I remember being in a fictional city during the night like I was staying at a hotel with my family and some of my indirect family members from my mom‘s side of the family, and I left with my aunt ME/my cousin ME/my cousin CE (ME’s sister)/& maybe my little cousin JE to go several places with them in my cousin ME’s automobile.
It was early morning probably between 12:00 AM – 3:00AM, and our first stop was at a gas station to get gas probably; and I decided to go inside the gas station to buy some food/snacks/desserts/or something.
My aunt ME wanted to make two other stops after we left the gas station, before it got any later, so that we could return to the hotel probably to finally get some sleep.
Inside the gas station I had to wait in line and I ended up waiting & looking around a lot longer than I expected, there were some good/interesting snacks/desserts in the gas station, and I think that the workers were nice; and after a long time I finally bought something, and I returned to ME’s automobile and my aunt ME was a bit angry since I took so long.
My aunt ME complained about how much later it was now and that she probably did not feel like making the next two stops now, I apologized for taking longer than expected and I countered her complaining with positive recommendations to help improve her mood, and to let her know that we could still probably make the two stops that she wanted to make; but then something happened that I can not remember, and for some reason we got out of the automobile to walk or run toward the woods near the gas station.
We reached a ledge/end of the land that over-looked a forest-like area with an area under the ledge that had broken building pieces and/or trees that you could walk down to reach this area, I think that this area used to be a mansion that was mostly destroyed, but underground the rest remained; and there was an opening in the ground that could take you down into it, probably.
I remember that maybe a wolf or wolf-like animal or some kind of being either attacked us or approached us, and I either fought it and/or kept it away, but I am not sure and this part is too unclear; so unclear that a jump in time/memory/the dream happened, where my indirect family members were gone but I was still there with some new people.
One of the people was a man who probably looked like Conan The Barbarian, one person was a woman who might have somewhat looked like or reminded me of the music artist Emilíana Torrini & I will call her the mother, and the mother had a daughter who was probably 18 – 21 years old who had blondish colored hair and she wore a long old-style dress & she reminded me of Alice From Alice In Wonderland a bit.
The four of us went into or fell into the opening in the ground that led into an underground mansion, the first room was a dark empty hallway, and we went into a dark empty room that was like a laundry room; and the underground mansion looked mostly abandoned, and it had an old look to it like it was from another time period in some places.
Almost as soon as we entered skeletons & maybe some statues and other things started to come to life and attack us with old style mêlée weapons, some of them wore armor, and some of them had shields; and Conan and the mother and the daughter found some chained maces with a metal ball attached or whatever this type of weapon is called, but the daughter gave me her weapon.
We started fighting the threats and running trying to find a more defensible room, but the daughter panicked and she ran off by herself screaming as some of the threats chased her; and so I ran to get her while Conan and the mother fought some of the threats.
I ran through hallways and rooms yelling for the daughter to come back, to get a weapon & shield, and to calm down; but she was still running & screaming as more threats were appearing, and chasing her & attacking me.
The skeletons and other threats were not so tough, I remember taking a weak shield with a very small handle from one of the skeletons I killed, and I took a spear with an axe on the side of it; and I fought threats as I tried to catch up with the daughter.
She ran through more formal parts of the mansion that had long decorative carpets, decorations, a huge dining room table & dining room, a huge ballroom, and a long hallway with objects that belonged to the people who used to own the mansion; and history about them was scattered through the mansion.
I finally caught up with the daughter, gave her a weapon, and we fought our way back to Conan and the mother; and I remember someone saying that this mansion used to be owned by a cult according to some people, and that this cult was pretty secretive and distrusted/disliked.
I guess we cleared one area of threats and so we were able to explore this one area in peace, something very interesting and strange happened but I can not remember what happened exactly, my guess is that maybe the head woman & man (husband & wife) who owned the mansion & ran the so-called cult messed with our minds (the mother and I for sure, I am not sure about the others) and/or possessed us.
This so-called cult probably ended or died many years ago in the dream, and so maybe somehow the spirits/ghosts/whatever of the two owners had awakened & tried to use the mother & I for a certain purpose; and I think that one of their purposes was they wanted to make a baby, by trying to get the mother & I to fall in love & have a child & raise the child in the underground mansion & eventually revive the cult and/or them.
My memory is too unclear and in the dream my mind was so confused that I had no idea what happened exactly and there was a time/memory/dream jump, but there was a flash of memory of the mother and I having feelings for each other, and we wanted to settle down/live in the underground mansion; I think that something was done to us/our minds during the parts that I forgot and maybe some of the memories of the past owners flashed our minds since they probably possessed us temporarily or something during this point.
Whatever happened to us, we snapped out of it at some point, a bit confused and we still had lingering feelings/thoughts/memories; and then there was a time/memory/jump in the dream where the mother, some TV sitcom-like people, and I were on the upper floor of a house or apartment built near/over the underground mansion probably.
We all were having a gathering with people talking, drinking, et cetera in a bathroom & a room near the bathroom; and the others were joking about how the mother and I had once supposedly went down in the underground mansion, and that something happened between us, and they were joking about what might have happened (they suspected something sexual and they joked about that for fun).
They seem to think that our story was a fake story, and they would tell people about it like a tale/legend; we knew that something really happened to us down there, but we could not remember what all had happened exactly & so we only told them some of what happened.
They were fun-loving type people, so them making fun of us was like friends having fun with each other, and it did not bother us too much; but the mother and I had lingering feelings toward each other that we did not understand, and something kept trying to pull us back down to the underground mansion like a spell had been cast on us or something but we would resist it since we were afraid that something would completely control/possess us & we would no longer be ourselves if we returned down to the underground mansion.
This part of the dream was obviously probably years later after the time we went into the underground mansion, oddly no one else seemed to have went to explore the underground mansion, I guess most people were too afraid.
Behind the toilet in the bathroom was a hatch that led to the underground mansion, and when I went near the toilet I felt compelled to enter the hatch but I would fight it; and I would probably even hear a voice or voices calling me to come back, and a being would even try to come up the hatch to bring us back sometimes.
But it either could not get through the hatch for some reason or we would rebuke it, and it would go back down into the underground mansion; oddly only the mother and I knew about this, and I remember us talking about how we both kept feeling drawn to return to the underground mansion.
It was literally calling us and pulling us at times, but we resisted since we were afraid to lose ourselves if we returned.
I remember the mother and I talking about if we could remember pieces of the parts where our memory was unclear and blank, we shared bits and pieces of what we could remember, and we talked about our strange feelings toward each other; and our guesses about what happened to us and why we had those feelings.
We started to consider going back down into the underground mansion since we got tired of the not knowing what happened to us there exactly and we felt compelled to return there, but I woke up.
I had one other dream that I somewhat remember, that was anime-like, but I am not sure if some of the dream was animated or not.
It took place during the day at a fictional industrial warehouse-like area outside, that gave tours and taught various things, and the indoor & outdoor areas were divided into different sections that showed & taught various things; and I was touring it, as were random groups of people, and I was outside in an area with metal shipping containers.
A man who was a martial arts master of some rare unknown martial art was there with his student who had red colored hair with whitish colored skin, and he looked a bit like Gene Starwind from Outlaw Star mixed with Guts from Berserk; and in this area where we were was a humanoid robot, they were programmed not to hurt/kill people, and I guess they could be used for training purposes & as tour guides & teachers.
For some reason the robot attacked the master and the master let the robot knock him to his knees, the master wanted the student to think that he was in danger so that the student would fight at his full potential and so the master did not try to fight the robot & he stayed on his knees as the robot stood behind him, and he thought that the robot would not injure them since it was programmed not to; but the master had not planned this, the robot attacked on its own for no reason, but the master felt that this would end up being a safe training exercise for his student.
I was standing not far away watching this and to our shock/horror, the robot who was standing behind the master, ripped the masters skin from his body with both hands which killed the master, and it was horrible/shocking.
The robot was that strong and it was clear that something was wrong with this robot and this robot could kill people, even though they were not supposed to be able to do that because of their programming, and so the student screamed “Master!”; and he angrily started attacking the robot, but the robot was very strong and was easily defending against the student.
Some people who were touring nearby saw what was happening and some of them ran screaming in panic, since a robot was attacking, but the others stood in shock watching the student fight the robot; but the student was losing, and it looked hopeless but the student would not give up.
It was dramatic, watching this student fighting with all he had against an almost unstoppable robot, and every time the robot knocked the student down he would get back up; and the emotion/energy/heart the student had was amazing.
He was screaming, crying, and fighting with all he had; and I almost cried watching him give it his all during the fight.
The student was getting tired, was hurting, was sweating, and then he pushed his body to the limits; and he gave the last bit of energy he had and he unleashed one of the most dramatic and devastating combinations that I have seen.
He started to punch and hit the robot over and over with all he had, which started to stun the robot, and the student kept hitting and hitting the robot; and his knuckles were bleeding and breaking, but he would not stop.
He was beating the robot so bad that it could not do anything and time jumped into the future, and The Academy (which was who owned this area) was giving the student an award & scholarship to The Academy for saving lives against the rogue robot that day (so I guess he defeated the robot); and the head of The Academy presented the award as people took photographs and cheered, the student was now a hero, but he was not happy & had bandages still.
After the awards ceremony the student walked off to be alone and to go to the spot where his master died, to me it seemed that The Academy wanted to almost cover up what had happened with the robot as an isolated incident to avoid bad press, but I felt that something was going on & I wanted to find out why that robot had gone rogue like that.
I approached the student and I began a conversation with him, I told him that I was there when it all happened and that I wanted to help him investigate what happened that day if he wanted to investigate it, and he said that he did want to investigate what happened.
He said that he did not want fame and he did not want people bothering him all the time, he wanted to train and find out what happened that day and find out if anyone was behind he death of his master, because he sensed a possible cover-up as well & that maybe someone had planned this; and he realized that he had a lot of training to do to be able to fight other robots in the future if necessary, and I probably was going to train with him too but I woke up.