some
grating. I liked being up high so it wasn't long before I was jetpacking around the city. But then
someone found me and demanded that I show them where the concert was but I couldn't support them
with the jetpack, so they had to follow me on foot. Upon arrival, the guy was gone, but a bunch of
kids asked me if they could be let in and I allowed it.
I went inside and my father was on stage and I joined him and we played a song together. The band
went on break but the crowd wanted more in the mean time, so I broke out the guitar and made a
horrible attempt at a guitar solo. It turned out surprisingly well considering that in the dream I
had just learned how to play a few days prior.
I was supposed to get my first guitar for Christmas but my bills are a bit out of hand right now and
that's what the money is going towards now, so I guess this was my attempt at temporarily pleasing
my vision of playing on stage or playing guitar with my dad, which is what I want.