Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Notes:
These three fragments are all from one long-ass dream about a war being waged between two sides. I'm not sure what these "sides" were, because the characters and scenarios were so random. I don't remember much of the content that happened between the fragments.
The entire dream must have been fifteen minutes in length. It's one of the longest non-lucids I've had.
This was the coolest of the fragments, but unfortunately I waited to record it last... In doing so, I've forgotten just about all of it. Derp. Let's see what I can salvage.
I was positioned in an indoor battlefield which consisted of the same type of woody and metallic rubble as described in my last two entries, but there was more brown dirt, almost like soil, this time. You could also see patches of shiny, light metal flooring underneath the dirt and debris. Above me loomed a dome-like, curved white canopy roof; the building itself was a long half-cylinder in shape which was really only made up by the roof, which curled all the way to the ground on both sides, with two half-circles of metal wall on either end of it, sealing off the openings completely. The building was at least a hundred feet in length and twenty feet in width, and the lighting was dim, but not dark, as there were flashes of light going off in every direction. Some flashes were from explosions, others from gunfire.
Somewhere along the ground, in the middle of the room, was a square-shaped system of trenches that averaged about two feet deep. I was with my father and sister; we were crouching down and trying to hurry through to one end of the trenches as quickly as we could. They only took up an area of maybe ten by ten feet, so it didn't take long before they ended and we peered up over them. The ground with the trenches was raised a few feet by a naturally-occurring hill, and right before the hill sloped down (at the edge of the trench) was a line of concrete barricades.
All three of us were sitting beside one another: my dad was on my immediate left, with my sister on the other side of him. My dad was wearing a basic olive green army helmet (I can't remember what clothing he had on), but I didn't really see much of my sister. More than anything, I just knew that she was there, although I did hear her voice a few times. My dad was holding a shotgun with a beautiful polished wooden plank on the side of it, and I was carrying a small handgun. I stared at it, and then I realized we each had to choose "who we were going to be" for this war, before we started fighting and shooting.
"I call Pikachu", I said, turning around to see a pale blue, detached door that was sitting in the trench behind me. There was a rectangular mirror on it, with the length of the mirror going perpendicular to the length of the door itself. In the mirror, I saw a blurry outline of a Pikachu which looked more animated, but also had a slight realism to it; I could almost see fur or something.
"Haha!" I said. Then I turned around, picking up a large gun that had somehow appeared on the ground to my right while I was looking away at the door. I made a few "Pikachu" sounds, which came out exactly like how Pikachu sounds in the Pokemon anime. I fired the gun, which had a normal-sized handle but a large body. It reminded me of the shrink ray from Despicable Me, except it was mostly metal/silver, with a more rectangular frame and a cyan color only used for accents, not the entire gun.
I pulled the trigger, and the gun blasted a short stream of very pale blue light, which turned into a large blueish ice cube. I fired it at someone who was running at me (he was wearing brown clothes and, like my dad, a green army helmet), and he froze in place, with some of those "motion lines" of ice behind him.
That's the extent of what I can remember.
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