This dream from last night was inspired by the film Dr. Strangelove Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb, a film that I only saw part of years ago back in college during a history class taught by Dr. G, but last night I watched the entire film for the first time before going to bed.
This dream got interrupted possibly several times by me waking up and going back to sleep, and the dream took place in a dimly lit building that felt like it was underground and it seemed apartment-like even though it was probably a bunker-like war room where various high-level people were gathering because something had happened or was happening.
For some unknown reason I was there, most or all communications seemed to be cut off because of whatever was going on or we could not get the communications to those who needed it because they had their communications off as part of some kind of emergency protocol or something, and so basically this dream was following parts of the Dr. Strangelove film.
There was a lot of tension and complicated bureaucratic protocols (manuals, codes, briefing, et cetera) that had to be followed which was a bit boring and ridiculous, and there was a small buffet with a woman behind the buffet bar serving the food so I stood in line to get some food.
There was a man who was probably from Japan (Japanese) standing in the line as well, and I remember listening and watching the long boring complicated series of protocols being followed as I waited in line for some food.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
I barely remember part of one dream from last night that I think took place in an underground location/facility, and I remember having a meeting in a large open room on a circular platform above empty space with a few high level people from maybe government/intelligence/military/et cetera positions & one of them was or looked like Kazundo Gouda (Kazundo Gōda) (but I am not sure if he was animated or if he looked real) from the Japanese animated (anime) TV show Ghost In The Shell: Stand Alone Complex 2nd Gig.
Mr. Gouda seemed to be a high level person in an intelligence position, I did not trust him for some reason(s), and I found him to be suspicious during our meeting; but I can not remember the meeting or what made me suspicious, and I can not remember what I was doing there or what my job was.
This part of the underground facility seemed to be a secure area that was very modern/somewhat futuristic like a scientific laboratory or something like that with thick metal walls/doors/et cetera, and fancy electronics in certain areas; and the meeting room probably had no chairs & maybe there were large TV screens along the walls where we could talk with & see people who were not in the underground facility but I am not sure.
I think that the meeting room was designed for secrecy/privacy/security/et cetera to avoid meetings being spied on, anyway at some point the meeting was over, and Mr. Gouda & I talked briefly & maybe I confronted him about some of my suspicions of/about him; and at some point Mr. Gouda left in a hurry suspiciously, and after he left reports came in proving that my suspicions were correct about Mr. Gouda.
Mr. Gouda had left the underground facility and evidence was found proving that Mr. Gouda worked for someone else/an enemy/another government and/or intelligence agency/organization/whoever, and that he had probably shared top-secret information with them; and so there was fear of an attack/whatever against us/whoever, and so we put the underground facility on lock-down; and audio/visual alarms went off, certain areas were sealed, security teams searched the area for sabotage & other possible threats, the computer systems/archives/et cetera started being checked for theft/malware/et cetera, an investigation into Mr. Gouda began, a search for Mr. Gouda began, contact was made to warn others on the outside of the facility, a short meeting about the situation was held, et cetera.
After helping get the emergency protocols started I walked off to take a break or something, and I went to a less secure area where certain people (probably family members/et cetera of people in the underground facility) had small businesses/entertainment areas/maybe classrooms/et cetera in rooms along several hallways; and a bald man who looked/dressed like maybe a Buddhist/whatever (an orangish colored monk-like robe with maybe one or more colors) monk approached me trying to get me to pay a small fee for a religious/whatever experience/something like that, I was not interested, but the monk was begging me & pushing me toward his business/temple room/whatever & so I decided to try it & I probably paid him so that he would stop bothering me.
The monk led me to a small room with maybe a reddish colored and/or orangish colored and/or yellowish colored (maybe one or more colors) door with interesting religious-looking designs, and he led me into a small dimly lit room; and the room was about the size of a storage closet that a janitor might use, and the room had religious-like designs/decorations/colors/et cetera probably related to Buddhism and/or Hinduism and/or a fake religion and/or an unknown religion.
The monk had me stand in the center of the room and he told me not to turn around during the experience/whatever, that I had to stand still while looking forward & maybe he blindfolded me but I am not sure & he explained the experience/rules/whatever but I can not remember the other details, and maybe he lit some candles/incense and/or started playing some traditional instrumental religious-like music; and the floor below/beneath my feet started to move in circles, so the floor slowly moved me in circles as I stood there looking forward & maybe the floor rose slightly but I am not sure, and maybe a probably female being/deity/Goddess was supposed to appear/be summoned at some point but I am not sure.
At some point smoke/fog started filling the room & I started to feel something against my back and/or shoulders like a fake massage from a machine or a solid object, maybe the monk said that the probably female being/Goddess/whoever was supposedly in the room now, and that she was supposedly behind me; and that I was not to turn around for any reason, which I thought was suspicious, but I continued looking forward while slowly spinning in circles because of the floor.
I felt that the monk was tricking people with a fake religious experience to make money using machines to make the floor spin & rise, music/lights/incense to set the mood, a fog/smoke machine for fog/smoke, another person dresses as the supposed probably female being/Goddess, et cetera.
At some point I decided that I was pretty confident that this was a scam to make money, and so I decided to break the rules by turning around to see the probably female being/Goddess; and as I did this I confronted the monk with my suspicions about him, I turned around to see what seemed to be a man wearing a wig & costume pretending to be a female being/Goddess/whoever, and so I pulled the wig off his head.
The monk and the man panicked as I made it obvious that I knew that this was a scam, I told them what I felt/thought about their scam, and I walked out of the room as they tried to stop me; and they begged me not to tell anyone, and oddly maybe Dashie (Charlie Guzman) from YouTube was the man who was working with the monk by wearing the wig & costume pretending to be the female being/Goddess/whoever but I am not sure.
I just know that in the hallway I saw Dashie at some point and I briefly talked with him but I can not remember the details, and then I walked to a residential part of the underground facility I guess where most of us lived in apartment houses/rooms down various hallways; and at some point I came across my family.
My family also had an extra apartment house/room that they wanted to rent out to make some extra money, then somehow the dream world changed to where we were at my parent’s real house, and that extra house/room was now the G House that my grandfather owns but in the dream it seemed that my parent’s had bought it from my grandfather; and my dad mentioned that a woman was outside the yard waiting to see the G House because she was interested in renting it, but we wanted to be cautious/strict about who we let view/rent the G House & my dad did not really feel like showing the house today & so he considered telling her that she could not see it today.
I asked him who the woman was & he said that she said that her name was Grace Randolph or some name like that & he walked off to probably tell her that she could not see the house today, and I recognized the name as maybe the Grace Randolph from YouTube; and so I walked outside to catch up with my dad to see if it was really Mrs. Randolph, outside it was daytime, and to my surprise it was Mrs. Randolph/Grace from YouTube.
Grace said that she was moving to D for some reason (work reasons probably) and that she needed a place to live, she had heard/read about the G House being for rent & so she came to see it, and so I told my dad that we should let her look at the G House & that I recognized her from the internet; and that I would show her around the G House, my dad said okay, but I woke up as I went to show Grace the G House.
I remember part of at least three dreams from last night, though I had more, and the first dream that I can remember involved me riding in an automobile with my uncle JE who I probably picked up from my grandfather’s house during the day.
I was driving and I remember driving out-of-town on a fictional L-like highway that goes toward M, I can not remember where we were going or why or what happened exactly, but something happened at some point; and police/SWAT/FBI-like people were after us like in a video game like Saints Row or Grand Theft Auto or something like that.
So I remember driving for my life as they tried to ram us and stop our automobile like they were going to kill us, and at some point we reached an abandoned gas station when my automobile became too damaged to drive anymore; and some of the police/SWAT/FBI-like people crashed into the building & around the building & probably died, and then there was a moment where we had a few seconds to escape in a very damaged police car that I had to use cheat codes to repair & it magically was repaired like in a video game. 😀
We started to drive back to town to my grandfather’s house as the police/SWAT/FBI-like people who were left were trying to find us and/or were chasing us, and once we reached my grandfather’s house my uncle JE was now his son/my cousin ME somehow; and my cousin ME said that we needed to cross the street to my uncle CE’s old house for the police/SWAT/FBI-like people to stop chasing us and/or for us to win the game or something like that, but the police car was not working or was too damaged again so we were going to have to cross the street another way.
At some point we managed to either walk across the street on foot to my uncle CE’s yard or we got across the street another way, without dying or getting arrested, barely; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
The second dream took place in a small college library/bookstore it seemed, and there were chairs around the room with people sitting in some of them waiting on an author to come talk to them about a his new book or something like that.
I was walking around looking at books in the language learning section where I saw verb & learning guide books for Spanish, French, German, et cetera; and I was wearing a very dark reddish colored long sleeve button dress shirt tucked into to some grayish colored slacks/dress pants with a black colored belt with dark-colored shoes.
I saw and greeted my former classmate MW and she might have had a woman with her who looked like a combination of the female knight from the TV show Game Of Thrones (Brienne Of Tarth) and the singer La Roux (Elly Jackson), and she was wearing the same thing that I was wearing and she was smaller/less muscular than Brienne but bigger/more muscular than La Roux & she had the hair style of Brienne but the hair color of La Roux; and either I assumed and/or they told me that they both were dating, but I am not sure.
At some point MW and the other woman, who I will call Knight Brienne La Roux, walked off; and I continued looking at books in the language learning section.
At some point the author who was to talk with the people entered the library/bookstore, and he saw me looking at some books in the language learning section; and he stopped to point out the books that he wrote and he briefly said a few other things to me & then he went to start talking at a podium to the other people.
As he was introducing himself to the crowd, Knight Brienne La Roux approached me without MW this time, and she wanted to talk with me about something private/secret/personal; I forgot to mention that she looked serious the entire dream, and we walked & talked around the library/bookstore like intelligence agents/spies or something.
We did not look at each other while talking & walking, we spoke without being too loud, we would stop/pause what we were saying when passing people, we spoke mostly in French & a bit of English & maybe a few words of Spanish and/or German to make it harder for people to follow our conversation, we would sometimes respond in different languages to each other to further confuse anyone trying to listen to our conversation, we spoke in a semi-coded way, et cetera.
Whatever it was that Knight Brienne La Roux was telling me and whatever we talked about must have been top-secret or something for her/us to encrypt our conversation this much, it was so effective that I can not remember what we talked about exactly, but I have a wild guess about what the conversation might have ended with.
Though I can not remember the conversation due to all the ways that we tried to encryption our conversation, I am making a wild guess that after the conversation I was supposed to go to a location that she had given me in the conversation, and once there a man would call me on my mobile phone with further instructions; and so I left I guess to that location.
I am guessing that once I got to that location a man called my mobile phone and he started to give me directions that I was supposed to follow in real-time, and he was like a narrator as well who was explaining my surroundings/environment/the situation/et cetera; and he led me to a subway-like place underground where I guess people in the city rode the train, maybe, and then he led me to a secret location that led to a secret city or something even further underground.
I only got to see part of this secret underground city-like place that was divided up in districts or something with lots of thick concrete-like tunnels & thick brownish automatic metal doors, and there were mostly non-Human being around the city it seemed; but there were some Humans there too (who I think were mostly poor/homeless people from the surface oddly), but I only got to see mostly non-Humans in the few areas that I walked through but I did see a few diverse areas that had some Humans too.
I remember thinking about Spider-Man or something that reminded me of Spider-Man, and I felt like I knew this place and that I was more powerful than I thought and that I had some weapons somewhere; it was like hidden memories in my brain were slowly awakening as I walked around following the man on the phone instructions.
I walked past doors that led to various housing areas that were controlled by/had mostly certain type of non-Human beings, various market-like areas, and neighborhoods; and some areas were more diverse than others while some were mostly controlled by one group of non-Humans.
The man on the phone had me walking where ever he said to go and he would give me information about the places & beings that lived there, and at some point I reached a dangerous area controlled by mostly small low-level thug-like reptilian-like and/or amphibian-like beings; and I had to walked through there to reach a certain area where the man on the phone wanted me to go.
I felt that once all my memories came back and/or once I got my weapons I could easily defend myself but in my current condition I felt weak/sorry, I felt that the small thug-like reptilian and/or amphibian beings were not that dangerous for someone like me, but my memory was still awakening so I decided to not take any chances.
I forgot to mention that there were some non-sentient beings in various areas, not many, that seemed to be pets and/or food and/or animals that some of the sentient beings kept around for some reason; and I came across a dangerous alien-like Komodo Dragon-like non-sentient being/animal in the dangerous reptilian-like and/or amphibian being controlled area in a big warehouse-like room, and it started trying to attack me.
While I was running around the room from it, a small maybe female Reptilian-like and/or Amphibian-like being started trying to attack and/or eat me as well, and the female Reptilian-like being sounded like maybe she could talk a bit but I am not sure since she did not talk; she made Human-like noises that were only sounds & breathing noises that I could understand/translate to mean things like: I want to eat you!, Yes!!!, This is fun trying to kill you!, I am enjoying this!, Come back here!, Stop running!, I am hungry!, Smells good!, Eat!!!, Die!!, et cetera.
She was a greenish color I think, maybe her skin looked a bit slimy and/or scaly, she was shorter than a Human, I do not think that she had any hair, I do not think that she had clothes & she did not need any from what I remember since she looked Reptilian & her body probably did not look female in the Human sense, she stood on two feet and she had two arms, she probably had sharp teeth & reptilian-like eyes, and she probably had claws.
She might have not been female but I felt/thought that she was for some reason, even though you could not tell by looking at her, maybe it was because of how she sound(ed)/breathed and/or from my memories that were slowly awakening throughout the dream at this point.
I was running around and jumping around for my life from her and the alien-like Komodo Dragon-like animal, which was annoying since I felt that normally I could easily defeat them and maybe I could defeat them now since I was bigger/stronger than them already, but I did not want to touch them since I was not sure if they were poisonous or something and my memory was still slowly coming back.
While this chase was going on the man on the phone was still talking with me/narrating, and so I was doing several things at one time until I started to panic as I got closer to being caught & I was still confused since my memory was still not finished awakening or whatever; and so I accidentally woke myself up as I panicked in the dream.
Dream 3
The last dream took place in D during the day at a slightly fictional version of my grandfather’s house, and a big race was going to take place in town & various celebrities were going to compete in the race as well; and many of the people who were going to be in the race and I were training at my grandfather’s house/yard.
I remember taking some breaks to talk with people and to explore the second floor of my grandfather’s house which was a fictional version of the second floor, and up there were old fictional and/or real things from my childhood; and I remember finding two large photographs of myself when I was a kid, and I remember talking about my childhood and past with several dream characters who told me about their pasts as well.
At some point it was time for the race to start, which might have started near my grandfather’s house, and I remember running across town in the race; and at some point I was running not far from DQ on Eastside toward downtown, and I was in the lead pack of runners which I remember included a variety of people like Chuck Norris & Bruce Campbell.
At some point Bruce Campbell collapsed and so Mr. Norris & I stopped to help him, and I saw that Mr. Campbell dropped a silver revolver; and as Mr. Campbell started to regain consciousness I gave him his revolver that he dropped, instead of putting it back in his pocket he started trying to aim it blindly at a woman who was running by in the race & so we had to take the revolver from him.
He was semi-conscious when he did this so it was an automatic reaction of his brain it seemed and then he probably lost consciousness again, and I checked the revolver for bullets but I did not see any; and I handed the revolver to Mr. Norris for him to make sure that it was not loaded, which it was not, and then Mr. Norris unscrewed the wheel so that no one could shoot the revolver even if they loaded it & he gave me the screw to keep in my pocket so that it would not get lost.
A few other runners stopped to help and they called an ambulance, Mr. Campbell regained consciousness and we waited with him for the ambulance to arrive, even though we were now losing the race since we stopped for so long to help; but we did not care and we wanted to do the right thing and help a person in need.
We waited talking with Mr. Campbell who was in a good mood even in his condition, and he told us a few jokes about his condition that made us all laugh; but I woke up as we talked while waiting for the ambulance.
Last night I only remember part of two dreams, with the first dream taking place with me being on vacation with my family in some fictional city in the daytime, walking away from our hotel.
I remember my mom made a comment about how beautiful the clouds in the sky were, and how they were moving oddly; I noticed a cloud move oddly and then it went back to its original state.
I noticed a few other odd clouds moving and as we crossed a bridge, I noticed some of the clouds began to change to storm-like clouds and the weather began to change very rapidly, with rain and the wind blowing very hard.
My dad and brothers started trying to run back to the hotel, and my mother and I got hit by a wave of water from the small river under the bridge, but I managed to grab my mom and we did not fall into the river.
My mom and I started moving past the bridge as everything started to flood, waves of water thrashed, the wind blew, rain, etc.
The water level got high so quick that by the time we reached my dad & brothers, we all were floating in the water, we had to hold on to each other and try to swim through the current; toward the hotel, it was chaotic.
I helped hold one of my brother above the water, because he kept sinking, and we quickly reached the hotel; we then went to the upper floor, and other people were there in shock and taking cover.
We had no idea what was going on, I remember a woman and her daughters sitting on the floor crying, while others were silently sitting on the floor of the hallway.
I decided that we should start gathering supplies and securing the building, and creating security teams to patrol through the day, among other things; but I woke up.
My second dream took place in the daytime in a fictional part of a city that was somewhat like my birth-town, next to the Wal-Mart parking lot, and I was going to this roof-like area on the second floor of a building; that somewhat reminded me of the apartment for the dream before this, but a lot smaller.
I opened a door and there was a small ladder that led to a small roof-like area, and I saw an almost life-sized painting of The Young Shepherdess on this small wall-like area near the edge of the building; I stopped to look at it from a distance and thought that was interesting that my favorite painting was there, but then I noticed the painting moved.
The Shepherdess leaned forward with her face pointed down so I could not see her face, which I found odd, and then she seemed to be reaching out her hand toward me; like she needed help getting out of the painting or something.
I stood in the doorway of the building still and asked if she needed help, but she did not respond, so I reached out my hand toward her from a distance; we both seemed to move in slow motion or something and had a hard time moving.
I slowly made my way closer to her, but it was hard, I had to struggle a bit to move; I tried tell her to reach just a bit more, so I could grab her hand, and at some point I managed to grab her hand and help her out of the painting.
Once out of the painting, our struggle seemed to have stopped, it was like we had to breach an invisible barrier between us at first or something.
I was surprised and amazed, she still looked like a painting instead of a normal person, but it was still amazing; I wanted to ask her a lot of questions, but she seemed to have come to give me an important message(s).
She got straight to the point and was not there for small talk, to my shock and disappointment, and she acted like her message was time sensitive; like she/we only had a short time.
I can not remember the exact details of her message, except I remember her trying to quickly prove a point to me, I was being skeptical; she was getting a bit annoyed and was trying to show that she and I were One and/or Connected and/or Mirror Images Of Each Other and/or something like that.
So to prove it we somehow magically switched positions, I was standing where she had been and she was standing where I had been; I guess it was an example of the Mirror Image Of Each Other thing or something.
She also was explaining something else that I think went something like:
“I should not see her or anyone else as being Special/A Savior That Has All The Answers and/or Expect Them To Save Us Or Do All The Work; that I and some others that realize this, will have to save ourselves/work together and do not be fooled by Saviors/Those That Claim To Have All The Answers/Those That Promise To Save Us And Do All The Work For Us or something like that.
I think she warned about A Group Only Referred To As Them, but did not go into detail, the Them seemed to be some Group that was either on their way and/or here; it was like time was running out and I & some others had to get ready, the Them seemed to be a Negative group I am guessing.
I think she was referring to Them as the ones the ones that would come as saviors, claiming to have answers, claiming to help, but are not to be trusted; that only we as individuals/people and as a species could really save ourselves or something like that.
She seemed to be trying to stress the importance of avoiding the manipulations/traps/etc, and that to simply remember that we had to take responsibility for ourselves, not expect others to do it; no matter what they claim or how powerful they seem.”
I was still trying to talk about other things and being a bit skeptical, so instead of trying to explain more about the Them, she told me to come with her and we went on a truck that some of us call 18-Wheelers.
She was taking me to a group of people who were already preparing to survive or whatever, when the Them, would soon come; to me it sounded like a resistance group of humans.
We drove to a desert-like area near some mountains and stopped at a booth-like building, and she said that this was my stop, and she left after saying a few things.
There was a hidden bunker area underneath this booth-like building, and a few Russian-like highly skilled & trained men were there, trying to prepare a small group of new-comers like myself.
They seemed to have trained in surviving for the time when the Them would come, it was like we would have to learn to live in the shadows, and be more defensive and learn guerrilla-like tactics when necessary to protect ourselves.
I guessed that there were small groups like this around the world, trying to set up a system of hidden groups for those who will try to survive, help others, and fight the Them when necessary or something.
In the hidden bunker area were several women and men, and the two or three men that seemed to be the trainers were starting to talk to us, but there was a perimeter breach warning; an above camera revealed a bus approaching, so the trainers began to evacuate the bunker with us, and started the self-destruct sequence.
They feared that it was an attack by the Them or someone working with the Them, we escaped through an above ground escape hatch in the back, and hid behind some rocks; as one or more people from the bus went into the booth-like building.
We could not see the people or who was on the bus, I just remember hearing and seeing the explosions, as the booth-like building and the underground bunker area exploded in a series of small explosions.
Which killed some of the people who had gotten off the bus, we then heard a panic, and people on the bus seemed to be searching for us; we were unarmed (maybe not the trainers, but I am not sure), and tried to hide.
At some point we were forced to face one of the search groups from the bus, and a battle almost happened; to our surprise the search group was also unarmed and several of them seemed to be members of a Native American Tribe, it seemed like a group of men, women, and kids that were just on a field trip or something.
They asked why did we blow up some of their people and why did we attack them, so there was a tense situation, as both of our groups tried to explain the situation; we realized that they were not a threat probably and they were starting to realize it, but both our sides started trying to decide what to do next.
I suggested that we join with them and go help the others in their group, and we all join in preparing/training for when the Them come; but I woke up.
Last night I had a/some crazy experience(s), it is too hard to explain, but the best that I can do to describe it is as a combination of: partial sleep paralysis / odd side effects to medicine with periods of daydreaming and thinking and/or dreaming at the same time, among other things.
During some parts it was like I was in a different state of consciousness/state of being, where I could hear another stream of consciousness (probably my subconscious), which was sometimes probably daydreaming and/or dreaming and/or thinking and/or organizing memories and/or various other things; and my body was not responding to my commands and I could not get out of bed (I felt too weak and I had no mental or emotional or physical strength to make myself get out of bed).
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