It's been a while since I shared one of my dreams. Last night's dream wasn't very long or weird, but the remarkable part is that I woke up in the middle, and had another dream after that, which I also remember.
I was walking down a street in the city of Brussels, Belgium with a couple of people. I remember one of them being my best friend Daniel, and another being my friend Fresia. Who the other people were is unclear to me, but one of them was called Rens. We were on our way to meet some other people to discuss something, but what we were going to discuss is unclear to me.
When we arrived at the bus-stop that we were supposed to meet them, we saw their bicycles standing against a small L-shaped fence with a huge conifer standing on the inside of the bend. The fence was in front of a few houses with a small alley leading between the houses. My friend Fresia said that the people we were supposed to meet were probably in the alley. It seemed like a logical assumption, and so we walked into the alley.
At the end of the alley we found our friends peeking through and over a gate. When we got closer, we saw that they were looking at a decaying building. It was obvious that we were meeting them for urban exploration. As we approached the building I noticed that there was a faint light burning in one of the rooms. We opened the door and found a couple of people cooking some food on a small gas stove. I asked one of them if the building was squatted. He told us that only this part of the building was squatted. I asked him if it was ok for us to explore the rest of the building; he said it was no problem and told us that there was an entrance around the corner.
Back outside we walked around the corner and saw that there was a road behind the building and a small river with a bridge across it. The entrance turned out to be a small window just under the roof. I volunteered to climb through the window first, and made my way up there. I figured that the best way was to stick one leg in first, then my head and torso, followed by the other leg. As my first leg touched down on the windowsill on the inside, I heard a lot of scuffling and squeaking. By the time my head was inside, I could see a lot of glowing eyes in the dark.
I turned on my headlamp and saw that I had arrived in a small kitchen area, and there were at least 50 to 100 kittens all over the floor, gazing back at me. Carefully I climbed inside, and made my way over to the kitchen sink via the windowsill. It was then that I saw a dozen adult cats on a small table in the middle of the room growling and hissing at me. I asked Rens to hand me my small point and shoot camera, so that I could make a snapshot of all the kittens to show to my mother. Rens handed me my camera, and I took it out of its carrying pouch. In the meantime, Daniel was climbing inside as well.
By the time Daniel had one leg and his head inside, I noticed that one of the adult cats had jumped on my arm that was holding the camera. The cat was hanging on to my arm with its claws in my flesh. With my other hand I quickly grabbed the cat by its neck and managed to pry it loose of my arm. I flung the cat across the kitchen and suddenly heard a muffled grunt coming from the window. I turned to look and saw Daniel, still halfway through the window, with a big cat hanging onto his face with its claws around Daniel's head.
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I found myself in an office building sitting at a round table with some world leaders, discussing something. I remember that Barack Obama was sitting across the room from me and flashed a hostile glance at me, as if I had just said something that he really didn't agree with. A few seconds later the president of the meeting called for a small break. As we were leaving the room, Joseph Stalin tapped me on my shoulder and asked if I would honor him and Mao Zedong by joining them for a cup of coffee.
We sat down in a quiet corner and drank our coffee. Mao Zedong said that both the Soviet Union and the People's Republic of China had the highest respect for the Ajiran Empire, and that a trade agreement would be mutually beneficial for us all. Joseph Stalin nodded as he was sipping down his coffee. I told them that it was something worth consideration, and that I would think about it. I asked them to excuse me, as I had to visit the ladies room before the meeting continued.
After I stepped into the ladies room, I suddenly found myself outside a decaying house with Daniel at my side, and some guy shooting small pellets at us with an airsoft rifle. I managed to grab a stick and knock the airsoft rifle out of the guy's hand. I quickly grabbed the airsoft rifle and emptied the entire cartridge on the guy, who ran off around the corner. Daniel and I stood up and followed the guy.
Around the corner was a large trash container with a guy standing bending over it, while standing on small kitchen stairs. Another guy saw Daniel and Me and immediately crawled on his hands and feet next to the container. Daniel and I climbed on top of the guy's back and bent over the container to talk to the other guy. The guy shoved two weapons catalogs over and said "have a look at that". Daniel and I flipped through the catalogs as the guy was explaining what kind of firearms he liked.
After a while he told us that the people with the airsoft rifles were at war with some guys that were inside the house, and that the people inside the house had real guns. I climbed off the other guy's back and crawled up to one of the open windows of the house. One of the men inside noticed me and aimed an automatic rifle at me. With lightening fast reflexes I tugged the rifle out of his hands, flipped it over and gave both him and the guy next to him a headshot. Before the guy next to him fell to the ground, I also grasped his weapon from his hands.
I turned around and suddenly found myself standing in some sort of armory with the two rifles in my hands. My outfit had changed into a tight bodysuit that reminds me most of the nanosuit from the videogame Crysis. Daniel was standing next to me, browsing through a large selection of futuristic firearms that were hanging on the wall. He said "Forget those two peashooters, get a load of this!" , and grabbed a huge assault rifle from the wall. He yelled "Oh yeah!" and ran out of the armory. I grabbed a similar rifle off the wall and followed him outside.
Outside the armory I found myself standing on the street in some futuristic high-tech city. A split second later I heard several bullets impacting on the wall next to me. I turned to my left and saw a huge robot tank driving towards me at high speed, while unloading two enormous gatling guns in my general direction. I started running towards some sort of bridge, as another flying robot caught up with me and managed to grab me by the arm.
With my other arm I managed to grab a portable gun from my belt and unloaded it on the robot's arm, which didn't seem to have any impact whatsoever. I grabbed the large assault rifle from my back, aimed it at the robot's arm and pulled the trigger. To my big surprise, the rifle sent a huge stream of electric sparks towards the robot's arm. Daniel yelled towards me that it was a tesla canon, and that it would fry the robot's circuits. After a few seconds, the robot crashed down on the floor and released my arm.
As I ran back across the bridge, I saw that Daniel and some other men had captured another crab-like robot. We disassembled the robot, keeping only it's head and destroyed the rest of the robot's body. Back at our headquarters we laid down a line of photos of young women in front of the robot's head and powered the head back up. As the robot was "alive" again, one of the men told the robot that it had to pick two women from the photo's and then tell us who sent the robot army. After the robot had selected two girls from the photos, I too picked up a photo and handed it to one of the men before retiring to my quarters.
A few minutes later, after I had showered and was laying comfortably on a large pile of pillows, a young, attractive woman entered my quarters and stood still at the doorway. "Make me some tea and kneel at my side, girl", I said to her. "What do you mean?" , snapped the girl back at me, "I'm not a slave; make your own tea!" . Calmly but with a stern tone I replied to the girl "You are mistaken, girl. You are mine, whether you like it or not. Now serve me some tea and kneel by my side before I have you severely beaten." The girl, clearly shocked, softly sobbed "Y..Yes, Mistress", and quickly made her way into my little kitchen.