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27th July 2021

Fragment:

I'm climbing up some semi-ruined concrete structures. A kangaroo person of sorts is following after me.

Then, something about needing to go to a supermarket and something about school. I'm on a flat rooftop and I get a bag with stuff in it?

Fragment:

Something about playing a level 83 warlock. Unknown zone, hilly and deforested, partially ravine-like with cliffs on either side and there's a river running along the centre. I meet a bear form druid that tells me to look out for a tauren hunter in the area. The druid is level 110 or something. In the dream I know max level to actually be 80 but I understand that it can go up to 110 to gain some small extra bonuses or something.

At one point I see the tauren hunter in the distance. He's across a lake area where the river ends. On selecting the hunter, the profile status bar is green, not red, implying he's not hostile. I think his pet is finishing off a mob while he loots or skins something else.

Fragment:

Something about a flood of blood wine and a group of five or six klingons, we all need to drink so much of it in order to get away or be able to call a lift. There are disagreements on what to do and who should be doing what.

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Notes:

- I used to be more into Star Wars than Star Trek but over the last few years I've spent some time re-watching Star Trek stuff that I had mostly forgotten about. In Star Trek, most races and characters fit certain symbolic archetypes and motifs very easily, so I think situations such as this with the klingons draw from that aspect, partly based on my conscious and non-conscious perceptions and thoughts about the lore.
-- Incidentally, I think this is the first time I've dreamt of klingons.
-- I'd like to write some thoughts on potential symbolic aspects but a bit too tired right now.

- Unfortunately I lost visual recall of the last fragment because I left writing these for a couple of days without thinking about them again in the meantime.

1st June 2021

Fragment:

In a PvP battleground, themed on Kul Tiras or something, lots of wooden beams and structures, sort of grungy and moody atmosphere. Mechanically it's somewhat like Alterac Valley, except each side has to capture ten flags from the other side and the flags would spawn or drop from some players as far as I could see. It was a long and drawn out battleground, I remember seeing in the interface, at the top under the score, that we had been in it for twenty eight minutes or something.

I was a female night elf huntress, having a dragon hawk or ravager for a pet. I fight some horde players a few times but I'm not especially strong and do very little damage, plus I'm usually outnumbered. I remember using the aspect of the cheetah to get away more than once; we can't use our mounts on this battleground, despite it's seemingly vast size. At one point I chase after a blood elf, a death knight maybe? The level bracket is weird, like from twenty to sixty.

Near the end, me and someone else are partly disguised (as what?) and we confront this horde player who had been running away from me. (In the dream I was certain he was much stronger, but he had a flag and I still wanted to stop him)

Then it's less like a battleground and more like a department store in a mall, I'm walking around with these two people and we're talking about gender. There's something about how straight women are feeling misrepresented by a porn study? I felt like it was a diverse and inclusive study based on what this woman who was walking with me was telling me. It felt to me like the women complaining were picky and/or spoiled straight women, probably white in my mind.

Fragment:

In the kitchen at the old home. It's night time and the ceiling fluorescent light is on. J and L are between the two pillars and they're talking. I'm leaning against the counter in front of the sink, mostly just listening, occasionally saying something. The table is open/extended. There's a fan heater pointed at my feet, pointing toward me, I feel the heat/warmth on my legs. I point it toward them instead and J thanks me. The plug is coming from under the table, but in reality I don't think there are any sockets there.

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Notes:

- I feel as though there have been quite a few dreams about the old home or hometown lately.

- Not sure what brought on the thing about the study at the end of the dream but last night I was watching something from the 80s that had a segment that seemed (to me) sexist against women.

- I just remembered "ten flags" is an actual thing, when I typed the title for this.

For a moment I'm in WoW, I'm thinking of a female night elf hunter running in a jungle.

The dream is near the fan in Richmond, traveling in between streets. I see a dog and think it's cute.

I'm back at my old apartment from JMU in squire, I keep having this feeling like I need to go soon to catch a flight back home. The apartment was near a beach, I saw people swimming in massive round waves.

☆ A fox followed me around on a playground. It kind of scared me since it seemed to be magical. Kitsune.

☆ Had an animation project that I needed to do. I was really proud of my work and had even made a doll. Suddenly after been working so hard I found another doll on a table. It looked sad. I picked it up and looked around. The owner soon came out from the toilet and spoke to everyone in norweigen. I was the only one who did understand since I was the only one who could speak both english and swedish. So I translated it and she was sent home.

☆ There was a classreunion with my very old class. It was interesting to meet all the old students and to see what they have been up to.


☆ There was a king that wanted to have a child but all his wives died within a year so he was constantly getting married. Soon there wasn’t many options left and his latest wife asked me if I wanted to marry him. I told her that I would think about it. But first I needed to find out who tried to poison all the poor queens and why!

☆ I was being chased by a large hunter. He also had some weird creature as a hunting pet. They called me bunny and was desperatly trying to shoot me! They didn’t succeed! I hit the hunter in the head so many times he just fell to the floor and didn’t wake up. The weird hunting pet turned into a baby.

02/18/13

Countdown to Extinction
I am in a tree. I am dressed in my usual Assassin robes. I am not really lucid, though I do remember the goal I had for the dream. The goal is to hunt poachers after reading an article about people poaching elephants for ivory got me pissed off. I look around and see I am in a forested area, standing on a large branch.

I look down from the branch I am standing on, and about 15 feet below me I see there are two men. Both of them are holding rifles and looking up at me. One of them is pointing his rifle at me, the other seems a bit more hesitant. The one pointing his rifle at me is laughing. He says it looks like someone has been playing too much Assassin's Creed and adds his little brat nephew plays video games. The other guy says he doesn't want to shoot a person. The one aiming his gun at me says he's going to bag himself an Assassin. Don't worry… no one will find the body. Just as he pulls the trigger to shoot me I jump out of the tree and land on him hidden blade first, killing him before he can kill me. The other guy takes a startled step backwards, he says he is there to hunt, not to kill any people. I ask what he is hunting. He doesn't answer, but he aims his weapon off to the right. I see what looks like a white tiger over there.

I tell the man he gets only one warning not to do it. He ignores me and cocks his weapon. I grab the rifle out of his hands and hit him with the butt of it. He falls over but gets up again, now pointing a hand gun at me. He asks what the fuck I did that for, he wasn't threatening me, just a dumb animal. His commotion alerts the cat and it disappears into the forest. The man is angry now, and he says that pelt would have fetched him a couple thousand dollars. I tell him to leave the animals alone. He says he sees I'm one of those bleeding heart animal lovers… well I'm about to have a real bleeding heart. He shoots at me. I actually deflect his shot with my hidden blade before burying that hidden blade in the man's chest. I hear a gunshot not far off. More poachers! I follow the sound of the gunshot. I look down off of a small cliff and I see a hunter has a white tiger cornered in a rocky area. I pull out a crossbow and aim at the asshole. Someone behind me tells me not to do it. She says she doesn't know why I am planning on killing that man, but… I interrupt her and say because he is a fucking poacher. I shoot him with my crossbow before looking to see who has told me to stop. There is a Templar standing behind me pointing a gun at me. I don't really care about Templars. I see movement in the trees and I head off after what I believe to be another poacher. He is crouched over an unconscious white tiger and has a knife. He hears there is someone behind him but clearly doesn't realize who. He is telling me that he's not going to ruin a single square inch of that pelt by shooting the cat. Just paralyze them… they'll die when you skin 'em. The Templar has followed me and stops short. Clearly disgusted, she asks if the man really plans on skinning that cat alive… He looks over, surprised to see the Templar and me. He asks who the fuck we are. I comment that he has done what I thought was impossible… he has gotten a Templar and an Assassin to agree on something… that being that he is an asshole. The Templar says asshole is too nice a word for this guy. He moves to cut the paralyzed cat but the Templar aims her gun and puts a bullet between his eyes. The Templar says she hates poachers more than Assassins… Well I hate poachers more than Templars. I wonder if there are any more poachers around, but I wake up before I can look.

Dream

I got home and I had a few presents for me, I guess it was my birthday or something the main game I got was from my sister's friend and it was like Batman Arkham City. When I fired up my PS3 it wasn't it was Homer Simpson as a kind of bounty hunter that could glide like Batman does in the games.

As I was playing I went to a kind of space station where there were a group of wrestlers waiting for another group of wrestlers, I recoginized one of them as Hernandez. The other group came and they had a huge fight seriously it was like Green Street Hooligans.

After the fight I went into my space ship and held up another ship, it was like a yacht cruiser or something.

Then I stopped playing the game and Lisa Simpson came in and was bitten by a vampire I told my Mum (Marge) and she had been too since my Dad was brain dead (Homer) I just tried to sleep. Then I thought I should escape I tried one more time to tell Homer but Marge woke up, scared me and Homer Simpson the idiot that he is just went back to bed and then Lisa bit me.

Side Note
I achieved SP which is good.

I was a bounty hunter chasing these robots. They looked like droids from Star Wars and come to think of it my team looked like Delta Squad from Star Wars Republic Commando. We were chasing the droid or someone and I was yelling orders. The hallways were red like it was lava or something.


I had a false awakening but I knew it was a dream I walked downstairs and read a newspaper. I kept thinking about Megan Fox so she would appear butshe didnt appear. When I awoke I wanted to go back so I just went back to sleep and I did.

I had another false awakening and I was reading a newspaper that had a picture of my sister in it. The picture was upside down.
I got out of bed or started thinking of Megan Fox again it still didn't work.

(Comment: This is my first real nightmare that I remember in.... ever.. I think I only had one when I was a little kid. )


I was there in my grandparents house. I was bringing a person back alive. For some reason, I had a feeling of being the creator of that specific creature. The dream started there though, and I don't know if I had built a human being from scratch, or just operated on him and brought him back to life. I successfully revived him. He took a while, maybe a few minutes, to come to full thinking/ speaking capability. He looked at me for a while. He started talking very calmly. He was threatening me. Telling me that I'd have a chance to run away, and if he'd catch me, I'd suffer something horrible. I did not specifically know or think about what this horrible fate would be but I knew that it was bad.

So I started running. I ran and I ran. Climbed obstacles, hid from the guy multiple times, all occuring in the small part of town where the house was located in. It was absolutely terryfying seeing this guy 5 feet away from me, knowing that if I stumbled or didn't run fast enough, something terrible would happen. Finally I had hid in the living room of the house. I looked away. When I looked back, the person was there, again, staring at me. Slowly walking towards me. I told him to stop and listen to me for a while. He sat on a seat and so did I. (comment: At this point I somehow knew that it was a dream, yet I could not classify it as a lucid, since I was not aware that it was a dream, but I kinda just knew that it was, but didn't acknowledge it, which is why I didn't put this in either lucid or non-lucid)

His appearance was scary. He was an old man with long, messy, near white hair. He was wearing torn clothes, which were also dirty. He had no shoes. His skin was all around in bad condition. His hands, big and full of veins. His arms, muscular, from what I saw through the gaps in the clothing. His face, filled with scars.

I told him that if he'd be better off not chasing me. There is no real benefit in keeping this up. He said that I would never be able to get back to where I came from. That I'd be eternally stuck with him, unless I'd give up, and in which case, I'd suffer horribly.

I saw my younger brother (He's only 8) running around in the yard. I jumped off of the sofa I was sitting on, blasted open the door, ran out, took him with me, hid under the stairs that were there on the western end of the building. Saw and heard how the guy ran down the stairs and past the house to the other side of the house. I took my brother and carried him to the carage of the house in the front. There, we sat on a bench very quietly. The suspense was dreadful. The feeling of fear like no other.
About ten seconds later, the door from the cellar to the carage (which is not the same as the main carage door) opened, and I saw him. I thought out loud "How could he know where we were?!". I remember him running towards us.


End dream. (Comment: Dream did not end at the moment he was running towards me. I did not wake up to that. That's just the last thing I remember)

Nightmare Changes
I am in a strange place, I look around to see where I am. It is a wide open plane that looks pretty desolate, the sky is a strange color of orange with some strange wispy clouds floating around up there. It is a strange looking place, but for some reason this doesn't make me lucid.

So I search around for a while to see if I can figure out what's going on. I soon find a couple of people in the vast area. One of them is familiar to me, my first thought is that it is Nomad. He is there with someone else, I somehow know that one is a dream demon. Nomad and the dream demon are exchanging heated words. The dream demon is laughing at Nomad, saying he can never die. Nomad doesn't take the dream demon seriously, he says he knows the dream demon can't die, so how about if the dream demon has no ability to stay together and suddenly exists everywhere but is unable to do anything… eternal pain. The dream demon looks shocked at that idea, seems to be afraid of it. He says please don't do that… then he starts changing form repeatedly into an array of twisted and deformed forms, and he is doing it really quickly. I hear the demon say he won't let it happen, then he self destructs, exploding in a blinding flash of light. When the light fades everything else has changed, too.

Now we are in a bright green and sunny place that looks like paradise. Something still seems wrong. I search around and find one of the shadows of a tree is much darker than others. I approach the shadow and it comes to life, this is the dream demon. Witchblade forms into a sword and I cut the thing in half before it can attack me, though it is about to do so. After the dream demon is gone everything around me fades to black.

Déjà Vu
I am in a room watching a television display, there is a sequence of action going on there. The scene is a fancy dinner, there is a man at the head of the table, I know he is a notorious terrorist, responsible for the deaths of thousands. He is making a toast to a plan he has going on that will kill thousands more, he says no one will ever forget or underestimate the Crimson Knights again. I see myself at the table eating, I pick up my glass of wine and toast the asshole's health… then I add that I hope he enjoyed it before throwing two daggers at the same time. Both of the daggers strike lethal points on the asshole, one in the heart, one right in the jugular. He collapses onto the table and then falls to the side onto the floor, pulling a large amount of things onto the floor with him. Then the scene shifts, and now I really am at the table, I really am at the dinner. Everyone is talking and eating, I see some chocolate treats and I eat a couple. The terrorist leader gets up and proposes his toast. After he gets up and begins his toast, everyone else is toasting his good health. I have the daggers, but can I really throw them effectively? I know I can, because I already saw myself do it! I get up and make the comment I saw myself make on the video, then I throw the daggers, and he collapses just like in the video. Everyone is in shock, staring between me and the man who just collapsed, so I take advantage of the confusion to make my exit. I head to the nearest window, we are on what appears to be the third floor. I grab hold of some fancy curtains, and jump out the window, the curtains gradually unravel until I land on the ground, rather hard, but not too bad. I am making my exit from the area when I wake.

Déjà Vu Vu
I am at what looks like a festival of some kind, there are lots of people who seem to be very happy and celebrating something. I'm not sure what they are celebrating, but I also think this is not that important. There is someone there with me, I think it is Altaïr. We are looking for some people that we know are looking to kill someone, we are trying to make sure the killing doesn't happen. I see some people walking around, but there aren't very many that seem to stand out at all. And the ones that do don't stand out in any suspicious way. I know who we are looking for, and those are not the right people. I finally spot the targets, there are a few men in red and black robes, those are the killers. There are three of them, I need to make sure they don't see me, because they will surely recognize me just as easily as I recognize them. I find Altaïr and I tell him I have found the targets. Now the two of us follow the enemies until they are in an isolated space where no one will notice what happens. It turns out they also knew we were there, now they're looking to eliminate us just as we are looking to get rid of them. They seem unaware that we know them, however, and we still manage to take them by surprise and get each of them with a quick strike. We move the bodies to a place where they won't be found for a long while before leaving the scene and merging back in with the crowd.


Assassinate the Assassin
I am in a hotel with Altaïr, and we are looking for a specific room. I am looking at Altaïr for quite a few minutes before this finally seems odd enough to make me do a reality check. I discover I am dreaming. I look around the hotel and think about different goals. The only goal that comes to mind is the task for the LPTC that involves killing the person that killed Martin Luther King. I realize I have absolutely no memory of how this event really took place, I really am not sure how to make the task work. Since I don't know how the task is supposed to happen, I decide to go with my best estimation. I wonder if that will make a difference on whether or not it counts for the LPTC task. Well, either way, I can do the task this way. I make my way through the hotel looking for the killer, I come to one of the rooms and I see a man in the halls with a gun. He is also moving like he doesn't want to be seen. I move quietly up behind the man and get him from behind with my hidden blade. He falls to the ground, dead. I see there is another man breaking into a room. I have to get there in time to stop him from killing MLK, but it turns out I didn't need to worry. Altaïr is right behind him and takes him out before he can go anywhere. I look into the room the man was breaking into and I see that MLK is in the room coming in off of a balcony, he is looking at Altaïr and me with a strange look. I'm not sure what to say at this point, I finally tell him to keep believing, perhaps one day everyone will truly be seen as equal.


Blood in the Water
I am at what looks like an amazing water park of some kind, it is a huge place, there are so many pools and waterfalls and rivers flowing around. There are many plants and flowers, it is definitely beautiful. But there are also killers roaming in the group, and I know they have to be stopped. There is someone else there with me, he is familiar to me… MoSh? I'm not sure if it is MoSh or not, just as I wasn't sure earlier if it was Nomad. But he is there helping me track down the killers in the water park. I know who I'm looking for, though I am thinking blending in at a water park and still having my hidden blade would be rather difficult. But it isn't… my hidden blade collapses into the size of a bracelet, which is my Witchblade, though I don't think of this at the time. MoSh is there with me, and we head off in separate directions. I know the killers when I see them, I'm not sure how I know this, but I am certain of it. I see there are certain people at the water park who are not there to have fun. I spot one, go casually over behind him, knife him with my hidden blade, then I walk casually away before he even collapses. I hear people behind me responding to the man's collapse, but I don't look back. I just keep going. I find another one in the men's locker room, he is the only one there. He looks over at me and seems to assume I followed him in there because I think he's hot… he is sooooo not hot. But I play along until I'm close enough to take him down. I go back outside and now I see MoSh, who is on the other side of the pool with his arm around a man like they're buddies. MoSh helps the man sit down in a chair and then leaves. It will be a while before anyone notices the man is actually dead. I see one of the killers is about to attack his target. There is no time to get over there before it's too late. I grab a knife from a table, it seems to be a knife used to cut steak, though it seems awfully big even for that… It is perfect for my needs, though. I pick up the knife and throw it at the man, it gets imbedded in the man's chest, killing him before he can attack his target.


Killer Movies
I am outside of a movie theater with my mother, waiting in line to get a ticket for a movie. We get to the front of the line and she buys tickets for us to two different movies, but then she says we won't actually be going to the movies at all. The man in the box office seems to think we are nuts, but he doesn't care. My mother goes to one of the movies, I separate from her and go to the other. I have a job to do in there. I am lured to the concessions stand by the smell of fresh popcorn. I order some popcorn, momentarily distracted from my mission, and the woman behind the counter hands me a big bag of popcorn. I pay her and walk away, looking at the popcorn, dripping with butter… movie theater popcorn with loads of butter… yum… I am heading for the theater and munching on popcorn, then I start wondering how many points I'll have to count for this… probably a lot. I decide it doesn't matter, what I have to do in the theater is much more important. I head into the movie theater and search the seats until I find the person I am looking for. I know who he is. He is a serial killer, but there isn't enough evidence to arrest him. Now there he is enjoying the movie just like everyone else, and his after-movie activity probably involves torturing some woman to death. His MO… to tie the woman up and see how many times he can stab her with a pen knife and not kill her, because he seems to find it very rewarding to watch them bleed out. He takes his time, carefully planning out each stab, he seems to find each one like an intense sexual experience… I have the images of him making his kills playing out in my mind, talk about TMI, this was definitely TMI. The woman has long curly blonde hair, looks to be in her early 20's, the man is sitting on top of her, she is tied to the bed… he is caressing her with the blade and then suddenly plunges the blade in to her shoulder. She tries to scream but can't because she is gagged, though she is crying. I sit down in the seat directly behind the killer. An image of the man sinking his knife into the woman's abdomen… another muffled scream. Just to be sure, I tap the man on the shoulder and ask for the time. He curses at me and tells me to go have sexual relations with myself. The killer sinking his knife into the woman's thigh and cutting slowly, more muffled screams. Damn! I don't need to see this! The man is the killer. I use my hidden blade and kill him instantly. I leave him sitting in the seat at the movie, no one will know he's dead until I'm long gone.