Head injury
I'm in the hospital, in a coma. I had fallen while roller-blading, and hit my head, hard on the pavement. But though my body is unconscious on the hospital bed, I'm awake and aware, in an out of body state. I don't remember all the details, but at some point I was trying to get through to my brother that I was alive and OK outside of my body.
I was able to make him aware of me. I was somehow able to impress my thoughts into his mind. But he was unsure if it was me, or his own thoughts he was hearing.
I eventually wake up in the hospital, And I'm telling people about my out of body experience.
Heart attack
I'm a little kid, and I'm with my dad. Both my dad and I are not the same people as were are in real life.(In my dads case was.) My dad looks like a completely different person. Anyway my dad has some land, and we decide we are going to build a golf course on it. Only we are going to do it by hand, using gardening tools. We are working hard tearing up the ground with digging tools and rakes. getting the ground ready to plant the smooth green grass.
My dad suddenly begins clutching his hands to his chest, and falls over in the dirt. I panic. I have a cell phone, and call for help. The rescue people come and take him away.
Old job
I'm at an old job working. It's busy and somebody is trying to help me, but they are getting in my way, more than they are helping.
Driving
I'm driving a car down the road way to fast. I keep trying to slow down to the speed limit. but my lead foot keeps making the car accelerate far beyond the legal speed.
My perspective shifts so that I'm looking out the back window, but still trying to steer the car. I'm trying to anticipate the curves, and keep the car on the road. still going way to fast, it's very difficult and stressful. But somehow I manage to keep the car on the road. After a time my perspective gets really screwy, everything is spinning and I'm getting dizzy, almost like vertigo from fear of height.
Nap dreams
Possibly three separate fragments, from one longer dream. I'm not sure.
Video game
I'm playing a first person war shooter on the computer. Cartoon looking army characters are coming at me in force. I'm open firing on them with a machine gun. I'm tearing them apart, they are just getting mangled. Limbs are getting blown off, and holes and chunks taken out of their bodies, and blood spraying everywhere.
(More RAMBO influenced gore!)
Fence climbing
Next, I'm with somebody, and we are climbing this series of tall chain link fences, with barbed wire at the top. I decide to just completely ignore the barbs and climb over them. Once over the last fence, I look at my hands, and there are what appears to be long rusty needles embedded in the palms of my hands. I realize, it's from climbing over the fences. I joke around feeling like I have metal hands like wolverine from X-men.
I make a few claw like swipes through the air.
Taken prisoner
I think I may have gotten pulled into the video game dream, and it lead to this.
I'm walking down some corridors. there is a woman with me. We are on some kind of mission, I'm not sure what. We are in the place of are enemies. And I have the idea that this is a video game we are in. I have some kind of powerful claw hand now.
As we walk along the corridor, two men wearing suits come out of a door and begin following us.(they look like some kind of agents.)
I turn to confront them. I think, that I'm supposed to be able to hit them, and they will explode, or die or something if I hit them hard enough. I take a swipe At one of the men with my claw hand. His head is slammed into the wall, but other than that, it has no effect. he just bounces off the wall and keeps coming. I try again with the same results. We continue walking away faster. And the agents follow. Two more of them step out of another doorway. I take a swing at them, as hard as I can. again, the guy just bounces off the wall and keeps coming at me. Around a bend in the corridor, two more agents appear.
They overpower us, and drag us away. Locked in an interrogation room. The place now has the feel of a police station. And we are being questioned.
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