JonBingus

This was a night of vivid imagery. It all began with some massive scale contest between the north and south ends of a canyon. The people at either end were fed up with each other and began a war. I was fighting for them in some regard but soon lost interest. At night, I met Marina, although she seemed to have switched bodies from the neck down with Nicole. It was strange seeing her after so many years, we talked a bit but I soon left. At some point I woke up and went back to bed, this time dreaming of a different world. I realized that all night I would search for the blonde from my scripts in my dreams, and never find her. I would see her around a corner, never to catch her. Eventually I became a giant, like in Attack on Titan. I turned, and sprinted up into a massive castle, looking for something vital. I found instead a sleeping giant. I screamed, giving him a moment to react before completely destroying him. The templars came for me quickly, sensing I was in their 200 story cathedral. One woman was sympathetic to me, and I allowed her to watch me, before I jumped from a window and fell to the ground. I woke up.

In my final dream, I was in a strange small town. My brother and father had gone to this tiny area of it that was down a cliff. Usually there was a large wooden ramp taking people down but they destroyed it by joyriding it. I was so upset with them, but eventually found my way down in some sort of vehicle. Down there we saw something amazing. There was a fleet of jets flying by, and in there were some that had no tails, just glowing back ends. Suddenly the planes switched direction right at us, and among them were blimps, flying at the speed of sound. It was incredible to see something so large, so close, travelling so fast. I did not reality check on them though as I was too enthralled.

At the end of that dream tom came down to the pier. It was Canada day, and Harpers Birthday, and Toms. Tom and I were hanging when suddenly he was talking about his older brother. Obviously there isn't one but he started crying since his older brother was dead. I guess that represented his dad.

I stayed with him for a while, and then he went away. The last thing that happened was my watching my brother graduate. Why do I have so many dreams about graduation? I really thought I never cared about graduating anything, maybe this is because I wasn't there for my uni grad.