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Dream 1:
Involved me and my family moving into a new house, in a very fancy neighborhood. My room had an incredible view of the sea, and at night the full moon reflected off the water and through the windows, bathing my room in blue, teal, purple, and pink light that danced on the waves.

Dream 2:
Okay, this one’s going to be quite long so buckle up. The perspective of this one is also confusing- I was watching a tv show, but it was in the first-person perspective and I was the main character.

I’m a rifleman with incredible aim, due to my ability to perceive things that happen quickly as happening more slowly. Kind of like slowing down time, but only inside my own head.

I’m hunting somewhere in South Africa, when I’m suddenly surrounded by tribal men, and I’m held hostage by them and taken to their camp. One of the other guys there had been cannibalized by the tribe, but managed to survive by putting himself into a “stasis” for over 200 years. He awoke when I got there, and had a tourniquet around his upper left thigh, so the leg could be removed more easily and he could grow it back. That wasn’t the first time he’d had his leg cut off. He told me I could wait out my escape, and he would show me how to put myself into the stasis. Or, I could join the brutal fighting ring set up for the tribe’s entertainment, and fight my way to the top.
Fast forward and I’m holding his limp body in a shallow pool of water, surrounded by fire. I join the fighting ring in his honor, and in an attempt to secure my own freedom. I have to do what it takes, no matter the cost. End of episode one, credits roll.

Episode 2-
I’m transported to the fighting ring. It’s sort of like prison, only mad-max style; All the guys there have a communal food area, and outdoor time, but the majority of the time is spent training to kill each other. The buildings are all made with scrap metal patchwork, rusty and brown.

I arrive at night, and I’m dropped right inside of the doorway, which is blocked off by fences and chains outside. A giant flood light turns on and I’m briefly blinded, then a chain whips around my back and pulls me inside. I fall on my face and hear everyone laughing at me.

Fast forward and I have a few ‘friends.’ There’s a woman there, who’s one of the fighting coaches, who’s also my love interest. She has mechanical augmented arms. I have nightmares about showing up in the ring, and she’s my opponent. I’m training hard and she’s watching me closely. I’m the only one who’s ever dodged knives thrown at me.

Next episode-
It’s time for my first fight, after a week of training I must kill this man who has throwing knives for his signature weapon. (Everyone there has a unique weapon; I hadn’t decided on mine yet. It’s an aspect of the ring where “the weapon chooses the warrior.”)
All I have is a pocket knife, against this guy who out-ranges me completely. This wasn’t his first time in the ring, either. He had won a few fights before fighting me.

Anyways, it’s time to fight to the death. He begins by throwing his knives, and I begin by dodging all of them. I see them slowing down in front of me, and they become blurry and warped by my vision. I still manage to dodge them and even deflect a few. His last two fly straight at my eyes, and I catch them both. He’s coming at me with his fists now, enraged by my successful dodges. I easily side-step his blows an give him one good slash across the throat. He stops and holds his neck, coughing and sputtering blood onto the sand. I’m now behind him, so I kick the back of his legs and bring him to his knees before stabbing him in the side of the neck, finishing him off. The crowd watching is roaring at my victory. I’m lifted up by my friends, and we celebrate.

I know it is only the first step towards my freedom.
Credits roll.

I stood in the dirt-floored traces of a wooden barn. There are stables all around me and a high ceiling which may surely be infested with bats amass. I stood in simple dark clothing, as I remember. There were chains around me, binding my arms and holding my wrists to my chest. My feet were weighed down with shackles, the rattling of the chains was incredibly loud.

Behind me was a large brown horse, one whom I am familiar with in real life. One belonging to a dear friend. Yet, behold, in front of me there was a powerful white horse, one whom I have never met. There is steam pouring from the nostrils of the hoofed beast, and there is the presence of another friend whom I know in the waking world. I am given the concept that he has trained this horse to fight and it intends to kill the horse behind me and will stop at nothing to complete this. Even if that includes tearing me apart.

The horse storms forward and I struggle in place. However, just in the instant before death, I rip the chains from me like paper, miraculously. The horse rouses on its hindlegs and I deliver a strong blow with my fist to its underbelly, knocking it down. I look back to observe the brown damsel-of-a-horse which I have saved from the snow-furred fury. To heartbreak, I find no one behind me. Not even tracks in the dirt below; only the still doors of empty stables.

Me and timmy turner from fairly odd parents are walking on a sidewalk along backyards wooden fences. It is sunset and the sky has shade of pink, orange and purple with dark blue at the end. We go around the corner and there is a small grass field, we decide to walk across it because maybe it will be a short cut. Timmy doesn't talk to me the entire time. He stops at the end of the field and turns and looks behind me with horror on his face. So I turn also and see a huge red and silver robot taller than a two story building just standing there staring straight ahead. Then timmy runs and kicks it in the shin and it completely fall into pieces on the grass. Then timmy finally talks to me and we high five each other because the demise of the robot was so enthralling, then in the middle of our celebration timmy stops and has a weird look on his face, I follow his eyes to where he is glaring and see the robots parts dissolving into nothing on the grass, then me and timmy give each other a confused look and continue walking home silently.

This dream seemed to be kind of like a death game, you would (usually) die in the process, but after the games were over you would reappear at the start. I started Climbing up the pipes. they seemed to stick to basic colors like red, blue, yellow, and green. as you ascended the pipes, which tended to go in 45 degree angles, people would pick up random articles of clothing and put them on. I did the same, leaving my old clothes behind. they consisted of shorts, Tshirts, and underwear of various kinds. as I ascended to the top, after putting on all the clothes, I reached a wall with a ladder. They pulled up the ladder before I could get there. then I died.
Again I started from the bottom. as soon as the gate in front of the tubes lifted, I ran up as fast as I could, grabbing whatever clothes I could, and slipping them on clumsily. I got my underwear on backwards. I managed to reach the top first, and climbed the ladder. they let about 30 kids up in total, left the rest to die. then I reached a little area with a lake in the middle, flowing through a gate to the south. to the northeast and southeast, there were small, 1 room houses. in the southwest was the staircase I went down to enter the area. in the little lake, there was a boat. I immediately went across the river on the boat to the small house. I don't remember quite what happened in there, but it caused me and everyone else in it to die.
So I started again from the bottom, going a little bit slower, got my clothes on all the right way, and made it to the top before they pulled the ladder up. this time I investigated a set of buttons on a pole near the staircase. There were four of them, labeled with letters from left to right. the letters changed every time I looked at them (derp). I pressed the button farthest to the left, and nothing happened. then I pressed the second button from the right, and I blew up.
So this time I made it into the arena without any real issue, and went over to the buttons again. I pressed the left most one again, realizing it must be some sort of pattern. I then pressed the second from the left button. I heard a soft whirring noise. Then I pressed the second from the right, and nothing happened. Finally I pressed the one furthest to the right, and some weird victory jingle played. I felt good. I headed clockwise around the river, past another 2 buttons, and made my way to the northeast building, where Garrison, a friend of mine, pressed on 2 spark plugs. there were 2 columns of 3, and he pressed the top left one, then the top right one. A victory jingle played, and I knew we one.

7 Aug 2011

On a long journey, we were originally three. We were in a canoe traveling down a river through a jungle which looked like South America when one of my companions deliberately capsized the vessel. The boat sank and we could not get ashore because the shore was deadly for some reason. We had no choice but to swim along the river. My other companion was angry and tried to drown the offender, holding his head under water for about twenty seconds at a time, then releasing him before repeating. I told him to leave it and follow me downstream. He did but the guilty man tried to swim against the river, but eventually defeated, went with the current and joined us again by which time Mr Judge Jury and Executioner had cooled off enough to accept him back. It was generally accepted to have been just a bad joke though no word was again spoken on the matter. Somehow I had a very large stick which seemed to have come from the boat though what purpose it served I am sure I do not understand. It could have been a punting pole. Anyhow, I thought it prudent to hold onto. We reached a small tributary stream and decided to swim up this. After some distance the trees ceased and we were allowed ashore. The current was not strong at first but a rain surge headed down stream against us. We struggled on until the point where the trees thinned and then made our way ashore. I said, "we should stick to the water until we're back in the trees." what I meant was that we were heading back to a plantation from which we had come and since we didn't know how far it was, we needed access to the water. As we progressed, our party seemed to grow with random people who seemed to be adventure seeking. We came to a rocky pass which was guarded by a native tribe who seemed very interested in war. They had large bundles of spears ready to throw at us and many men as well as numerous other armaments. One member of our party suggested that they would be willing to accept another contest in place of war. This was agreeable since we had few weapons ourselves and no skill in war. I approached to parle and was accepted due to my courage in casually grabbing a bundle of spears from one of their warriors and examining it. One new member of our party was Lady Ga Ga, as played by Cher. The war tribe had Beyonce. They were to go head to head in a battle of wits. They were to each construct a rope structure which would be set fire to. Who ever made the rope structure which lasted the longest was to win. If Lady Ga Ga won, we would be permitted to pass. If on the other hand Beyonce won, we would have to turn away from the river and find another way. This was a great spectacle which was enjoyed by all. Lady Ga Ga won but it was late and we decided to stay and party the night, continuing in the morning. The next day, the party had been replaced with my school year group and we were on a coach. We were heading to a beach resort to stay for a few days. It was kind of like a cross between Jyndabine and Schoolies. On arrival after a long journey, the weather was beautiful and we were all dressed and ready for the surf but we were instructed to get into our school suits and attend a formal greeting upon which I discovered that my suit was missing along with many other items which I had packed. This caused me to destabilize and I was thrown out of the dream before I could realize that it was a dream.