Last night I barely remember part of my last dream, which took place during the day in a fictional place, and I was at an apartment/barracks-like place for military-like people; but I am not sure why I was there, how I got there, or anything else.
I just remember there being some off-duty-like military-like people, in this multi-floor building, and many of the rooms were dorm-like rooms with several people sharing each room.
Some of the people there had handguns either on them or by their beds, a few people were cleaning their handguns, and there was an armory in the building where the assault rifles and other equipment were stored; but I did not get to see it in the dream.
Many of the people were just relaxing, it seemed to be a weekend or Friday afternoon, and most of the people at the building were gone; and I spent most of my time talking with a man and a woman who were both room-mates.
The man reminded me of my former classmate JW, he was not very smart but he was an easy-going-type person, and the woman reminded me of Motoko Kusanagi (The Major) from Ghost In The Shell; she was a serious and tough woman, and she spent most of her time cleaning her handgun & equipment.
At some point something strange happened somewhere in the building, an attack from a strange threat of some kind happened, there was some fighting around the building but we did not get to see most of it really; and the few people at the building seemed to be losing the fight.
The woman got her handgun & equipment ready & she gave me a handgun, and she tried to get us to the armory but the threats had that area blocked; and so it was too dangerous for us to try to get to the armory.
The woman tried to help the others contain the threats indirectly, since we were on the upper-floor away from most of the fighting, but the others were getting killed; and most of the survivors started to run around the building trying to escape.
We tried to warn as many people as we could, we tried to help where we could, we tried to prepare to defend our floor, but the situation seemed hopeless as the threats moved closer & closer to our floor easily defeating anyone in their way; at some point the man & woman found their other roommate, who reminded me of my former classmate MB, and he acted like a drugged overly relaxed type person.
They kept trying to warn him of the dangerous situation but he seemed too drugged to care, and he just sat around on his bed talking & smiling in a drugged-like way; and so the man kept trying to bring him back to reality, but the woman kept trying to deal with the situation & I tried to help both of them.
The woman and I decided that we could not defend the floor or the building any longer, the threats were close to our floor & we were the only people left on our floor, and so we started to prepare to escape the building; but the man was till trying to get their room-mate to leave with us, but he would not leave.
The man told us that he would stay behind a bit longer trying to get their room-mate to leave too, we did not recommend it, but we wished him well & we prepared a ladder outside of our window, so that we could climb down to the ground.
We heard some of the threats reach our floor as we were leaving, and we warned the others to come with us; and we left as the two men stayed behind.
I guess the woman and I went separate ways or something after we got on the ground, because I do not remember seeing her again after that, and I somehow came across my mom; and we drove away.
I remember us talking and there was a flashback of some of my supposed ancestor‘s who used to live in this nice large stone-like house, some direct & indirect family members lived together in this one house, and it seemed more like a house for a rich family in an older whitish/grayish stone-like house that had a semi-ancient style to it.
There was a flashback of family members dressed in clothing of an unknown style, about to eat & drink together at a large stone-like table, it was a nice flashback of a large family living together; but then the flashback stopped and I told my mom about it, and I asked her to show me where the house was so we drove to it.
The house was now an upper class hotel it seemed and we walked in but no one was at the desk or around, and so we started to explore the house looking for areas I had seen in my flashbacks.
I remember that we saw an open door to a room so we went inside, but we heard voices, and so we started to leave the room; but someone heard us leaving & we heard them calling the front desk about intruders.
We panicked a bit and hid in another room as security looked for us and they found us, and they brought us to the front desk; and the worker behind the front desk questioned us.
We told him that we had come to see the house, since it used to be a house that some of our ancestor’s used to live in, and that we had not seen anyone at the front desk & so we started to explore & we went into a room not knowing that someone was in there & that we had panicked when they called security.
The worker did not seem to believe us and he was ready to kick us out, but I got angry, and I started to argue with him; and I showed him our driver licenses to prove who we were and that our ancestor’s did used to live in the house.
He started to listen a bit more to us but he was still a bit suspicious, and he wanted to make a call to the heads of the family to see if we were really part of the family; and so we waited for him to make the call.
I started to wonder if the house was owned by the former slave masters of some of my ancestor’s, whose family name my family probably took/used/kept for their family name, and so the heads of the family would probably not know us, since we were descendants of their former slaves.
Either way, the flashbacks showed me that some of my ancestors did live in the house as part of the family, whether they were slaves or not; and I felt that we had a right to see the house at least, and I was willing to argue my point to the heads of the family, but I woke up.
-John Jr 🙂