Tales from the sun chaser.

I'm driving with a few people, when we pass this bridge that overlooks several small rivers. I'm telling them how fun I think it would be. We get to our destination, and it turns out to be this huge party, kinda in the middle of no where, outdoors.

Tons of people there, different groups, races and everything. Some guy started talking to me. I think he said his name was "caption". Don't remember what the conversation was about. Just knew he was one of those guys who randomly talked to anyone no matter what. I walked off and met up with D.

He was asking me if I ever came out there, and I told him, I think I might have passed by it, but I've never really showed up. He was about to leave, so I let him go. Then I saw N....he was asking about D, and he had a gun in his hand. Before I could say anything, he said "never mind, I see him", and started running after him and shooting.

The crowd was hysterical at this moment, and I watched a few seconds of it. N shot at D a few times, and missed him. In the processes he ended up shooting some random guy. That's when I hit the dirt, and started low crawling away from the action. I saw some kid pull out a .22 and shoot some woman in the leg. I came up to him and told him that he shouldn't be be doing that. Kid had to be like 10 years old, and he was so angry. I told him he had the learn the difference between when he has to use his weapon, and when he has to use his gun, and right then it wasn't time for either.

We went back and forth, and finally his father came, and I headed out. On the way out, they had these random food vendors and I saw T...I was going to tell him "is it me or are you always getting something to eat when i see you".

The only thing I remember from the past few days is some guy who kept a rat in the back of his shirt. He said it was to curb his cutting problem.

Don't remember much of this dream except riding on the shoulder of this huge mech, and making it fight other machines. It was really fun. I had to yell at it to make it fire it's missiles, but eventually it ran out of ammo....or it just wasn't working anymore.

I'm with J, and some random guy wants to fight. I don't know whats up with him, but all of a sudden like four other people start walking up. J looks at me and says "i don't know about this one cuzz". He's obviously bluffing, because I've seen him take on more people that were bigger than these guys.

Either way, I say something to tell the guy that I don't want to fight, and he follows me and keeps talking trash. (All apart of my plan to separate them just in case I wanted to just hand out a beat down in just enough time before the next person arrives). Instead, all these clowns start punching regular people for no reason.

I walked off into another room, and there was this girl doing the same thing. WTF. She's doing the same crap...waning me to fight her, and punching random people. When she got close to the door, I elbowed her and shoved her out.

WILD

I see an image of me swimming through the water....almost feels like a game. Everything transitions perfectly....and I'm actually doing the swimming. I'm in some ancient underground area. The walls are made of stones, and there are painted murals. Just really old stuff. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S A LOUD BANG AND i WOKE UP.

WILD

I see an image of me swimming through the water....almost feels like a game. Everything transitions perfectly....and I'm actually doing the swimming. I'm in some ancient underground area. The walls are made of stones, and there are painted murals. Just really old stuff. ALL OF A SUDDEN THERE'S A LOUD BANG AND i WOKE UP.

I go to my car and find out I'm missing my freaking weapon. In this dream, I have two cars. My current one, and this orange brand new Nissan Z. When I walk outside, the trunk is up and it's gone. I searched all over for it. My brother is asking me what does it look like, and I tell him what it looks like, and specifically say green.

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The rifle looked exactly like that. I have no idea why I had Australian weaponry with me, but I knew it was worth at least 1 or 2k. He's trying to chill me out, and I just can't do it. I have in my mind that the Russians have taken it. In my dream there was a DMZ border just south of my house, and it was occupied by Russians. Something was telling me that they stole it, so I was trying to figure out how I could talk to him about getting back. I was thinking about drawing the picture of it and waving it, and saying comrade.

I was still thinking about what was the exact rules of the boarder, and did they have a shoot on sight rule, or was there just a certain area people couldn't go to. My brother interrupts my thoughts, and he's like "i'll go out and get a loan and pay for it, in the meantime let's drink some cranberry vodka and it'll okay. I said "not until I find this freaking weapon". "I'm not going to be drinking any vodka". "If I don't find it, the only thing I'm going to do is die". Just then SP kicked in, and it felt like two warm hands wrapping around my throat. I quickly broke out of it, and assumed it was from the feeling of the covers wrapped close to my neck.

All i remember is just feeling really good after I woke up.

Well...I missed one of my more recently occurring dream signs tonight, the sky.

I'm outside, and it's day time. I look up and I see this jet flying by our house. It looks like one of those leer jets except it has two solar panels attached on each side. The jet keeps making passes while opening and closing the panels. Someone was frightened of it because of how it was moving, but I was simply amazed.

Suddenly it became dark, and skyscrapers sprouted from the ground, changing the entire horizon. The scene went from being dull to a retro futuristic setting. Like something you'd see in a old Godzilla movie. Buildings from all types of eras of what the "future" was supposed to look like. I started taking pictures of it all (don't even know where I got the camera from) and suddenly there was a crash. There was an ambulance crew right on the scene, and from what I got out of it, I was in the middle of some movie.

H showed up, and I was telling her that we'd be able to play the part better, since we did crap like that for a living. Later on I found myself waiting on some kind of review, and on it, it said I did all these things that were completely out of character.

SP hit fast and felt like a backwards free fall. I think I was ready for it just because I had so many episodes recently.

When I open my eyes, I'm in my room. Everything is blurry like my generic "I haven't done this in a while" type dreams. It's even hard to move, but after a few moments, crystal clear and I'm right out of my bed. The first thing that comes out of my mouth is "Kaomea". I leave my room, round the corner, and I see a girl in the shower. She's wearing shorts and and a tank top, and has curly long black hair. I said "Kaomea?", and she nodded. I quickly walked out of the way (to let her regain what little privacy she had) and waited for her to leave my bathroom.

When she came out, I let out a sigh of relief, and told her "it's about time". We headed outside, and I told her about my Poseidon dream. Some other girl I didn't recognize came up to her, and said that they had to leave. Kaomea told me she had to go....I think it had something to do with seeing other people in their dreams. I thought it was kinda abrupt, but whatever.

I tried creating a portal so I could venture off somewhere and she came to watch me and cheer me on, but after about three attempts, I decided to do something different. I grabbed on to a piece of grass, and pulled on it. This in turn revealed that it was a trap door. I jumped down it, but instead of it being a portal, it lead me through this tiny access way. I emerged back in front of my house, and my brother came out, and started telling me something about how I broke his lawnmower. I didn't know what he was talking about, but my lucidity had faded. And I didn't know wtf was going on.

Much of this dream is forgotten, but I do remember fighting super mutants. These muscle bound freaks were everywhere, and they had regular coloured flesh. No guns, just fisticuffs. I'd own them, and they'd own me, but I knew I couldn't really die.

I'm on the forums reading Kaomea's DJ. She mentions something about Poseidon, and I'm replying that I had a dream about the same thing. The thing is, I don't any details, maybe that's the only thing about it I remembered.

I remember wrestling with J and I think towards the end I was trying to break his elbow.

D, J and I were riding around in some truck when we came across a bomb. We notified the police and they came there right a way to get rid of it. They never did seem to diffuse it, and they were handling it like it was fake.

We continued on, and arrived to a truck with a stranded couple in it. I guess it was our job to help them. We got them back to this shop, and I think D and J were working on fixing their truck. There were several other DCs around...mostly female. All of them at some point flirted with me, but changed their minds when I got into it.

So I'm in this dark room...maybe even a military tent. There's this woman who tells me she should have left yesterday because the robot is going to kill her. She says that the robot is programed to kill other robots that are taller than a wall measurement that was in the room we were in. Now that I think about it, it looked almost like the "you must be this tall to ride" things you see in front of roller coasters. I looked at her and told her, she doesn't have anything to worry about. Then she told me she was a cyborg, and that the robot could find out that she has inorganic parts in her. I think I spent the rest of the dream talking to the robot in order to stall it which in turn gave her an opportunity to sneak out.

Lets see....I was somewhere in the past. Maybe late around the 1400s, and I was in some country surrounded by desert. I could tell by the old architecture and the way everyone dressed. Looked like no one had a bath in weeks, and everyone was rocking the tattered clothing look.

There was a girl in this dream who was being blackmailed. I think she had been forced to kill against her will, or someone close to her was going to die. I think I stopped her assignation attempt, and told her that I was going to help her free whoever it was.

This dream was so vague, but for some reason, the woman seemed important.