I am not sure if this is one dream or two dreams but I will separate them as two different dreams, the first dream seemed to be my mind making its own version of the film Predator (1987) but I am not sure if I was in the dream or not, and I remember some soldiers and/or mercenaries and some people (including a woman and/or kid) walking through the wilderness or jungle during the day.
As they were passing through a one-story house or structure they were attacked by an alien but I can not remember what it looked like, it killed several of them, but some of them made it outside the building; and there were attempts made to kill the alien, but everyone who went inside the building would get killed by it.
At some point there was a stalemate as only a few people were left alive, the alien possibly gave birth to another alien because there was no a smaller probably baby alien, and the woman or kid decided to test an idea that they had to kill the aliens; and the woman or kid entered the building alone even though the others told this person not to, and this person used something that I can not remember to kill the baby alien.
I barely remember part of my first dream from last night that took place during a gray and depressive looking day in what seemed to be the city of D after a disaster of some kind, and the character Ygritte from the TV show Game Of Thrones was traveling with a man who(m) she possibly had recently married.
They seemed to be searching for food, water, shelter, supplies, et cetera because the city looked messed up (maybe debris/ash/snow/et cetera) and mostly abandoned like there were not many survivors left; and they reached the shopping center by W Park.
I somewhat remember part of one dream from last night that started nicely but it ended a bit scary/freaky/creepy/realistically/et cetera, and the dream started during the day in a fictional place in a fictional classroom I think.
In the dream I was either married to/dating an unknown woman or hoping to get married one day and I was in a classroom/room with a few of my former classmates like my former female classmate EM who used to sexually harass/like me when I was in public school, my former classmate MT, and a few other male and female former classmates of mine.
Eventually we started talking about memories of the past from years ago when we used to be in public school together and this part of the dream was nice, at some point we said goodbye to each other and we left to go our separate ways, but my former classmate EM wanted to talk with me about something alone outside.
We walked outside the building into a nice grassy field with flowers and it was a nice sunny day and I could see apartments/houses on a hill in the distance, my former classmate EM told me that she used to like me back in public school and that she still liked me, and I probably tried to politely/nicely handle the situation to let her know that I was not interested in her in that way and that I was either married to/dating someone (a woman) already or there was another woman who I was hoping to marry/date one day.
My former classmate EM did not take my polite/nice response(s) well and she emotionally started claiming that she had two children and that I was the father of her children, I told her that was not possibly because we never had sex and I have never had sex with anyone in my life yet, and I told her that I did not believe that she really even had any children; but she said that she would prove it to me if I followed her to her house because she claimed to have the evidence/children at her house.
I did not trust or believe her but I decided to follow her to her house cautiously out of curiosity and to hopefully end this false claim completely, and I followed her to the apartments/houses on the hill area of the field; and the entrance to her apartment/house was underground, and so we had to walk down some steps to the underground entrance/door of her apartment which was was pretty dark because the sunlight could not reach most of it.
My former classmate EM opened the door to her apartment and I stood in the entrance cautiously, she told me to come in but I stood in the entrance to be safe because the house was pretty dark and I did not hear or see any children, and she entered the house still trying to get me to enter; but she still did not show any evidence/children, and so I told her that it seemed that she had lied to me like I expected and I said goodbye.
I turned to walk away but my former classmate EM probably stabbed me with a needle (syringe) that probably contained a drug to put me to sleep and I lost consciousness, and eventually I woke up in the most underground room in my former classmate EM’s apartment; and the room was a small mostly hidden room in the apartment, and I was chained so that I could not escape.
I also noticed that somehow my former classmate EM had shrunk me to the size of a doll and maybe I was even doll-like now instead of human but I am not sure, my former classmate EM entered the room and I seemed to be her slave husband/whatever, and she seemed to be trying to brainwash me into loving her; and so she kept using brainwashing-like tactics on me and she would drug me unconscious when I would try to escape or resist, and maybe she would rape me and do other things to me when I was unconscious but I am not sure because I spent so much time getting drugged unconscious that I was unconscious most of the time.
Most of the dream involved me often briefly waking up from my drugged unconsciousness to find my former classmate EM checking on me to test me to see how well her brainwashing/whatever was working on me, if I resisted she would drug me unconscious again, and I always resisted eventually; and so she kept drugging me unconscious after each test.
I remember wondering if my family/friends/other former classmates were looking for me, I felt that they were trying to find me, and they probably had even asked my former classmate EM; but my former classmate EM would lie to them, and she had me hidden underground very well and I was chained and I was the size of a doll now so I could not escape.
Eventually I stopped resisting my former classmate EM as much which caused her to trust me enough to unchain me, she still would drug me unconscious because I still would resist but not as much, and one day one of her female friends who was an attractive woman with whitish colored skin with long blondish/orangeish colored hair rang the doorbell of her apartment as my former classmate EM was testing me while I was unchained; and my former classmate EM trusted me enough to leave me unchained as she walked off to answer the door, she told me not to leave the room, but I left the room once she walked out of the room to answer the door.
My former classmate EM answered the door and her friend had come to visit her and I heard her friend mention that people were still trying to find me, she cautiously/nervously let friend inside her apartment, and I hid around the corner of the hallway by the stairway waiting for the friend to come around the corner so that she could see me and hopefully run to get help so that someone could save me; but my former classmate EM came around the corner first, she saw me and she told her friend to stop before she could turn the corner, and my former classmate EM hid me in a box or something.
She briefly talked to her friend coming up with excuses to force her to leave and so her friend left, and then my former classmate EM took me back to the hidden underground room to drug me unconscious again after angrily warning me about trying to escape/get help; and eventually I woke up and to my surprise my former classmate MT was unconscious on the floor next to me chained up probably, and it seemed that soon my former classmate EM was going to shrink him to doll size and maybe make him doll-like as well.
My former classmate MT woke up and we briefly talked, my former classmate MT came up with a plan and he asked me to find the key to unchain him because I was not chained, and so I found the key and I unchained him; and my former classmate MT did not explain his plan to me other than telling me to walk to the smoking pipe in the hidden underground room.
I wanted to leave with him and escape but he told me to trust him and he told me to go to the smoking pipe, I had no idea what he was talking about but I walked into the hidden underground room as my former classmate MT left to escape while our former classmate EM was gone or distracted in another room, and I saw a smoking pipe that was not there before; and it seemed that my former classmate MT had busted a pipe that was in the floor, and now the pipe was smoking/leaking.
I walked to the smoking/leaking pipe but the smoke/gas/whatever caused me to lose consciousness, and eventually I woke up in a hospital bed with my dad sitting next to the bed; and my dad smiled and he told me that I was okay now and that I was in a hospital, and I saw that my body was its normal size again and I was human again.
I asked him about my former classmate MT and he said that he was safe as well, his plan worked, and my former classmate EM was arrested; and I remember having a variety of feelings that I can not describe, but I know that I felt relieved.
I felt tired like I was sedated and so I went to sleep, but this caused me to instantly and smoothly wake up in the real world; and I woke up feeling the same feelings that I was feeling in the dream, and for one or two seconds I was not sure if I was dreaming still or awake.
I quickly realized that I was really awake now and it took maybe a minute for the feelings from the dream to fade away, and then I was able to get out of bed to voice record this creepy/interesting dream.
I had several dreams last night but I forgot almost all of them due to several reasons, one of which was the usual annoyance of someone making a lot of noise and turning on lights while I am trying to sleep, but I know that I had several dreams.
I only remember part of the end of one dream now, it took place during the day, and I was walking over to my grandfather’s house to help my mom get my grandfather back inside his house after he was in the hospital or at a doctor’s appointment.
We pushed my grandfather inside his house with a wheelchair, my mom walked off to get something or do something for my grandfather, and I started talking with my grandfather to see what he needed and to see what he wanted to do next; but he was acting strange like the medicine / drugs that he is taking were causing some very strange reactions/side effects.
My grandfather was acting a bit high / drunk with his eyes barely open & he was moving his head oddly, and he could not keep his legs still; and he could not talk clearly, so I could not understand what he was saying really.
It seemed that he wanted to get out of the wheelchair and sit on his couch, and so I tried to help him; but he started to turn and move his body in strange ways that seemed almost impossible, and this looked a bit freaky/scary.
His neck turned a bit and I was not sure if it turned all the way to the back of his head or not, he started to contort / twist / bend his body in strange ways while constantly moving his legs, and I tried to help him get on the couch but he kept moving in these strange ways that made it almost impossible; and I kept telling him to stop moving or he would fall and/or hurt himself, but he said that he could not keep his legs still while probably laughing/smiling oddly.
This all creeped / freaked me out slightly since it did not make sense that my grandfather could move his body in strange ways like this, but I assumed that maybe whatever medicine/drugs the doctor(s) gave him was causing him to act & move oddly like this; and I wondered what kind of drugs/medicine could make an old person be able to act & move like this, it did not make sense, and so I started telling my mom what had happened once she returned.
My grandfather had stopped most of the strange movements at this point, except he kept moving his legs, and he was still acting a bit weird but he was calmer now with his eyes closed or mostly closed like he was drowsy/sleepy/tired; but I woke up.
I almost forgot all my dreams from last night, but somehow I managed to remember part of two dreams when I laid in bed trying to remember what I dreamed about; and the first dream took place during the day on a fictional highway, and I was driving somewhere to meet up with my family.
At some point a police car in front of me blocked traffic for the lane that I was in, the police officer had whitish colored skin with short blondish colored hair with maybe a tan-colored uniform shirt with maybe dark-colored pants, and he started looking at the ground like he was looking for illegal drugs that someone might have thrown from their window as they were driving down the highway; and so I did not think much of it at first, but then he started walking toward my automobile and so I let down my window.
The police officer looked at me and said in a positive tone: “You’re good.” , and then he walked to the passenger window behind me and I heard him yell with a negative tone like he did not like the person and/or he knew the person in a negative way: “You! *Something, Something, Something* Drug Test.” ; and I did not know that anyone was in the backseat of my automobile until now, and I did not know who it was.
I was annoyed at this point thinking that the person in my backseat might have had illegal drugs on them, I turned around to see who was sitting behind me, and to my surprise it was my brother KD with his hair set in an afro since in real life he is waiting to get his hair braided again soon; and he was wearing a muscle shirt/a-shirt and/or a sports jersey and he was making his usual negative-neutral facial expression(s).
I wondered why in the world would the police officer stop traffic and decide to test my brother KD (the passenger) for illegal drugs, we were not breaking any laws, and my brother KD has never been involved with illegal drugs as far as I know; and so it seemed that the police officer did not like my brother, maybe he knew him somehow and/or racism had a part in it, and this annoyed me even more.
The police officer was nice to me, I guess my lighter skin color played a part in that maybe, and so I sat there waiting for the them to finish the drug test while people drove by us which was a bit embarrassing & annoying; I was confident that my brother KD would pass the drug test, and he did pass the drug test (clean, no illegal drugs) and so the police officer left/drove away disappointed (like he was hoping that KD would fail the drug test) & without apologizing to my brother KD as expected.
The rest of my family drove up behind me, they saw some of what happened, and I told them about the other parts that they missed; and my dad was complaining/talking about the situation, and then we drove to the place we were headed in the beginning which was an office-like building/rest-stop and/or tourist center.
At some point I remember having already bought a new automobile, oddly it was just a small yellow plastic thing with four wheels that barely had enough room for me to sit on, but somehow I did not find this strange in the dream; what bothered me was that I felt that the plastic was not strong enough to last & it was more expensive than I liked, and so I went inside the office-like building to get a refund since I think that it cost between $5,000 – $15,000.
A female worker who looked like one of the female detectives from the BBC TV show Sherlock was at the desk, she had light brownish colored skin with light brownish colored hair in a hairstyle that is somewhat like an afro but more frizzy/curly but I am not sure what it is called but it is a nice looking natural hairstyle, and I asked her if I could get a refund but it did not seem like I could get one; and so I went & told my mom about the situation & she convinced me to try again, and she went back to the office with me to ask for a refund.
My mom asked a lot of questions as usual and even got the female worker to admit that the price was too expensive, this was all done politely as usual, and eventually the female worker gave me my refund & I thanked her and my mom; and then the female worker told me that one of her friends used to like me back when we were in public school years ago, she asked me if I was still single & I said yes, and then she told me that she would tell her friend that & that her friend might try to contact me in the near future (she did not tell me who the friend was, but I was guessing that it was my former female classmate FS).
I said goodbye and walked off with my mom, my mom then told me that my uncle CE was having financial problems (which was no surprise because of his spending habits), and I predicted that it was because of his spending habits of buying stuff that he does not need/does not know how to use/rarely uses like electronic devices/barbecue pits/various tools/hunting & fishing supplies/weapons & ammunition/et cetera and from gambling; I did not feel sorry for him really but I did hope that he would learn from this and adjust his spending habits, but I woke up.
In my dream Switzerland was going to use this idea to do an experiment to see if arming some single women & some home owners with shotguns & training would increase or decrease violence, and in the dream there was an increase in deaths / accidents / possible suicides that did not seem to be related directly to the shotguns & training but started increasing after the shotguns & training oddly; and so we were investigating this to try to make sense of this.
Most of the deaths that I remember seemed to be men or mostly men dying from supposed accidents (I felt that some or most of them were suicides made to look like accidents) at a certain part/area of an obstacle course-like place that reminded me of a roller-coaster combined with an obstacle-course, this makes no sense to me, and my memory of the dream is too unclear to make sense of this; but I remember seeing two videos of two supposed accidents/deaths on this obstacle-course-like place, both in the same spot, where most of the deaths occurred.
These two deaths took place on the same day or at least in the same week, to me both men in the two separate videos seemed to be pretending that things were okay, but I felt that these were planned suicides made to look like accidents for various known & unknown reasons; and I felt that each of the men slowed down when they got to the area where most of the deaths occurred, like they were preparing to make the/an accident/to die/to kill themselves in a way that looked like an accident, and I felt that they knew this area well enough to avoid an accident but they wanted to have an accident since this area had a deep drop/slope/dip/whatever I think.
So if a person accidentally/purposely fell in this spot/area, they would be more likely to die or be seriously injured, but I woke up as we/I were still trying to analyze data/information/evidence to make sense of this & compare our hypotheses.
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