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Post by clips7 on Jul 31, 2018 10:30:03 GMT
Always thought dreams were a fascinating event....electrical charges of the brain that create these images while you are in deep sleep. The brain itself is a an amazingly complicated and sophisticated organ that controls everything.
Dreams come and go nowadays with nothing really for me to remember, but i do remember this one dream where i was flying and just going straight up into the earth's atmosphere until i reached space and i stopped and observed the earth...in what should have been quite a terrifying experience seeing the earth from such a perspective, there was a surreal feeling of peace and tranquility and then it just ended.
I haven't had sleep paralysis in awhile, but those events are some of the most terrifying that i have ever experienced in my life. It's funny how that it is just your brain is still asleep while your inner consciousness is wide awake and your brain is trying to compensate for not knowing your are truly awake, so while you are awake, you brain is also sending images that are quite disturbing in nature and could be the dreams themselves in the very early stages of being created/developed, but i wonder why so many of these events are plagued with what alot of people state are populated with shadowy figures or events with people feeling like they are being suffocated or held....truly obscure and frightening.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 9:35:29 GMT
Last night I had a Warframe/Plants vs. Zombies dream mashup. I fought zombies in ninja-style, jumping around slashing them with my staff. Then appears the giant gargantuan and I snipe it down, shooting it in the eye. + = A very disturbing experience.
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Post by dmc1001 on Aug 25, 2018 6:19:24 GMT
I once had this dream that two of my friends were getting married in some coastal area of western Europe. I remember being invited and thinking about the cost of the flight and a gift. I actually thought it was real when I woke up. I told them and they laughed about it but that wedding in my dreams was next month so there's still time.
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Post by Arijon van Goyen on Aug 25, 2018 6:39:26 GMT
should have posted here
A few nights ago I dreamed about being a sniper. Almost neutralized 20 people, then climbed a building and on its roof I hid Assassins creed style. Then the police lost me. I returned to my female friend/contractor and she had 5 good cars. I said I want the 2nd best car, she said I'll only give you the 4th car. Finally I got the 3rd car as my prize!
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Post by huldramurderess on Aug 26, 2018 0:29:20 GMT
Well this isn't recent but it was a nightmare I remember sticking with me when I was younger.
I was at my grandmother's house and there was a golden retriever that kept hanging out in our backyard while we watched movies by the door to the backyard. At one point I was by myself and looked out to the dog and it smiled at me. I could not explain why but it felt evil and it terrified me.
It got to the point where I didn't want to be alone with the dogs the next day when I got up.
The reason I remember this was for that feeling of evil I got from the smiling dog and how much it shook me despite the image not being scary, it was like I felt the intent behind it.
Fuck I sound like a dork now 😄
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Post by Giant Ambush Beetle on Aug 27, 2018 20:33:44 GMT
Last night I dreamed of dryads or something. I remember there were beautiful women and each one had to take care about their own special tree. Those trees grew around a large pond, the sky was pitch black without stars but the surroundings was lit anyway. They decorated their trees because apparently the next day there was supposed to be a huge festival celebrating those trees and nature in general. I remember I was some kind of high attendant for one of those ladies, she was a very pale young blonde beautiful woman and wore a green leaf crown around her head, and I had to help with the decorations. I remember the tree was a gigantic white poplar tree with a mighty crown. For some reason that eludes me I sabotaged one of the trees in some way. Last thing I remember is that tree lady was really upset and crying and I felt terrible for the sabotage, then I was woken up by wagtail birds that were jumping around on my roof window in a very loud manner with their clawed bird feet.
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Post by Phantom on Aug 28, 2018 19:05:01 GMT
Well I was on the citadel, talking to a female bartender and two female scientists and one of the female scientists forcibly french kiss the one with short black hair and was escorted out of the bar and I was making out with the black hair female scientist and said that she was more comfortable making out with me. then i was talking to Shepard about Dutch Vanderloo an Alliance War Hero.
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Post by Beerfish on Nov 12, 2018 23:21:30 GMT
I am looking at an old house and there is a name or numbered address on it that I can barely see, I look again and the letters have changed, then they change again and the words spell out. "DEATH TRAP".
I am getting ready to go into a building on the outside are some really big bunny rabbits abut as bit mediums sized dogs, one is rolling around and scratching at his head. I then realize it only has one ear. Other rabbits are doing the same thing all with one ear but also with awful looking bumps on their heads. As I try and enter the building now some porcupines are trying to get into the building with me, one little all black porcupine tries to force his way in with me.
I am in he building and it is sort of a party going on. I decide I want to give one gal my phone number. I try and write my name an number on a paper pad. The lettering is not coking through, i get a different piece of paper, then different pen and on and on and never can get my name and number written down much to my frustration.
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Post by Galactic Runner on Nov 15, 2018 3:36:44 GMT
So, you guys ready for when Dreams comes out on PS4?
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Post by B. Hieronymus Da on Nov 16, 2018 23:09:15 GMT
We were a group who were going to look at some industrial buildings. I was already familiar with the facilities, having been there some years earlier. The abandoned equipment and internal organization was much different now, though, having been taken over by another operator in-between.
Even so, I soon tired of the discussions. I felt certain that we wouldn't acquire the assets. I didn't like the place. Too low roof and too worn down. I and a couple more guys moved through pretty rapidly. The doors to the back were good though, high and wide. Walls and internal doors had also been built up, forming a dock of sort. My boss, annoyed at my impatience, told me to go outside and wait, and have a look at the backyard while I did. So a few of us went out. Two guys lighted cigarettes. Otherwise, we just stood there in the sun, waiting. Behind the buildings there was a widespread gravel yard. Stacks of wooden pallets, old, rusty and banged up containers, piles of bricks, rusty pipes, broken glass. At some time we suddenly all stopped just waiting around and started to cautiously peek about, exploring.
There was a large smoky stack or bundle of something black and tarry. It is high, maybe 20 ft. Coming closer, I realize it's bound and bundled with barbed wire. And it's something that has been burned. I decide to climb up and look at the top. Why I don't know. It's just my task.
I sling back my M240B, barrel pointing down, fastening it to the side of my plate carrier, to be out of the way. Just a Velcro loop. It's a M240, but somehow seem no more inconvenient or heavy than a M4. The 100 round cassette is almost a nuisance though. But only almost. I have dyneema gloves, so the barbed wire is no problem. I am armored like an old Japanese Samurai. I have my full plate carrier, with full steel plates and then UHMW side plates, collar extending over shoulders and pelvic skirts. The helmet extends down, protecting the neck. I even have a face-plate, much like a Samurai, but it's modern armor. The side is vertical. I lean out, backwards from gripping the wire, to get traction in the mass for my boots. The backpack adds pull on my arms. But I'm young now, in the dream, strong, never tires and the barbed wire don't hurt my hands.
As I get higher, I make a horrifying discovery. The stack is humans. Partially burnt humans. Lower down, they were more burnt, more compressed, which made them an unrecognizable tarry mass, but higher up, they were less and less burned. I turn, look down and tell them: - “It's people”. As I reach the top and look over the edge, I see that there are at least three persons moving slightly, still alive. They are all women, and like all the bodies they are naked. I can't see how badly they are burned, because they're so blackened by soot. They're tied down with barbed wire, like all the bodies. They look at me, with eyes that had given up, but are now wide. They don't seem afraid of me, despite my weapons, inhuman armor and demonic face-plate. I call for medic and emergency medevac.
Not wanting to hurt any other bodies (possibly alive) I don't climb up on the top of the stack. Instead I stay on the side, holding on, not wanting to leave them either. I'll stick until help arrives, I think. I wonder about how they perceive me, but for some reason I have this very strong feeling that trying to remove my face-plate, to offer a human face, would be a terrible mistake. So I don't.
One of them speak to me. Words of a language I have only thin grasp of. I feel an immense, all-consuming anger. Cold rage. The anger makes me speak. Words of a language I hardly know, promising them revenge. Because that was all that the woman asked for. Not help. - Yes, I will see them all dead, I promise behind my demon's face. - Every single one of them. But a strangling frustration, I will most likely not be able to keep that promise.
Then the pain and anger makes me stretch my wings, great moth wings. And I release my hold and rise up in the air. The wings don't flap, they're quite still. Nevertheless dust is whirled up by downdraft. My two mates now also spread their wings and rise, adding to the dust clouds. The three of us hover on the scene, heavily armed. The woman looks happy, still holding my eyes. She says something in hoarse voice and nods. I nod back and we fly away, out to hunt.
I wanted so bad to keep my promise to the woman. We flew out over a yellow desert. We found some of our prey, lying scattered around here and there, but they were already dead. Stray dogs eating. Someone else had already killed them. Perhaps the woman's kin. Not likely. The air force, of course. No shot fired, no trigger pulled, no killing, no release for my anger.
Then I wake up, reluctantly, frustrated, wanting to keep hunting. Conscious and awake, I reason that maybe I did see them all dead? And thus kept my promise? ...In a way. As if it still mattered.
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Post by clips7 on Nov 17, 2018 4:22:59 GMT
*note to self*...never watch crazy s**t on the far side of youtube late at night at work..... So was watching a vid "top 50 scariest horror game levels" and after that some twisted vid called "the man in the left hand corner?"...really crazy stop-motion animation that involved a maggot turning possessing the body of a dead old woman...just mind-boggling acid-inducing imagery...so then i just happen to fall asleep and i'm dreaming about talking to this woman in a cafeteria *pretty fine too...not sure why i was talking to her*..... Then the entire cafeteria became dark and this chick turned into some type of asian creature?...y'know the type with the hair over their face and at this point..i'm just like "i'm not dealing with this s**t and tried to wake up, but i ended up in another dream that seemed like i was awoke because i was at my desk at my job looking at thee exact same screens, but i'm talking to some guy that i never seen before in my life and it was just one of those deals where i knew i was dreaming and just wanted to end it before s**t got crazy and again i'am at work lol...can't be sleeping on the job. So with that last force, i was finally able to come out of it and continue to work...i always struggle to stay up around 3-4 o'clock in the morning..... ...i'm like the living dead in those hours....
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Post by Larry-3 on Dec 3, 2018 21:49:09 GMT
I was taking a nap when my brain got creative. I was a dinosaur, specifically an ankylosaurus. I was just walking around looking left then right, when I came to a bush and preceded to eat some leafs. I had my eyes cut while chewing the leafs, ha. Anyway, while I was eating, some t-rex's walked up smiling, and looking all cynical, said, "look at this, a lonely ankylosaurus."
I said, "go mess with someone else, I am not looking for trouble." And they said, "well you got trouble. (Hisss.)" I swallowed the leafs I was chewing on, and they said, "you gonna be our next dinner."
So I turned towards them and said, "you want to start something?!" And they said, "your shell means nothing! You are just a soft squishy thing underneath. (Hisss.)"
So I turned sideways, raised my tail and lowered my head. They looked at me, then my tail, again and again, before saying, "and you probably do not know how to use your tail anyway!" Then looked at it again, and said, "whatever, we will go mess with someone else."
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Post by flyingsquirrel on Dec 4, 2018 14:31:01 GMT
I had a dream once that culminated with a couple of scary guys cornering me outside my apartment building, and one of them was walking menacingly towards me with a pair of pliers intending to torture me. Then I heard spooky music in the background and thought to myself, "This isn't real, this is just a movie preview." Then I woke up.
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Post by dmc1001 on Dec 18, 2018 0:51:12 GMT
I don't know what this was. I heard "Hey, Marvin! Hey, Marvin!" at the moment I woke up. It was really bizarre. My name isn't Marvin and I don't even know anyone with that name.
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Post by mybudgee on Feb 1, 2019 20:12:48 GMT
I dreamed last night about watching a mexican marichi-guy get into his truck & drive into a wall, killing himself Also dreamed I was vacuuming & the carpet became screaming worms
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Post by dmc1001 on Feb 5, 2019 14:12:26 GMT
I don't know if this precisely fits here but I'll have a go at it. Yesterday morning I awoke dreaming that Cheerios and bananas had been bought. IRL, we were almost out of Cheerios and there hadn't been bananas to put in the cereal. Later I went off to the gym to have one of those free sessions with a trainer (which kicked my ass). What did I see? My father had just come back from buying a few things at the grocery store. Among the things he bought were Cheerios and bananas.
I think there may be a paranormal-ish thread around here but this was launched by a dream.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2019 15:20:37 GMT
I had this dream of me in a "free-falling" elevator. I wake up just before the elevator crashes, tho. I had this dream many times, and it is kind of nerve-wrecking.
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Post by vella on Mar 19, 2019 7:42:30 GMT
Last night I had a dream that basically was The Adventures of Vampire Geralt The Rivian. It wasn't a nightmare, just a regular action movie dream, quite entertaining.
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Mar 24, 2019 12:48:31 GMT
Post by B. Hieronymus Da on Mar 24, 2019 12:48:31 GMT
It's dusk, I think. Or dawn. I seem to be soaring slowly. I don't seem to use my legs and I seem to be able to move in the third dimension, even if I stay close to the ground. I don't think about it and I don't explore it. I move by willing. I'm called in an indescribable way, someway, to some event. It's a mountain ridge. I'm still distant. I can see it's a procession, laboriously making its way up. I know I'm supposed to be here. But why?
They are carrying a creature. And the creature's heart. I don't like the people. I somehow recognize them as some who I despise and loathe. This feeling saves me. I brake. I stay back and observe from distance. Others called, are struck down, broken, stripped, and left to die smeared in the mud or kicked rolling down the slope.
I see what they're doing, but not understanding it. The creature is dead, but yet living, conscious while dead, able to animate its face. It's chained to some boards and beams, for carrying. It's not lying down. It's not a stretcher. It's more like it's meant to have it standing up, though it has tilted sharply, due to shoddy, unstable construction.
The creature is ugly, it's head and face a mixture of hog, goblin and Mayan/Aztec god/demon. Its yellow eyes are big and dramatically slanted, and has vertical slit-pupils, like some reptiles. I like it. I find it cute someway. I empathize with it. I can see how sad and afraid it is, and understand that they are carrying it to its doom. I can see how silenced it is. Not satisfied with its death, they mean to destroy it. They mean to change the past, change the world.
Its heart is lying in some boxy cage contraption, which they use to carry it. They stop and hold it up, many hands raising it as high as they can. And then the heart starts to glow, pulsing like a beacon. And then more men comes. Each alone. They are clubbed down, broken, stripped and dumped down the hill side. Then they continue their slow march up the ridge.
So now I understand part of the process. It will happen when they reach the top. I decide to defeat them, determination settling in my stomach.
I glide closer, clinging to shadows. I have a weapon. I must have had it all the time. I assume its a M4. But maybe not. Maybe it's a sword. They stop their climb again. And I know they mean to raise the heart again and make it glow again. I accelerate, judging my approach. There's no good reason to wait. Now will be good.
I swoop down on those holding up the heart. At the moment it lights up, I arrive and grab it with my left hand, as I viciously hack at the raised arms with my sword. As I break free with my price, the heart starts shining even more strongly in my hand, as if it's fed through me. It illuminates the scene, the suddenly alarmed fanatics, as well as newly called victims closing.
What should I do next? I hack away at the cage around the heart. It easily breaks and the heart comes free. In a moment of inspiration that seemed natural, I surged towards the chained creature and pushed the glowing heart into its chest. As I released the heart, I fell heavily to the ground. Heavily, because now I'm weighted down by steel armor.
I struggle for footing on the slippery trail, as the fanatics come at me with halberds, sticks, clubs, swords and spears. I frantically strike away most of the attacks with my sword. The armor protects me from other. The fanatics can't all get to me because the trail is narrow and provides poor footing. They're also distracted by others called, who this time can retreat again, down the slopes, into the darkness. Because it has become darker. The glow from the heart has disappeared and it does indeed seem to be dusk, not dawn.
My situation should be bad, but I'm not afraid, just angry. Then suddenly I'm embraced from the behind and lifted from the ground. My armor must have vanished again, and become a soft shirt, because I can feel the strong, warm embrace, holding on to me tightly. “You saved me, my beloved”, the creature sings joyously, wetly kissing my cheek. “Now I save you. We escape.” There is no way to free myself from the creature's hold. The grip is tight and absolute. We fly towards the West, towards the last light. The exact moment when I wake up is fuzzy, but it must have been about here.
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Post by B. Hieronymus Da on Mar 31, 2019 0:05:18 GMT
I had another dream the other day that I found interesting enough to think: "Oh that will be cool to post". Unfortunately that was a couple of days ago, and now I've forgotten most of it. Dreams are like that, very volatile in memory. I have to go through the dream, immediately upon wakening, and do it several times, thinking about details. If I don't, everything will soon be gone, completely gone. This time I was probably sloppy, and didn't mull over the dream thoroughly enough, because I lost most of it.
The beginning was about me arriving too late to a classical ballet. I seemed to be there as part of some social invitation that had something to do with my job. But I was late and got a seat close to the end of a row, and I sat alone, everybody around me strangers. Germans. So this was apparently in Germany, Bavaria I think, which I actually visited in RL some years ago.
The show was one of the classical Russian ballets, by Tchaikovsky or Stravinsky. I don't know. I never identified it in the dream. The theater was first rate. The audience was first rate, rich upper class. But the show wasn't. The costumes were drab, the dancer's performances less than mediocre.
I was thinking WTF is this? Are we this crappy in the west? The Bolshoi theater is something completely different. Also, in the Bolshoi theater the audience are shouting accolades and encouragements at the top of their lungs, during the dance performances. If they like it, of course. Rumor has it they also boo mercilessly if they don't like it.
Anyway, a couple of times I started to clap, but found myself alone and stopped. People looked at me as if I was strange and I felt embarrassed. How should I behave? Anything I did was wrong. So I tried to do nothing. But that was wrong too. People would be smiling and laughing at times, and looking critically at me for not doing it. People would sing, and look critically at me who was silent. I decided to just sit there and endure and wait for it to end. And then the dancers, too, down on the stage, started to look at me, as if I was something strange.
And then the dream continued with cool things and adventures. I know I still remembered it as I went to work the next day. But now it's all gone, as if my mind was wiped. Sorry. Anticlimactic...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2019 11:35:45 GMT
I had the most random, and cool dream. I was having a polite and calm political discussion with Queen's Brian May (don't ask me why tho, I am not even too much of a political person myself)
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Apr 20, 2019 20:29:35 GMT
Post by B. Hieronymus Da on Apr 20, 2019 20:29:35 GMT
I'm going down through some town stone walls to a sea harbor. There's a cold wind blowing. The dark grey water is wavy and looks cold. From the high stone quays, some piers extend out into the water. One of them is very low, almost level with the water. I follow it out into the water, to its end, though it's in poor condition, unstable and washed over by the waves.
To my right is a large tourist boat, by a high quay. Blue and red. They're loading passengers. For some reason I don't like them watching me. I'm hoping they are preoccupied by other things. At the end of my pier, there is a red, plastic canoe. It's my canoe.
I'm squatting down and doing something with my canoe. What is unclear and fuzzy in the dream. But it is long work and difficult because of the waves. Maybe I'm repairing something. Maybe I'm fitting some equipment or storing something. It's unclear in the dream. At some time, I lost control of the canoe and it blew away from me. I had to dive into the cold water and swim after it. I'm afraid of it getting out into the channel, where I might be run over by a big ship. But I get hold of a rope trailing after the canoe and manage to swim back with the red canoe.
Despite some frustrations, I apparently eventually become satisfied enough, that I have readied my canoe, for my escape later.
What escape? And from what? Again the dream is not clear about that. I leave for returning to the city. What I do there is also not clear.
I return, seemingly later. The entrance to the harbor goes down into the ground and city wall, like a subway. But it's medieval stone work and there are massive, iron reinforced, wooden doors. And these are now closed and firmly bolted. Some guards greet me. They are huge, and bulging from heavy muscles. More than seven feet tall and more than 400 lbs. They are dressed in an assortment of steel armor plates and carries huge, heavy halberds and axes.
They tell me the passage to the harbor is closed, and will remain so until the next day. Apparently it's now night time. I ask questions, and they tell me I don't want to be on the outside of that door. They claim there is a sea monster haunting the harbor at nights. Haunting indeed, because after a while they say that it's a ghost of a sea monster, killed a long time ago. The problem is that the ghost can deal as much damage to flesh as the living monster could, but, of course, cannot be killed any more.
Apparently I don't doubt their accounts. In any case, I realize I won't be able to get into the harbor. Also there is no point in being in the harbor at night.
They tell me I must go, because they will close another set of doors. I do not leave. They close the other doors and we are now locked inside a chamber. We will have to stay on guard there, throughout the night.
I wake up about there.
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Apr 20, 2019 21:42:02 GMT
Post by Lavochkin on Apr 20, 2019 21:42:02 GMT
The other night I had an odd dream where I dreamt it was revealed my parents had adopted me and that I was some kind of.... alien operative, complete with my own James Bond-esque sci-fi flying car.
I guess that's what you end up dreaming about when you drink several glasses of gin cocktails.
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Post by Phantom on Apr 21, 2019 22:22:46 GMT
I dreamed that I was Dr. Gordon Freeman at Black Mesa, I was yelling at another Scientist and saying that at least I gotten my Doctorate of Physics and passed the combat training for HEV Armor and able to assist the other doctors at the Labs. Later in the dream, I was running thru the Machines and jump thru the green portal. Everything was exploding and i awoke up before I gotten to the green portal
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May 11, 2019 22:35:49 GMT
Post by B. Hieronymus Da on May 11, 2019 22:35:49 GMT
I'm outside, in a gallery on the side of an enormous ship or vessel of some kind. It's a very high side, hundreds of feet high. And the ship seems to be like at least a mile long. Along the side, and partially entrenched in it, runs galleries and platforms, deck upon deck. The galleries are bathed in yellow, glowing light from various illumination. Otherwise, the ship is moving through blue darkness. Maybe it's a space ship. But in that case, there must be some force field protecting us from the vacuum.
I'm trying to make my way forward, towards the forward part of the ship. The galleries don't run uninterrupted, so I have to pick my path. I try to figure out where to go, what stairs to to take, trying to find passage ways. Maybe I'll have to go inside somewhere, but I don't want to, because I fear that inside is an even more confusing labyrinth, as well as locked doors in places.
In the end there is no passage forward on the outside, and I have to go inside through a door. Going through rooms and corridors, trying to go in the right direction, I come to a big room with big windows along one wall. There are some pillars in the room. Otherwise it's empty, just a floor and walls.
The windows, and actually the entire wall with the windows, is leaning outwards, overhanging. Thinking one would get a good view downwards, I move towards the windows.
It's dark, night time. Down below is a street, street lights and a car parking. Across the street runs a hedge and some lawns, then other buildings, facing this one. The opposite building seem to have a normal vertical wall, but this one's entire outside wall is overhanging, leaning outwards.
For some reason I become frustrated by that it seems so difficult and dangerous to climb down on the outside of this building. It's almost as if I'm captured. And sure enough, I find no way out from the room, doors locked. I'm stuck here.
But then men come, maybe three, four, and lead me away. We go down, by elevator and stairs, and exit out into the street.
I'm not the only one. There's a small crowd forming. We, me too, are dressed in shiny, reflecting, white overalls. And our hands are shackled. We are prisoners. We seem to have been assembled to wait for some prison transport.
As we wait, the guards suddenly have to run an errand, or fetch something. Crazy enough, all but one leaves. Some of the prisoners immediately overpowers the lone guard and ties him up. Then everybody runs away. After a moment of hesitation, I decide to run as well.
At first I follow the others, then think better of it. They are all easy to spot in their shiny white clothes. We all are. They are running towards the sea. Down by the beach there are no street lights and they will be hidden in the darkness. However, they will also not be able to see much. Like they won't be able to see any good spots to hide if they need to. They probably intend to follow the coastline, but I can sort of imagine a helicopter with searchlight following the shore. But most of all, I don't want to be with the crowd. I figure I will be harder to find alone.
I veer off and run in the opposite direction, into the city, behind the hedge on the other side of the street. I need to free myself from the shackles and get darker clothes. For some strange reason, a trashcan with a cast iron top works for freeing my hands from the shackles. Don't know how, maybe I broke them by smashing them. Later, I'm walking in jeans and T-shirt. Maybe I had those clothes under the white overall?
I have made contact with some people who say they will hide me. They take me down under the cellars of some building, into claustrophobically tight concrete tunnels. At some places you have to crawl. The concrete is rough and difficult to drag yourself forward on. I particularly dislike one place where there's a 90 degree turn. It's bit of a contortion act to get past. You have to rotate, so you can jackknife at your waist, then rotate again as you pull forward, to get the legs through by bending the knees. Then we get to a small concrete chamber with very low roof. You can't even stand up. It's the end. There is no other way out. They suggest we should wait there, a day or two, until the search for me have cooled down.
I'm having none of it. I know what this is. It's a bomb shelter. And I have seen enough of bomb shelters to know that they don't work, and what they look like afterwards. They are targets. Why place yourself in a target? And it's a trap. I can just imagine what it would be like, trying to get out, crawling, after they have fired tear gas into the tunnels. Why place yourself in a trap? I tell them I'm leaving. They seem disappointed, but a couple of these companions agree and also want to leave. So we leave again. Me insisting on being first this time, so no one can block me. I squeeze through the 90 degree passage again, feeling happy and relieved when I have that behind me. Out and free.
I'm walking alone on the streets again. It feels good to be out of the tunnels, breathing the night air. I'll rather die this way. I have been given an address, where they say people will help me. It turns out to be in the right side corner of a small, closed, cul de sac square, surrounded on three sides by buildings and open only towards the street. There is some kind of club or fraternity having some ground floor premises. The door has a window that is set with a steel wire armed window that is milky and nontransparent. What's the point?
I press the door bell. They don't open, but tell me to wait right there. They will open the door soon. They just can't right now because reasons. However, I can hear someone making a phone call. I just imagine I can make out something like, “...he's here now...” . I get suspicious and angry.
I move to the other side of the square, past a tree in the middle. It's darker on the other side, because there are no lamp posts. Also, there are bushes. I hunch down and move into the bushes, hiding. After a while I decide to move as close to the street, opening of the square, as possible, while staying hidden in the darkness and bushes.
A group of thugs with baseball bats appear almost at once. They approach the door. “He's not here. He must be inside”. When the door doesn't immediately open for them, they start to smash the door with their bats. There are protests screamed from the inside. I'm thinking it serves those traitors right, and I promptly leave, sneaking around the corner in shadows, while everybody is busy.
I walk silently and fast at first, but start running after a while. I zigzag some blocks, just so I can't be easily be spotted by a far line of sight. I'm running northwards. I know that because it's slightly uphill. It doesn't bother me. I'm young and strong in the dream, uninjured with two whole lungs, I can run forever.
I have moved far away from the intermezzo, and before the bridge I come to a building where I used to live a long time ago. I'm going to rest in my apartment. I don't think they know about it. I don' think they even know I used to live in this town. There's a big problem though. I can't get into the building. And as I belatedly realize I have no key to the door, I also realize I have no key to the apartment either. I'm struck by a nightmarish panic attack: “But my apartment! But my things!”. Then I start to remember transporting my stuff away, emptying the apartment. My stuff is not here. I don't live here anymore, somebody else does.
So I continue running, still towards the north, because I'm close to the edge of the town and I now plan to leave the city, on foot, because I have no other option. When the light comes with the morning, I'm outside the city, traveling over fields. I feel exposed, easily spotted. But it's early and no people around. Also, once I get over this hill crest here, I can't be seen by followers anymore. It's uphill over a field. It's hard going because it's plowed. Luckily it's also frozen, so offers good support. The trick is not to break an ankle.
Over the hill, I can see another hill. On the top of that is a tower, a big white water tower apparently. For some reason it's now my destination. It takes forever to reach it, being farther away than it seems. Suddenly I'm there though. My people are there and the door opens with a click after I have pressed the buzzer. I'm home safe.
I take the elevator up to the hangar. There, in the giant hangar, my spaceship is ready. It's big, powerful and beautiful. It resembles a pre-tieracide Caldari Moa somewhat. Soon I will be back in space. I launch, and it's a pleasure to be at the controls again.
Soon I spot four of my enemies. They're oblivious of me and are lined up nicely for me. I can shoot them all. They're four and I'm alone, but with a bit of luck I'll get them all quickly. There's a problem though. I can't shoot. I've forgotten how to fire the missiles. I can't find the buttons. I struggle desperately to remember and find out how to do it. Quickly now, before they discover they're followed and start acting.
Frances shouts instructions from the kitchen. And sure enough, I spot small numbered toggles. I flip 1, 2, 3, 4, and then press the trigger. Four, way too small, missiles zip away and pops ineffectively against the hulls of my enemies. “Wrong missiles!” I wail in panic. “I need the big ones.” “Yes, you must select the type of missile”, Frances patiently explains from the kitche. “Drop that for now and come and eat instead.”
Perplexed for a second, I then figure: Yes, I can probably do that. I remember and find the 'PAUSE' button. Everything stops and the space ships freeze in position. Cool, I think. I can work out how to do this at leisure, taking my time. Later. Then I rise to go to eat.
...And that's when I wake up.
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