I want to tell you all about some really screwed up crap.
I haven't dreamed in more than a month. Maybe even two months. I heard that if you don't dream, it's a sign that you are going mad. Either that, or because I used caffeine pills to adjust to night shift. I don't know. But anyways, I haven't dreams in a long time...
Until the night (or day, depending on perception) after my last journal entry.
In fact, I had three dreams.
The first was a Tolkien-esque fantasy at the start. There were hobbits, an elf, and a couple of armoured knights (I was hyped about the new LOTR movie that night as well). We were on a ridge, overlooking a flock of drakes, when all the sudden, we attacked with bows. We felled a drake, but the others flew in as well. We had to make an escape when lo-and behold.. there was a cart on rail tracks.
What that was doing in a medieval setting, I don't know. But who were we to argue? We jumped on the cart, and while the elf was firing his bow to keep the drakes off our backs, something strange happened.
The scenery appeared to change into modern Calgary. In fact, the cart was on the familiar C-train line, beside the Bow River, near downtown. Might have been a rift, but who knows, because my dreams can shift from one scene to the next at the blink of an eye.
We decided to go search around, go our separate ways, seeing that we were safe, but some were in unfamilar territory (especially the hobbits). It was then we meet up with a blonde woman, whom I didn't catch her name. We passed by a bar, which had a special on chicken and beer, and I proposed that we stop and eat (since I was famished). She counterproposed that we meet again later at the same place and eat then, and go our separate ways now.
And so we did. But this ended up being with me alone. Suddenly, Calgary was turning into unfamiliar territory, and I ended up in what looked like a run down carnival (still operational). One of the booths had this game where you would pick the mystery gift. On impulse, I watched one little girl play, and she came out with a prize. Then I was invited to play. I picked a box out of a stack of boxes, and opened it.
Nothing. I lost the game. I moved on.
I ended up being in a department store of some sort. But it too was dark and somewhat run down, though active. By this time, I was trying to get back to the bar to meet the group, but I was being delayed and rerouted to all sorts of places. I was worried that my friends may have forgotten me, or have gone their separate ways so far that they didn't feel the need to come to the bar and enjoy a meal with me...
And then I woke up, not knowing if I made it. It was 5:30 pm. I dozed off again for the hell of it.
The the second dream. I was working with a partner at a dairy plant, and it was our job to clean specific areas of the plant, using machinery I couldn't identify, though it did spray a mist or fog jet (a sterilizer, perhaps? or just a larger version of a steam cleaner you see on TV?). I'm not sure why, but I told my friend that I had to get something, and it involved going all the way around the damn plant. I walked through, running into people, navigating a shiny chrome world of pipes, wet concrete floors, and lots of booths with people working in clean suits. At one point, I made it to a checkpoint station, which was the last obstacle in my journey. I had a talk with the security guard there, whom wanted to waste my time more than anything. But after a discussion about art, music, and hating our jobs, he let me pass.
I ended up being back at the same place where I started. Sans equipment. My friend gone. I thought he might have moved on. So I started over again...
I woke up. 7:30 pm. I was still sleepy, so I went back to sleep.
I was awoken in a forest, with another man with slicked back black hair and a small moustache, and a woman in brown hair. We were all in trenchcoats, with myself in sandy brown, the black haired man in dark blue, and the woman in a reddish brown. I noticed that we were trying to break into a facility that looked much like an old fashioned power plant.
We got into the facility, and were immediately confronted my two men on the upper level, shooting at us with pistols. The other two seemed unarmed, but I somehow willed myself to be armed with a machine pistol, like a miniature MP5. I fired back at the men on the roof, though the shot was difficult, and I managed to wound one of the men. I had to evacuate the other two because they were pinned in a corner, and looked to be easy prey for the gunmen. So, braving gunfire that should have cut me down, I dashed forward and lead the outside, to the other side of the building.
But what I found strange was how fast it went. It was like I willed myself to go faster, concentrating on slowing down time so that I could react quicker to the bullets that speed around me. And it was all in my mind.
But anyways, we were outside and somewhat safe. I noticed that the building was built into a cliff, and the only way out was a dirt road (otherwise, it was surrounded by an extremely thick pine forest). We had to get to the upper level to get at the other gunman, and to get to an elevator that lead deeper into the building. I assumed, or the knowledge dawned onto me, that I had to go deeper to find a secret.
There I met another adversary. She was another woman, but red haired, and with a trenchcoat similar to the black haired man. The woman I was protecting was gone, presumably taking cover in the forest. But the black haired man was out in the open. I panicked, and saw that our new adversary had a pistol! I concentrated hard, aimed (which is hard for a machine pistol), and shot the firearm out of her hand. That used my last burst of ammunition in that gun, and while she went down, she went for her ankle, and pulled out a small pistol.
"DERRINGER!!!!" I screamed a warning to the black haired man, but she aimed for me. Using my concentration, I slowed time again, and ran for the nearest cover, which was a shed. But my friend was still out in the open, I looked over the corner of the shed, and saw my friend running for me...
While the red headed woman aimed her pistol at the black haired man. She fired. The bullet slowly travelled until it hit the small of his back. He lurched over, and fell face first to the ground. Even with my trick, I couldn't have made it in time. Something was stopping me.
It was her. Whatever this red haired woman was, she had similar tricks as I did. I was paralyzed by inaction and fear as I fought to grab for a small pistol holstered on my ankle. She spoke to me, sensing my fear, feeding my feelings of hopelessness, trying to stop me from pulling out the weapon, while my mind fought to get the gun and slow down time at the same time.
Her feet left the ground. She hovered a few inches off, and quickly made her way towards me. I remember those eyes. They were looking straight into my own. I wanted to raise the gun and fire at her, but with gazes locked, I couldn't will myself to aim.
It took a tremendous effort of concentration, but I slowed time again, until her advances were quick, but slow enough to follow. Gritting my teeth, I shakily brought the pistol up, and aimed.
She was right in front of me! Ready to have me killed with her will alone.
And that was when I fired. Right into her throat.
Everything stopped. My mind was not gripped in fear. I wasn't trying to will this moment to slow down so that I could react properly. It was a great relief, as I saw her body slump into the ground.
THen I woke up. 8:30 pm. I had to get ready for work.
Strange, isn't it? I don't dream in a long time, then I have three consecutive dreams in a row. Two had common themes, while the other was full of action (I tend to be in a lot of action hero dreams, since it is my fantasy to be the hero.). But it worries me. What do these dreams mean? I know each dream has a meaning, as if the sub-conscious mind is trying to warn me of something. Stranger still, my other dreams a while back were nothing more than snippets of real life, or prophetic dreams, which would be triggered in RL by a moment of worry or panic. WHy these dreams? Why now?
I am intrigued by the last dream, most of all. I knew I was a spy, and so were my friends, and that my enemies were rival spies. I knew that we also had ESP that was rather unique. It would make a great story. If my dream was thrilling enough, imagine what a reader would think when I put that dream onto paper!
I think i'll call it 'ESPY'. ESP, and SPY, combined together so to speak.
Let me know what you all think. Oh, and if you know any good dream interpreters, let me know. Even biblical characters did dream interpretation, so it's all good if I check it out.
I haven't dreamed in more than a month. Maybe even two months. I heard that if you don't dream, it's a sign that you are going mad. Either that, or because I used caffeine pills to adjust to night shift. I don't know. But anyways, I haven't dreams in a long time...
Until the night (or day, depending on perception) after my last journal entry.
In fact, I had three dreams.
The first was a Tolkien-esque fantasy at the start. There were hobbits, an elf, and a couple of armoured knights (I was hyped about the new LOTR movie that night as well). We were on a ridge, overlooking a flock of drakes, when all the sudden, we attacked with bows. We felled a drake, but the others flew in as well. We had to make an escape when lo-and behold.. there was a cart on rail tracks.
What that was doing in a medieval setting, I don't know. But who were we to argue? We jumped on the cart, and while the elf was firing his bow to keep the drakes off our backs, something strange happened.
The scenery appeared to change into modern Calgary. In fact, the cart was on the familiar C-train line, beside the Bow River, near downtown. Might have been a rift, but who knows, because my dreams can shift from one scene to the next at the blink of an eye.
We decided to go search around, go our separate ways, seeing that we were safe, but some were in unfamilar territory (especially the hobbits). It was then we meet up with a blonde woman, whom I didn't catch her name. We passed by a bar, which had a special on chicken and beer, and I proposed that we stop and eat (since I was famished). She counterproposed that we meet again later at the same place and eat then, and go our separate ways now.
And so we did. But this ended up being with me alone. Suddenly, Calgary was turning into unfamiliar territory, and I ended up in what looked like a run down carnival (still operational). One of the booths had this game where you would pick the mystery gift. On impulse, I watched one little girl play, and she came out with a prize. Then I was invited to play. I picked a box out of a stack of boxes, and opened it.
Nothing. I lost the game. I moved on.
I ended up being in a department store of some sort. But it too was dark and somewhat run down, though active. By this time, I was trying to get back to the bar to meet the group, but I was being delayed and rerouted to all sorts of places. I was worried that my friends may have forgotten me, or have gone their separate ways so far that they didn't feel the need to come to the bar and enjoy a meal with me...
And then I woke up, not knowing if I made it. It was 5:30 pm. I dozed off again for the hell of it.
The the second dream. I was working with a partner at a dairy plant, and it was our job to clean specific areas of the plant, using machinery I couldn't identify, though it did spray a mist or fog jet (a sterilizer, perhaps? or just a larger version of a steam cleaner you see on TV?). I'm not sure why, but I told my friend that I had to get something, and it involved going all the way around the damn plant. I walked through, running into people, navigating a shiny chrome world of pipes, wet concrete floors, and lots of booths with people working in clean suits. At one point, I made it to a checkpoint station, which was the last obstacle in my journey. I had a talk with the security guard there, whom wanted to waste my time more than anything. But after a discussion about art, music, and hating our jobs, he let me pass.
I ended up being back at the same place where I started. Sans equipment. My friend gone. I thought he might have moved on. So I started over again...
I woke up. 7:30 pm. I was still sleepy, so I went back to sleep.
I was awoken in a forest, with another man with slicked back black hair and a small moustache, and a woman in brown hair. We were all in trenchcoats, with myself in sandy brown, the black haired man in dark blue, and the woman in a reddish brown. I noticed that we were trying to break into a facility that looked much like an old fashioned power plant.
We got into the facility, and were immediately confronted my two men on the upper level, shooting at us with pistols. The other two seemed unarmed, but I somehow willed myself to be armed with a machine pistol, like a miniature MP5. I fired back at the men on the roof, though the shot was difficult, and I managed to wound one of the men. I had to evacuate the other two because they were pinned in a corner, and looked to be easy prey for the gunmen. So, braving gunfire that should have cut me down, I dashed forward and lead the outside, to the other side of the building.
But what I found strange was how fast it went. It was like I willed myself to go faster, concentrating on slowing down time so that I could react quicker to the bullets that speed around me. And it was all in my mind.
But anyways, we were outside and somewhat safe. I noticed that the building was built into a cliff, and the only way out was a dirt road (otherwise, it was surrounded by an extremely thick pine forest). We had to get to the upper level to get at the other gunman, and to get to an elevator that lead deeper into the building. I assumed, or the knowledge dawned onto me, that I had to go deeper to find a secret.
There I met another adversary. She was another woman, but red haired, and with a trenchcoat similar to the black haired man. The woman I was protecting was gone, presumably taking cover in the forest. But the black haired man was out in the open. I panicked, and saw that our new adversary had a pistol! I concentrated hard, aimed (which is hard for a machine pistol), and shot the firearm out of her hand. That used my last burst of ammunition in that gun, and while she went down, she went for her ankle, and pulled out a small pistol.
"DERRINGER!!!!" I screamed a warning to the black haired man, but she aimed for me. Using my concentration, I slowed time again, and ran for the nearest cover, which was a shed. But my friend was still out in the open, I looked over the corner of the shed, and saw my friend running for me...
While the red headed woman aimed her pistol at the black haired man. She fired. The bullet slowly travelled until it hit the small of his back. He lurched over, and fell face first to the ground. Even with my trick, I couldn't have made it in time. Something was stopping me.
It was her. Whatever this red haired woman was, she had similar tricks as I did. I was paralyzed by inaction and fear as I fought to grab for a small pistol holstered on my ankle. She spoke to me, sensing my fear, feeding my feelings of hopelessness, trying to stop me from pulling out the weapon, while my mind fought to get the gun and slow down time at the same time.
Her feet left the ground. She hovered a few inches off, and quickly made her way towards me. I remember those eyes. They were looking straight into my own. I wanted to raise the gun and fire at her, but with gazes locked, I couldn't will myself to aim.
It took a tremendous effort of concentration, but I slowed time again, until her advances were quick, but slow enough to follow. Gritting my teeth, I shakily brought the pistol up, and aimed.
She was right in front of me! Ready to have me killed with her will alone.
And that was when I fired. Right into her throat.
Everything stopped. My mind was not gripped in fear. I wasn't trying to will this moment to slow down so that I could react properly. It was a great relief, as I saw her body slump into the ground.
THen I woke up. 8:30 pm. I had to get ready for work.
Strange, isn't it? I don't dream in a long time, then I have three consecutive dreams in a row. Two had common themes, while the other was full of action (I tend to be in a lot of action hero dreams, since it is my fantasy to be the hero.). But it worries me. What do these dreams mean? I know each dream has a meaning, as if the sub-conscious mind is trying to warn me of something. Stranger still, my other dreams a while back were nothing more than snippets of real life, or prophetic dreams, which would be triggered in RL by a moment of worry or panic. WHy these dreams? Why now?
I am intrigued by the last dream, most of all. I knew I was a spy, and so were my friends, and that my enemies were rival spies. I knew that we also had ESP that was rather unique. It would make a great story. If my dream was thrilling enough, imagine what a reader would think when I put that dream onto paper!
I think i'll call it 'ESPY'. ESP, and SPY, combined together so to speak.
Let me know what you all think. Oh, and if you know any good dream interpreters, let me know. Even biblical characters did dream interpretation, so it's all good if I check it out.
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