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Dream 1 - Empire war
There's a war going on in the universe. The good guys (the side I'm on) which are the empire I think, and the bad guys (probably another empire). The place I'm at is the central supply station that has all the resources of our army. The head commander is Morpheus (from The Matrix, he has the coat, glasses, stoic look and everything) and he's guided me through my character creation (what?).
It seems like I designed the skill set my character has, which was leadership and a few fighting skills (I think one was the warhammer, another could have been a 'kick' skill?). I seem to be quite low level though. The supply station is set in a desert area with sand for miles all around. It's a round sandstone building with an open round entrance. It's more like a place enclosed by walls that circle around it. There is a tower-like structure in the centre-back of the station too.
Time skip. It's now sunset, with the sky doused in a mellow orange.
We're still stationed at the supply station and disaster has struck. All the allies who work at the station have turned and stolen all the resources to give to the enemy empire. We've lost everything now, and our army is practically non-existent. There's 3 of us left, me, Morpheus, and another guy.
"I can't even say that's a bad strategic output" I say lightheartedly (what's a strategic output?)
"It's over, they've won." Morpheus looks lost as he says this, I can't believe he would give up despite knowing how hopeless the situation is.
I walk towards him and place my hands on his shoulds, "let me say something to you" *SLAP*. "Don't you dare give up". He flinched a bit from the slap but turned his face to look at me, his cool glasses still in place as if they were glued..
"You'll make a fine commander with your capianry, warhammer and kick skills." he says. I start to tear up, my eyes are leaking. I feel like I'm an actor now, doing some dramatic movie moment.
*swish* I turn my head to the side dramatically (in my head I think 'Wow, I'm a bad actor') and release his shoulder. I walk off to the right and sit down sadly, knowing that I would have to lead the future of our people or something. I think Morpheus said "I will guide you" which seemed to conflict with my idea that he was leaving.
There's no time skip but we're outside the station now. It's crumbling away like loose sand in the wind, slowly dissolving and falling to the ground.

Dream 2 - Diving mask
I remember earlier seeing a person put on a diving mask in a room to show us all how it works. It seemed to be a breathing instructor teaching us how to control our breathing or something. Even though we're using diving gear I got the impression it wasn't to learn how to dive.
Some time later in the night I think this dream came back, though now I was the person who was supposed to put the mask on. The room we were in was small and square with side benches for people to sit on. Around me were a bunch of other students, and in front of us was a woman who was our teacher. She asked me to come forward and test the mask out. I sit down on the floor in front of the class and she placed a diving mask on my head. It was a 'full' mask, that went over my entire head, supposedly used for deep sea diving. I hated it. I actually felt like I could have died O_O. It was so realistic. I felt the air flow into my mouth and then back out, though it didn't feel like 'normal' breathing. It was more like the air was coming from a tank and the air had a certain pressure to it. I also felt water enter the mask. What the heck? I panicked a little bit, there shouldn't be any water in here. I remember from the previous dream that the guy who wore the mask (whom I thought was me) had answered the questions of the teacher. I listened for her talking, I couldn't even see out of this thing properly. Her talking was so muffled I couldn't tell what she was saying so I gave a thumbs up in the direction of a blurry figure moving around. Most of my vision was taken up by the metal of mask, there were 2 glass eye windows to see through but they were dirtied and foggy, you couldn't functionally see with them. I panicked a little more, I couldn't talk so I couldn't ask for help. How the hell do I communicate?? I try some hand movements to infer that I wanted the damn thing taken off me, I couldn't do it myself because it's latched on or something. Aaaa just take it off! It really felt like I was about to have a panic attack and I decided I didn't like this feeling and that I wanted to wake up, so I did.
This dream wasn't even that long (like less than a minute).

This dream happened, oh, a week ago, but I didn't record it here.

It was a pretty decent length, and I remembered quite a lot compared to normal. It begins:

It's the first day of school at my high school, except that the layout of the school is slightly changed. My brother comes to tell me that he has forgotten something at home, and I need to drive him home to go retrieve it. I don't remember the drive, only coming to school the second time. I have the feeling that I've left several times and am now back at school quite late. I head to whatever the mathematics class I take in the dream is, and walk alongside the calculus teacher-- we'll call him Mr. K. Mr. K looks at me confusedly, and asks why I'm not going to calculus. I try to explain to him that I didn't want the heavy homework load and that I'd wanted to, but the class didn't fit in my schedule(this is false, I am taking calculus in real life).

Time passes and I'm unsure what happens-- I think I visit a few other strange classes, and walk about the school-- until I find myself behind the school building where there appears to be a gathering of students. I don't pay attention to them because I don't really care about them, I'm more interested in going over to the left a ways where there is normally a back entrance to the school. In real life the door and cement area outside has an overhang over it, but in the dream the entire area was scaled much larger, and transformed into a large picnic area with wooden picnic tables in rows. There was a very tall chain link fence the length and height of the structure, on the side facing me. I walked around the fence, and it gets weird.

I find some student-- I don't remember what they looked like or what they were doing. I only know that they were doing something that would get them in trouble, something that was against the rules. I stick around, and then the principle storms out of the back door. It's the principle from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. He's pissed. I don't know what happens to the student I am with, but the principle comes to me and is very angry-- I am getting in trouble even though I didn't do anything, I figure he thought I had since I was next to the delinquent student. He restrains both of my hands behind my back and forces me to the ground. I am kneeling facing away from the end of a picnic table, while he sits on a seat on the table and holds my hands behind my back with one hand. He is furious, and shouting nonsense about my guilt. He next brandishes a knife and begins using it to gesture with his free right hand as he speaks. I am outraged that he thinks it okay to pull a knife on a student. He waves the knife wildly about, and eventually nicks me with the blade and I tell him that he has cut me and that he is going to get into a large amount of trouble. You simply cannot cut a student, sir. He tells me something along the lines of, "don't be a pussy", and grabs my hand. He clenches my hand on the blade of the knife and draws it out. It is a strange feeling. It's not painful like a real cut, it's prickly and strange and I can feel the knife separate my skin but without the burning pain that would be expected. It's like when you have a half healed cut, so that it no longer hurts but the skin is separated, and you can feel the numb skin touch together when you move your hand because the wound opens and closes. It's gross, and I remember it vividly.

I am staggeringly outraged. He's purposefully cut me, right down the palm of my hand. His ass is going to jail. I'm just beside myself, not with joy, but in astounding anger. Why the fuck would you think that would be appropriate, Mr. Principle? "You can't do that. My god, you cannot do that to a child, sir. You can't." He laughs, somehow I am free of him and arrive in the kitchen of my house. My family members are seated around the room. I rush from one to the next, trying to explain the situation to them, and the injustice that had been done to me. I am trying very hard to yell, to be loud, to express myself, but I can barely talk. It's just a whisper, and I can't find the words I need to say to make them understand. I feel trapped inside myself, I'm boiling on the inside, I want them to know that an adult that is supposed to be trusted with students just pulled a knife on one, and cut him. Nobody is interested, they just blow me off. Mom and Dad don't care, they just look away. I want to cry, I have a lump in my throat. Then the man shows up again, and the scene changes.

I'm near a river and it's evening time, the sun is setting. I'm in a wooded area, with forest to the sides. There is a somewhat clear path through the forest, snaking up a small incline into the distance. I know in my head that this is the direction that I must escape to. I don't recall, but I think that there was nobody around. I knew that I had been a captive of the principle, though. I fled, I don't remember the running away part. I remember approaching the edge of the woods, almost safe, when it hits me. I left the other student who had gotten in trouble behind. I make my way back to go and rescue him. Now there are people about. They're the principles cronies, and they're gunslingers with six-shooters. I somehow make it back to where the student is held captive, and thankfully there is nobody around in that area. I realize that I have a pistol as well, but it never occurs to me that I could use it if I needed to. The student is tied to a table near the riverbank. I now look at him, and observe that he is a perhaps half African-American with natural afro-hair. He is several years younger than me, or he looks young. I quickly untie him, and give him my weapon. I think I find another pistol, or had two, because I recall still holding one. Then the principles cronies start wooping in the background and come through the trees towards us. I know in my head that the other person is going to be okay, so we split up and run in opposite directions. A few gunslingers follow me, wearing tattered clothing and wild-west style boots, I believe several are wearing cowboy hats. They are sprinting along side me, instead of tackling me. One shoulders me repeatedly, the way that cars may do in a chase scene in an action movie, by steering into each other while driving in the same direction alongside each other. He pulls his gun but does not fire. I remember that I am holding a gun, but I don't think to or want to use it.

Eventually they chase me up a path alongside the craggy ledge of a ravine. I see that the path swerves and know that if I don't slow down, my momentum will take me off the edge before I can turn. There is a wooden and barbed wire barricade to the side that I would need to turn around, but in the heat of the moment, I decide to leap through it. It is made of several boards on top, log cabin style so that it is impenetrable, followed by a gap with two strands of barbed wire strung between wooden posts, followed by more boards. All I know is that I need to get to the other side of it quickly. I basically say "fuck it" and leap through the barrier, sideways, so that my body is horizontal as I pass between the strands of barbed wire. I am thrilled that I could pull it off and I believe my followers run into the barrier or have to run around it. Sadly, my joy is short lived, and I am woken up.

The end.