" ... I don't know who you are, or if you even really exist; but I want you to know that I miss you and will always love you. "
I had a dream last night that has left me a bit shaken up. I've had many weird dreams in the past, but I never had a dream where I lost a friend or a lover.
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I was doing some urban exploration of an old, abandoned factory somewhere in The Netherlands. When I opened a random door, I suddenly found myself in some kind of large store that sold furniture, kitchens, bathrooms, etc... Since the store was closed, and it was night-time; there was nobody around. I decided to sneak around a bit, in the hope that they might have a restaurant in the store where I could steal some snacks.
As I was ransacking the fridge in the restaurant, I heard some sounds coming from the store. I snuck back into the store, to see who or what was making that sound; and escape back to the abandoned factory if needed. When I was sneaking through the bathroom section of the store, I heard a sound again; but the sound seemed to come towards me somehow. I decided to hide in an empty bathtub and cover my black clothes with some white towels. When the sound passed me by I peeked over the edge of the bathtub and, to my surprise saw the back of a blonde girl in a tight black outfit that was hiding behind a small closet.
on the other side of the store, I could see a couple of flashlights coming our way; obviously some security guards that were patrolling. It was obvious to me that the girl would be spotted any moment, and that she was unaware of that situation. Swiftly and silently I snuck up on the girl, put my hand over her mouth, pulled her back into the bathtub and covered us both up with towels again. The girl was trying to release herself, but when I pointed into the direction of the guards and let her peek over the edge, she cooled down quite fast and lay still.
When the guards were gone again, I let her go and she thanked me. She said her name was Sandra, and she had a very distinct Polish accent. When I asked her what she was doing here, she said "Well the same as you, apparently". When I told her I wasn't a burglar, she laughed and asked me why I had a bag full of cola cans and candy bars. Shamefully I had to admit that I had stolen them from the restaurant, and she laughed even harder. After a bit of talking and flirting, we moved towards another section of the store, to keep clear of the guards that seemed to patrol the same route every hour or so.
Our new "hideout" was a large sauna cabin that had only a small window with frosted glass. We had a long conversation about random stuff and eventually decide that since we were in the sauna cabin anyway, we might just as well strip naked and turn the steam on. It didn't take long before we were laying on the floor of the sauna cabin making love. When were done with the lovemaking, we heard even more sounds outside of the cabin. A quick and careful peek outside told us that the lights were turned on and staff members were walking around making sure that everything was ready for opening the store. We decided to wait till there were customers in the store, and mingle with the customers to sneak out.
Over the next few weeks our relationship evolved, and we made love quite often. One day, Sandra seemed very down and I asked her what was up. She told me that she wasn't feeling too well, and had visited the doctor. The doctor did some blood tests and told her she was diagnosed with leukemia and would have 2 to 3 months to live at most without immediate treatment. The next day I brought her to the hospital. At the hospital some nurses took blood and urine samples from Sandra for examination, apparently to determine how to treat the disease. I told Sandra that I had to visit a friend and blow off some steam, but that I would be back the next day.
When I visited my friend Daniel, he was playing some kind of game that involved being chased by alligators and it looked like quite a bit of fun. After playing the game a bit, I received a phone call from the hospital. The nurse said that the first blood tests that the doctor did were wrong, and that Sandra didn't have 2 to 3 months to live, but 4 to 5 days at most. I immediately rushed back to the hospital, only to find Sandra's room full of strangers. They all gave me a weird look and it became clear to me that they were Sandra's family, whom I hadn't met yet.
When I finally made my way to Sandra's bedside, she looked at me and whispered that she had been waiting for me to get back. We held hands and looked each other in the eyes for a short while, and Sandra nodded at me. With tears in my eyes I nodded back at her and understood that the time had arrived. With great effort Sandra managed to whisper "I love you", but even before i managed to whisper " I love you too" back at her, her grip on my hand loosened and she was gone.
I didn't see her online for a few days, till she came online and told me that she was hospitalized because the blood test told her that she had leukemia. Over the next few months she came online sparingly and told about her time in the hospital. Then one day received a private message from her character, but not from herself. The private message was sent by a friend of the girl who informed me that the girl had passed away; and had requested this friend to let me know.
It was just very awkward and heartbreaking at the same time. Kind of like this dream, come to think of it...
Another day, another weird dream...
I was driving on the highway in my car, A Land Rover Defender 110, when my phone rang. I picked up the phone and set it to speaker, so I could keep my hands on the steering wheel. The phone call was from a call center. The man on the other side of the phone started talking about how I would benefit from the product that he was selling; though it is unclear to me what product he was trying to sell me. I respectfully declined the offer and hung up the phone.
About a second later a voice sighed "pfff, I fucking hate telemarketers...". I was shocked, for I assumed I was alone in the car. I did not turn around to see, but instead yelled "Who else is in the car ? Show yourself!". "Nobody", the voice replied, "I -am- the car.". To my surprise the car suddenly drove to the side of the road and stopped. "What the...", I muttered softly. "I'm sorry if I scared you", the voice said, and started to explain who and what it was.
For about an hour we stood there on the side of the highway, my car and me, having our first conversation, when a police car pulled up behind us. "Let me handle this", I said to my car. "Of course... that would sound logical", the car replied, "Imagine the look on the police officer's face if -I- had to explain the situation.". Just as the police officer opened the door to my car on the passenger side, I giggled at the remark that my car just made. "Excuse me Ma'am, but what are you doing here?", the police officer asked. I looked at him and saw that the police officer had a big, bushy mustache and a comb-over haircut.
Bursting into laughter, I could see the police officer getting agitated. "o...k... let's see some license and registration", the police officer grunted. Suddenly my car said "I don't think so", and drove off. The police car followed us, but had to withdraw when my car dashed through a shrubbery and drove across a big field of corn. Over the course of several weeks, My car and I had long philosophical conversations about all kinds of topics, and a bond began to form between us.
On a sunny Thursday, I found myself in an apartment building with 2 young men, discussing some form of employment; Apparently I was applying for a job as their housekeeper. They showed me around their filthy apartment, which clearly was a student home of some sort. In the bathroom there was a dirty old baseball cap laying on the floor. "That", one of the students said, "Is our masturbation hat.". "Your what?", I asked. The other student started to explain: "Yes, every Monday we all gather in the living room and masturbate. We all ejaculate in the hat, and whoever finishes last has to wear the hat for at least an hour."
"Right...", I said as I walked to another door, "And what's in here?". The two students jumped into action and blocked the door "This door is nothing to worry about", they said with a pale face. "Just what the hell is going on here?", I demanded, and pushed them aside. As I swung open the door, I saw a man laying on the floor, bound and gagged. I removed the ropes and gag, and helped the man to his feet.
The two students burst into the room. One of them shouted "Now look what you've done... we have to kill you now!". With lightning speed, I managed to pull a gun out of my purse and shot one of the students in his left knee. The student fell to the ground, cursing and moaning; while the other student stood with his back against the wall and his hands in the air. "Fuck this shit", I said, "I'm out of here!". The previously bound and gagged man said, "And I'm coming with you, if that's ok with you Ma'am...". "Uh...sure", replied.
We left the apartment, and jumped into my car. While we were driving off, I asked the man what was going on. "Well", he said calmly, "my name is Flanagan.". I stopped the car and looked at the man. His long red hair and scruffy beard did look familiar to me. "I tried to overthrow the government.", he said. "Ah..", I replied, "I thought I knew you from somewhere. But how the hell did you get in that student apartment?". Flanagan explained how he tried to enlist the aid of the students in an attempt to leave the country. The students had kept him for ransom, and said they would turn him over to the police if he refused to pay.
I told him that I would help him out of the country, on the sole condition that he would never tell anyone that I was applying for a job as housekeeper. He laughed and agreed, and we drove off into the woods. As we entered the woods via a narrow trail, a big fallen tree blocked our way. On both sides of the road were small ponds, so driving around the tree was no option. As Flanagan walked into the bushes to take a piss, my car told me that if I constructed a ramp from some saplings, it could try and pass over the fallen tree.
I grabbed a machete from the back of my car and started making a ramp across the fallen tree. Just as Flanagan and I had finished the second ramp, we saw a police van driving towards us from the road in the woods on the other side of the fallen tree. To our amazement, the police van took a side-road and drove off into the woods once more. Flanagan looked at me and shrugged: "Either he didn't see us.. or...". ".. or he was looking for something else", I interrupted while pointing to two helicopters that were circling over the woods ahead of us.
My car made its way across the ramp and was now on the other side of the fallen tree. "How did you do that?!", Flanagan asked. I told him that I had a remote control for the car, and he seemed to accept the explanation. We drove off further into the woods, dodging police cars and helicopters along the way. A few hours later, Flanagan suddenly asked me to stop the car. As I stopped, he jumped out of the car and yelled "Look at that!", while pointing to the woods beside the road. I also jumped out of the car and followed Flanagan to a clearing in the woods that was emitting a strange green glow.
In the clearing, stuck halfway into the ground was a large flat, triangular spaceship of some sort. We heard screams coming from the space ship and rushed towards it to help. A small explosion on the far end of the ship suddenly stopped the screams. Flanagan and looked at each other and rushed towards the vessel in search of survivors. Strapped to his pilot chair, badly wounded, we found a man with a pale blue skin. He looked as if he was about to die, and looked me strait in the eyes. His left hand pointed at some kind of cocoon or escape pod along the wall of the ship. Softly he moaned "Atara rau ritae", and pressed some buttons on the dashboard.
There was a loud beep, followed by a series of short beeps. The pattern repeated itself twice. The man in the pilot chair looked at me again and repeated the strange words as he pointed towards the capsule once more. As I crawled towards the capsule, I saw a girl inside. "Help me get her out, Flanagan!", I shouted. As we took the unconscious girl out of the capsule, the man in the chair nodded towards us and closed his eyes, awaiting death. The beeping pattern seemed to increase speed, and it was clear to Flanagan and myself that it was a countdown of some sort.
A few seconds after we exited the spaceship, and made our way to safety, a huge green flash filled the woods and sky. The strange alien vessel was gone, leaving behind a large pile of ashes, some burning trees and a pale blue, unconscious girl in my arms. Flanagan and I agreed that it was probably not a good idea to hang around much longer, and made our way to my car. With the girl on the backseat we made our way further into the woods.
Once out of the country, I dropped Flanagan off at a hotel and gave him some money. As we were saying our goodbyes, the girl regained consciousness somewhat and looked at us. "Well, it looks like you've got your hands full for the next few days.", Flanagan said to me, "I will not forget what you've done for me, you've made a friend for life, Ajira". The girl gasped and looked at me with fright in her eyes. She softly moaned "a...ji...ra...", before passing out once more. Flanagan looked at me. I shrugged. We shook hands, gave each other a hug and parted ways.
Back home, I placed the girl in my bed and left for groceries. On the way to the store, I had a conversation with my car about the events that had transpired. My car said that it felt dirty from the long drive through the woods, and asked if it was possible to stop by a carwash. As we passed through the carwash, my car started to hum and sing contently; this pleased me. My car told me that it felt so much better now that it no longer had to hide its presence for me. I patted my car on the hood and told it that I was happy about that as well.
As I got back home several hours later, the girl had awakened and was sitting on the sofa watching television. The moment she saw me, she jumped off the sofa and dropped to her knees and whimpered something that gave me the impression that she was terrified of me. I calmed her down as best as I could and gave her some food. She pointed at herself and said "Xaiva". I pointed at myself and said "Ajira". Immediately the girl dropped on her knees again. I helped her back up and smiled at her. Clearly still terrified of me, she did her best to smile back at me, but did not dare to look strait at me. I noticed that aside from her pale blue skin, she had the most beautiful yellow eyes.
Over the next few days, the ritual repeated itself several times. As soon as I entered the room, the girl would drop to her knees and as soon as I left again she would sit back down on the sofa and continue to watch television. We did not speak for several days, until one day I asked "what is it with you and the kneeling?". The girl looked at the ground and softly muttered "But you are Ajira...". I was shocked that the girl apparently spoke English. "Yes", I replied, "And you are Xaiva, am I right?". The girl nodded and continued to explain: "I learned your language from the television".
"let's talk", I said to the girl. The girl was shocked, and softly asked "but it is forbidden...". "In my house it is not forbidden to talk", I said and helped the girl to her feet. We sat down on the sofa, and the girl tried her best to explain the situation. She and the two others, another female and a male, were from another galaxy and had fled to safety because her planet was at war. I asked her what "Atara rau ritae" meant. She looked at me and said "Protect the most precious". She asked me where I heard those words, and I told her that the man in the pilot seat said it. She sighed and told me that she was of royal blood and the man in the chair was her bodyguard.
"So, why are you so scared of me?", I asked her. The girl once more dropped to her knees and said "You are Ajira". I asked her what was so special about that. Reluctantly she said that "Ajira" was the name of a goddess in her native culture. "I see", I said as I sipped on my tea. Over the course of several days we got to know each other a little better, and Xaiva seemed to relax a bit more. I enjoyed her company, and had the impression that she felt comfortable and safe around me.
One day I asked her what we would do about her situation. She looked at me and said that if it as possible, she would like to stay with me. "Very well", I said and smiled at her, and was happy to see her smile back at me. That night we sat on the sofa next to each other without words. Suddenly she rubbed my leg softly and looked at me. I looked back at her and we sat there looking each other deep in the eyes for several minutes. I noticed that her cheeks had turned from a pale blue to a pale purple shade. I gave her a kiss and carried her to my bed. For hours we made passionate love, until we finally fell asleep.
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.
When dreams contain uncomfortable, dangerous or scary situations; they are generally referred to a nightmares. Nightmares are a common thing, and can be caused by many things. Bad experiences, stress, illness and even things like sleeping position and eating habits are known inducers of nightmares. Many things about the short but violent dream I had last night, would label it as a nightmare; yet I disagree.
It all started out with me standing on the deck of some boat, I was enjoying the wind and sea in the "Titanic" way. Suddenly out of nowhere a raging zombie started to run towards me. When the zombie nearly reached me I bent forward, grabbed the zombie's legs and flipped it over the railing.
After watching the zombie disappear under the ship's bow, I walked back inside. Walking through the ship I noticed that all the corridors were empty. Since it was a cruise ship this struck me as odd. As I walked through one of the corridors, suddenly some doors behind me swung open and a horde of screaming zombies came rushing out towards me. I started running into the opposite direction and bumped into a chubby fellow who later introduced himself as Ron and looked a bit like Mark "Barney" greenway.
After running through several corridors with a load of zombies behind us, Ron and I suddenly found ourselves in an atrium or indoor botanical garden. In the opposite corner of the atrium was a table with guns on it. As we approached the table, we suddenly noticed a pale, black-haired girl knelt next to the table, softly sobbing about something. I asked the girl what was wrong, and she suddenly turned towards us hissing and growling. As I looked into her pitch black, empty eyes, I realized that addressing the girl was an obvious mistake. It is obvious now that the girl was a witch from the popular first-person shooter game Left 4 Dead.
The witch was still growling and hissing at us when the zombies flooded in from the other side of the atrium. Ron snapped his fingers at the witch and said "Shut the fuck up bitch, and hand me that riffle!". The witch was startled, but handed us some rifles. For what seemed to last an eternity, Ron and I shot the endless stream of zombies that came rushing in; while the witch kept handing us new ammunition cartridges and refilling the empty ones. After the stream of zombies stopped, suddenly a single female zombie came running in and shouted "Ron, wait it's me!".
Ron said that it was an old friend of his, and that it looked as if she was only half a zombie. The girl warned us that another steam of zombies was following her, and that we needed to prepare for it. Moments later another seemingly endless stream of zombies came rushing in. Ron and I kept shooting them, as the witch and the half-zombie girl kept handing us ammunition. After the last zombie had died, the girl handed me another cartridge said that this was the one. Ron told me that he would stay behind and fight off the next round of zombies so that I could escape.
As I stepped through the door next to the table, I suddenly found myself standing in a wardrobe section. I turned around and watched the witch for a few seconds, before I decided to do a headshot on her from behind. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, a zombie wearing a blue bass guitar walked into the atrium from the other side. He saw me and shouted something into the corridor behind him. The very second I did the headshot on the witch; I could hear another horde of zombies pouring into the atrium. I turned around and started running down the wardrobe corridor. Behind me I heard Ron shouting "Fuck this shit!" followed by two gunshots. A few seconds later, Ron caught up with me and said that the zombie girl didn't mention that the ammunition supply was depleted.
Exiting the wardrobe we found ourselves standing in a large hallway, looking at a sign with a big arrow pointing to the left that said "exit". We cheered and turned to our left, only to see a huge hallway crammed to its limits with what looked like zombies. I looked at Ron, shrugged, and told him that there was only one way out. We fought our way through the hallway with zombies; Rob using his gun as a club and me doing selective headshots. Some of the zombies shouted "What the fuck, dude?!", but Ron and I didn't pay attention to it. All we wanted was to get to the exit as fast as possible.
When I finally reached the doors and exited the building, I was confronted with a huge police force that held me at gunpoint. One of the police officers shouted at me to throw down my gun and get on the floor. I shouted back at him that the place was crammed with zombies, and that he had to run for his life. The police officers looked at each other and started to laugh. Suddenly Ron busted through the door, and started to run towards my car; a black Land Rover Defender.
I threw my gun to the floor and also ran towards my car. Instead of getting behind the wheel, I opened the back door and pulled a case from the back. In the case I found a Bazalt RPG-7, which I aimed at building. After shooting the warhead through the front door, the entire building complex and all the police cars in front of it exploded with great violence. A few seconds later Ron pulled a flyer from under my windshield wiper and read out loud: "Horror Costume Festival". A few seconds later I woke up.
Lucid Dreaming is the ability to be aware and even manipulate your dreams. A small part of Lucid Dreaming is that you can remember your dreams. While I can recall my dreams, it makes me wonder how much I was aware of last night's dream, because it was one of those dreams that don't really make any sense:
- 1. The Tunnel.
It was somewhere in the (near) future, and I was fighting my way through a very long highway tunnel that was crammed with blown up vehicles and soldiers. The soldiers were undoubtedly part of some totalitarian regime, as we may expect them in the (near) future, and they looked a bit like the Combine from the game Half-Life.
Fighting alongside me was a big muscular man called Gundar. He fought brave and valiantly, and managed to kill a lot of soldiers with his weapon of choice. I can't remember the exact details of his weaponry, but my weapon of choice was pretty clear. My all-time favorite rifle is, of course, the Heckler & Koch G36K, and it is pretty safe to assume that I was using just that.
After a fight that seemed to last forever, Gundar and I emerged from the tunnel in some kind of SUV, which reminds me a little about the new BMW X6, but it was less graceful. After a short drive over some kind of bridge, an army helicopter with a huge turret mounted on its nose started shooting at us. It had a yellow laser beam that was used for aiming and locking on to targets, and a big pulse-canon that shot bright photon bombs that were causing the actual damage.
It fired some pink stuff at our vehicle, and after an explosion we landed upside-down on some rocks in the water next to the bridge. The yellow laser was scanning for us, but I soon found out that the laser couldn't locate or lock on to us if we were under water. We grabbed some snorkels and began to swim back to the cliffs where the tunnel was. Gundar noted that there was a smaller, partially submerged tunnel next to the highway tunnel. We swam into the tunnel for about a mile, when I noticed some stairs on the side.
- 2. The slave-girl.
As I was walking up the stairs, I suddenly noticed that my hair had gone black, and I was wearing nothing but a black silken Babydoll. Around my throat was wrapped a band of steel of about an inch in thickness. It didn't take me long to realize that I had suddenly become a Kajira, a Gorean slave girl.
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Anyway, on the top of the stairs there was a kitchen area where many other slaves were preparing meals for some festivity. I was assigned to making desert for the event, as it was said that I had a talent for making the best pudding known to man. After a while, we heard that our Master had arrived, and demanded to taste the food before the event would start. In the courtyard, I presented a big bowl of pudding to my Master and two of his friends. I never saw his face, but he called me Hilda.
- 3. The Master
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I opened my eyes and saw my new slave Hilda gracefully walking back to the house with a big bowl of pudding over her head. The House partially consisted of tunnels in the cliff behind the house. Shortly after all the slaves had left the courtyard, my guests arrived and (apparently) we had a good party. I can't remember anything of the party itself, except how the party ended. My guests and I were sitting on the rocks near the water. On a rock about 3m into the water, a slave girl was dancing for our entertainment. I remember saying "The night is young, and there are plenty of women; so go get some", after which many of my guests took a slave girl up to the house.
I took a woman by the hand and started to walk towards the house. Suddenly the woman slapped me in the face, made some rude comments about not being a whore and ran towards the house. Enraged and insulted I followed her, bent on raping her and beating some sense into the girl. When I found her in another courtyard, with an old shed in the middle, she was wielding two daggers and said she would rather die than become a slave.
I drew my sword and told her that she should be careful to what she wished for. I told her she was already a slave, and that she had killed her former master, but still wore his collar. The collar was not visible due to some scarves that were wrapped around her neck and shoulders. With the butt of my sword I smashed against a couple of bricks of the shed, which turned out to be hollow. "Where did you hide the key?", I asked her as I was smashing more and more hollow bricks with the butt of my sword. After a while Gundar entered the courtyard and helped me smash hollow bricks so we could find the key to her collar.
After we had finally found the key, I suddenly woke up.
Most people would say that dreams are completely random, yet the famous English neurologist Hughlings Jackson stated that dreams are a side-effect of some sort of maintenance program for your brain. He stated that during the day we gather all kinds of data, and during our sleep the brain processes this data and discards all the data which it does not deem important enough to remember.
Thinking back about the dream I had last night, It makes me rather curious about what kind of memory fragment my brain was trying to process. Please allow me to recap last night's dream:
My earliest memory was that I was attending some kind of meeting with a group of friends. It could have been a company party, but it could also have been a RL meeting with a gaming clan. On the meeting there was some kind of contest, and apparently I had been eliminated in round one. Another attendee of the meeting had also been eliminated from the contest, and we were standing at the side of the event waiting for the contest to end.
The other person was a Japanese guy in the range of 45 55 of age. He looked like an average older Japanese guy, with the flawless hairdo and a big pair of glasses on his nose. His name was Hitori Miyagi (of course... it had to be Mr. Miyagi...), and he was a friendly guy. He said it was kind of warm inside, and suggested that we would wait outside where it was cooler. As we stepped outside, I noticed that we were in Brussels, Belgium. I have absolutely no idea why I said that, as none of the street images made any sense to me; but Brussels it was.
As we were standing outside, enjoying the weather, Mr. Miyagi noticed a tiny ice-cream shop across the street and offered to buy ice-cream for us both to make the waiting a bit more pleasant. When we arrived at the opposite side of the street, the tiny ice-cream shop had suddenly become a sort of ice-cream fast-food restaurant with a buffet. Mr. Miyagi and I got in line and I ordered some sort of pancake that was rolled up with ice-cream inside and some fruit salad with whipped cream on the side. Mr. Miyagi's order was finished way before mine, and so he continued down the buffet as I was waiting.
While waiting I had a friendly conversation with some hooligans that were wrecking part of the restaurant. I don't remember which soccer team they were supporting; all I know is that their shirts were red and white. After my order had been completed, one of the hooligans commented at the size of the pancake and slapped my butt. I giggled and continued down the buffet. Further down the buffet was the drinks section. I ordered a 0.25 liter bottle of cola, but the lady behind the counter gave me a 1 liter bottle with a little bit of cola in it instead.
The buffet continued and ended up at the entrance of some city park. The person behind the counter told me that the cashier was at the other side of the park. I walked through the park, which was filled with pine trees, and arrived at a small booth where the cashier was located. He told me that Mr. Miyagi had already paid for my order and was waiting for me at the patio. He told me that Mr. Miyagi had reserved a table under the name "PA". He handed me a tablet-PC with some index program in which I could look up table names. It looked like some "looking for group" interface as can be found in many MMORPG's.
As I was walking back through the city park with the pine trees with my ordering tray in my hands, some small Volkswagen van passed me by and came to a halt about 200 meters behind me. The sliding door in the rear opened and a very large brown dog jumped out, and came dashing at me. It was most likely some pit-bull, but it must have been the size of a small horse. "Aww crap" was the first tangible expression that came out of my mouth, and I turned towards the dog, hoping that I could thrust the ordering tray between myself and its massive jaws.
As the dog approached me, it jumped up and over my left shoulder, before disappearing into the bushes. Immediately following that, another dog (a white, smaller one) appeared out of the bushes on the other side of the road and followed the brown dog into the bushes. And that is when I suddenly woke up.
Dreams... we have many of them each night but most of them happen without us being aware of them. Recently I've been having dreams that I can remember in full, vivid detail. Most of these dreams are related to things that don't make any sense to me. I've decided that from now on I will write down any dream that I can remember, so I can read them back at a later point and see if I can make any sense of them. Let me tell you about the dream that I had last night:
The first thing that I remember about this particular dream is that I was driving in my car with my female partner. I don't know if she was my wife or my girlfriend, but I do know that she was my mating partner. Her name was Nevelle; she was blonde and had a long ponytail and was a bit chubby (not fat, just chubby). She was a tough but tender girl, the kind you would expect to be working at a gardening center, for example.
We were driving to a small village somewhere in the countryside, but for what reason I do not know. After parking the car we walked down a small paved path in a park, where some families were walking with their kids and babies in strollers. As we were passing by the entrance of some playground or campsite, I'm not exactly sure what it was exactly, Nevelle said she had to pee and asked if we could stop for a bit so she could visit the toilets there.
As Nevelle walked into the toilet building, she was called back by a woman who said that she had to pay first before using the toilets. Apparently Nevelle didn't have any change on her, because next I remember she was asking a random man that exited the building if he could change a larger coin for smaller ones. The next moment I gave Nevelle a 2 euro coin and eventually she paid about 4 euro before she entered the toilet building. After Nevelle entered the toilet building, a small crowd started to gather outside. More and more families stopped at the building, and several people had to go use the toilets. Strangely enough none of them had to pay to use the toilets.
After a few minutes, a tall slender girl who was crying exited the building. She walked a couple of meters away from the crowd and just stood there looking at her feet. She was a short-haired brunette and wore a short orange silken dress. Her black panties were dropped to her knees, and her bra-strap was slipped over her shoulder. I asked the girl what was wrong, but she said nothing was wrong. As I helped her pull her panties back up, she told me her name was Cheyenne.
When Nevelle came outside she was flabbergasted about how many people had gathered outside, and asked me what happened. I told her nothing had happened and that I had no idea who all these people were and why they were standing there. Nevelle accepted the explanation I gave and we continued to walk through the park. Cheyenne and some other person, of whom I can't remember any specific details, followed us along the path.
As we cleared the park or forest and saw the village in the distance, Cheyenne and the other person were walking besides me and Nevelle was walking 2 or 3 meters in front of me. Suddenly the weather turned bad pretty much instantly, and it started to rain really hard. Nevelle yelled "we need to find shelter!", and we all started to run towards the town.
What happened next, I do not know. The next thing I remember is that I was walking across the bicycle-path next to the street where I live right now, with my left arm wrapped around Nevelle and my right arm wrapped around Cheyenne. They both rested their heads on my shoulders and seemed happy and content. As we crossed a small bridge, I suddenly woke up.
It makes me wonder... what is this dream trying to tell me? I know for sure that I am polyamorous, but who are Nevelle and Cheyenne really, and why was Cheyenne crying? All those questions that will probably never be answered... dreams can be weird indeed.