This one is a long one, and difficult to put together chronologically. Basically I was both watching and living inside a Tintin movie. Oddly Tintin wasn’t much of a character. I was in a group of four – there was a young boy, me (a teenager), and two adults. We were on a mission and were also on the run. We had been enslaved or imprisoned by some sort of government or organization.
I remember escaping enslavement and impersonating staff within the organization. I did a variety of jobs, including waitstaff and mining. As a miner I was thought of as ‘the new guy’ and so was shown how to do different things, making the facade easier. Continue reading
Being in a city, not being sure if it was a miniature city or a macro city. Kinda post apocalyptic, self-contained. There was a sort of edge before the horizon. There was also an edge to the society, like people wanted to rebel against the engineers who ran it. It was a soft society but people who raised trouble were killed or disappeared. They weren’t really sure what the purpose of this society was. (This was written when half-awake and on further reflection, I have no idea what it means.)
Some sort of impending science fictiony disaster was going to affect a small town and it’s surroundings. I’m thinking lightning-rimmed dimensional gates opening and swallowing up chunks of it, stranding them in space or somewhere else they should not be and cannot exist. I remember observing this phenomenon from the cockpit of a flying vehicle, soaring through skyscrapers of machinery under a purple-red-yellow sky, and being repeatedly denied clearance to land.
Some sort of dystopia. I was part of a plot to bomb an airplane, which would somehow further the goals of the resistance movement. An internet-savvy Japanese girl was involved. Also, so was time-travel.
The problem is the dream shifted gears to being about how annoying my subconscious seems to consider my parents, and yet never shed the dystopia/terrorism sub-plot, which made it really annoying. Continue reading
I was part of a post-alien invasion society. It was a sort of authoritarian village system run on the inside of a highschool in the middle of the country. I don’t think we were even allowed outside. Village gathering places were the gymnasium, cafeteria, assembly hall etc. The alien masters were never seen but gave orders through the class of human collaborators that oversaw the village and ensured productivity and adherence to rules; they were either thugs or insufferable bossy control freaks (one reminded me of the girl in charge of yearbook I had the misfortune of working with at T-School). All the villagers had a job to do, sometimes several, but instructions could come from the top at any time changing this or giving special assignments. Continue reading
The following dream also involved me as a military action type guy on an adventure on a space ship or space station or space base. I was shooting at henchmen in black metallic armor and bit pointy helmets and then taking their rayguns and using those. I was rescuing, escorting a group of prisoners. Giving them guns.
We came across a room full of machine turrets and I started throwing grenades at them. The grenades kept overshooting, or bouncing off of them and exploding too far away. Wouldn’t you know, it ended up none of the turrets were even activated. Continue reading
On a journey on foot across the countryside with some other men. Post apocalyptic feel. We came across some rocky terrain, and there was a sudden dip to this ravine, surrounded by cliffs. There was the wreckage of a large crashed helicopter – lying on its side – but there was something more at the bottom of the ravine. If you peered over the edge of the ravine you could see some sort of structure about four floors down. It might have been another craft that had crashed, or a military shelter or base that had been abandoned. The ravine was steep – unnaturally so, so that the walls may have actually curved almost in the fashion of cliffs in cartoons. Continue reading