This possible dream was inspired by me watching some of the movie Vivarium before I went to sleep.
All that I can remember is that Imogen Poots was possibly in the dream, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.Continue reading
This dream possibly took place in an area that reminded me of the D Junior High School, it took place outside and maybe inside, and I was talking to several of my female coworkers like maybe J and KE and MA.
One of them was in a bad mood so we were trying to cheer her up, one of them was being positive, and the other was sharing advice.
This dream took place during the day during a disaster of some kind, I remember being in what looked like the yard of The E House, and me and a male French nobleman with light-color skin who looked like he was possibly from an older time period were trying to rescue people and get them to climb with us to the top of a structure in the yard that was hopefully high enough to avoid the disaster.
I can not remember what the disaster was, maybe flooding was part of it and maybe some kind of attack as well, but I can not remember.
This dream seemed or was movie like, it probably involved a movie being made and moments of real events, and it involved a movie and possibly real events of maybe The Queen Of England Elizabeth II or another queen.
It was about maybe the palace (maybe Buckingham Palace) that the new queen was going to move into, and she went to inspect the palace with some other people and the focus was on an upper floor in an area where you walked along a hallway that went through a small area with booth seating with windows on the right side and indoor windows on the left side with a view of the next hallway.
I assume that the film crew and the actors and actresses were filming some scenes and touring the set, and maybe I was there.
There were some flashbacks and / or video of possibly the real queen’s visit to this assumed palace, and the area we toured looked like some other countries et cetera had copied some of its style that had a nice royal simple but ornate wooden style to it.
This dream was possibly connected with the previous dream and it also involved a movie, and The Queen Of England in the movie called up a super secret agent for a mission who was played by Colin Firth who seemed to be playing a superpowered character similar to his character Harry Hart from the movie Kingsman: The Secret Service.
The movie jumped to a room with a glass wall and glass door at the front that was next to a sidewalk that was next to a street, and it was evening.
There were people in the room and a group of armed men led by a maybe bald man with light-color skin raided the room, and Mr. Firth’s character entered the room wearing some kind of strange leather headgear and he was smiling and he somehow quickly filled the room with water or something and he went around the room defeating the armed men having fun while moving very fast and possibly teleporting.
But some of the men shot the glass walls / windows which let the water out, and they all fell and then Mr. Firth adjusted his appearance slightly and pretended to be a hostage and I was there too.
His plan was to wait for an opening to take down the hostage-takers, and I was going to help.
But I woke up.
This morning when I woke up to think about my dreams so that I can voice record them.
Someone interrupted me, and they started talking to me.
So, during this time, I was not able to concentrate on remembering my dreams.
Now I can only barely remember part of my last dream from last night.
Either part of this dream or part of another now forgotten dream from last night involved a woman.
Several times today, I came close to remembering this woman, and what happened.
Especially during the time when someone was talking to me as I tried to remember my dreams from last night, but I still cannot remember the woman or what happened.
All that I can remember of the end of my last dream from last night is that it was partly inspired by me playing some of the video game DLC Fallout 4: Far Harbor last night before I went to sleep.Continue reading
Last night I finally got some more sleep, not enough sleep but more than the previous night, and I woke up behind schedule so I to get out of bed quickly to get ready for work which caused me to forget most of my dreams because I jumped out of bed too soon and too quickly; but fortunately I barely managed to remember part of one or two or three dreams which I will type as one dream.
All that I can remember of this dream or these dreams from last night is that one dream or one part of the dream involved maybe a male British/English musician with whitish-color skin who slightly reminded me of the musician George Michael.
Maybe the dream involved someone else and/or I maybe analyzing some music by that musician, and then maybe we went to meet him in person.
I think that I remember us knocking on the door to his house during the day maybe somewhere in The United Kingdom at a condominium along a sidewalk by a street, he answered the door, but that is all that I can remember of this dream or this part of the dream.
All that I can remember of this dream or this part of the dream is that some of my family and I were traveling like maybe we were on vacation, I remember us being in an unknown city/country staying at a hotel or motel, and we went around exploring this city/country.
The next thing that I remember is either part of this dream or this part of the dream or it is a third dream or a third part of this dream, but I am not sure which is correct.
There were at least two countries having some kind of disagreement, I could be wrong, but I think/assume that it was The United States Of America and/or another country and maybe Russia or another country; but my memory of this dream or this part of the dream is so messed up now that I am not sure.
In anger/whatever I think/assume that Russia/whoever sent part of its military into another country to briefly occupy it as a message to The United States/whoever, but I could be wrong.
Either way my family and probably some other people ended up getting taken hostage by the Russian/whoever military who were probably occupying a small part of a city, maybe this was the city/country that my family and I were vacationing in, but I am not sure.
I decided to try to rescue my family and some of the others, maybe a Russian/whoever soldier and/or someone else or maybe no one else helped me, and I remember sneaking into the part of the city where my family and the other hostages were.
It was probably a gray dark cloudy day, which made it easier to stay hidden, and maybe it was also easier to sneak around because maybe I had help from a soldier/whoever who knew this area and who knew how the security was set up but I am not sure.
There were Russian/whoever soldiers guarding various areas and patrolling, this area had a lot of small buildings, and so that made it even easier to sneak around and hide.
I slowly sneaked around without weapons or armor, which was very dangerous, and eventually I reached the area where my family and some of the hostages were.
I went inside the building or buildings that they were being held in, the building or buildings were very small one-story buildings, and only the hostages were inside so I was able to talk with them and start planning our escape before we left.
My family and the others were alive and well as far as I can remember, I found all of my family and the people I knew I think, but I did not find all the other hostages of people who live in this city.
I remember having nothing against the Russian/whoever soldiers, to me they were not my enemies and they were just following orders and I had hope that this situation would end soon and that we could be on friendly terms, and I blamed the people in their government and in the other country (maybe The United States) or countries government(s) who started this mess and who were continuing to escalate this situation putting other people’s lives at risk and forcing their soldiers to do things like this.
I did not feel that most of the soldiers from either country wanted to do this, I assumed that most were just following orders, and were being used as pawns by politicians/et cetera.
As we were sneaking outside to leave and/or find the other hostages and leave, I woke up, unfortunately.
I got wounded in my dream last night, wounded in my own dream, embarrassing, it has been a while and it felt somewhat real and I was bleeding, where is dream security when you need it (them), and I did not even get to finish this dream to stop the threat or to see what happened; maybe in the future I will get to finish this dream and redeem myself and save the children, and eliminate this threat permanently. 👺
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, during one part of the dream I left the yard of The E House, and then I returned to the yard later in the dream to find that in that short amount of time that I was gone my male cousin DE had built a basketball goal (hoop) in the trees using tree branches and rope.
The basketball goal was over the area near the tree by the boat port (garage), on the left and right sides there were three main branches forming the shape, the basketball goal was back and tilted at an angle, and the rope was tied in a way to help hold it in place from the front as an extra precaution.
I was amazed and I complimented my cousin DE on his work and I talked about the various amazing details of it, my cousin DE seemed stable and younger like his old self, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The last part of the dream took place during the day and I remember being outside a fictional area near some parking lots and a small shopping center-like area, there was a man with white skin with long somewhat yellow and maybe gray and/or white hair who seemed to be somewhat inspired by the character Charles Lee Ray from the Child’s Play films who was going around with a knife and a handgun kidnapping children and holding them hostage and doing terrible things to them (probably torture, maybe rape, and then maybe killing them but I never learned what he would do to them exactly except that I knew that it was not good), and I saw him kidnapping a girl with maybe white or light skin and a male police officer with white skin with short hair and I chased after him.
I was further away so the police officer reached the man first, the man probably killed the police officer and smiled and laughed and he took his black pistol so now he had two handguns and a knife and the girl, and so I continued chasing after him through the parking lots.
A thin man with white skin wearing maybe a cowboy hat and jeans who had a handgun holstered to his side saw the man running with the girl who was screaming for help, and so he started chasing after the man as well.
He was further away so I was alone when I reached the building that the man and the girl went into, it was on the second floor over the small stores in a small shopping mall with office-like buildings on the second floor, and I yelled to the other man to be careful because the man was dangerous armed with two handguns and a knife and he had children as hostages and he had probably killed a police officer and probably some of the children already.
I entered the dimly lit office-like building alone, I heard the girl in the distance but there were various turns and corners and small areas, and maybe I heard some other children so I moved quickly trying to reach them before it was too late which left me open to a surprise attack.
The man probably jumped from around a dark corner to kill me with the stolen black police pistol in one hand and his knife in the other hand while his handgun was in his pocket, he probably was smiling and he probably talked as he attacked me saying various terrible things and he seemed like a dangerous pedophile who liked to torture his kidnapped victims before killing them, and I grabbed his arm stopping him from shooting the pistol and I grabbed his other arm stopping him from using the knife and I jumped on his back trying to stop him from using his weapons and trying to disarm him and then choke him unconscious.
He was stronger than I expected and I seemed weaker than normal and so he was able to continue standing with me on his back grappling him, he was able to keep holding his weapons but he could not use them, and at some point I knocked the stolen pistol from his hand so I went for a chokehold but this allowed him to stab me in my hand with his knife stopping my chokehold attempt but I kept holding him anyway even though he was able to either grab his other handgun or he picked up the stolen pistol.
He was smiling and laughing and taunting me, I could feel the pain and I was bleeding, and he was going to push the knife further through my hand to torture me and to try to make me let him go; but I told him that I was not going to let go even if he pushed the knife all the way through my hand so I told him to go ahead and do it because I did not care, I was determined to at least hold him until the other man could enter the building to help me stop him, or that I would keep fighting until I died.
He saw that I was serious and that pushing the knife further to cause me more pain would not stop me so he just held the knife in my hand instead of pushing it further, I refused to let him go and I kept holding him to prevent him from using his weapons on anyone because I was not going to let him hurt those kids or anyone else, and I continued trying to disarm him so that I could finish him with a submission hold or use one of the weapons against him or knock him unconscious.
I was in pain and bleeding and I was not sure how much longer I could hold him before he got free but I was not going to give up, I wondered what was taking the other man so long to enter the building, but I probably woke up as the other man was finally entering the building so I probably yelled to let him know where I was and what was happening and where I heard the girl and maybe the other children.