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i dreamed i was the last person alive on earth. everyone else had been killed by a dragon from outer space. and the dragon kept me alive because he wanted the information that i knew, but i didn't want to give it to him, so i and the dragon sat there for hours in this room. and halfway through the dream i wondered 'is this a dream or not??' and i wasn't sure, because i knew it had to be a dream, but it seemed so real, like i couldn't distinguish it from reality, except for a faint bit of haziness. and then my moment of lucidity was gone.

i never ended up giving the dragon what he wanted, i woke up before then. we kind of became friends though while we were waiting. ii like the dragon, he's cool.

Another one of mine for you, symbolists.

The dream took place in an airliner.

It started with me sitting in one of the passenger’s seats in what seemed to be a fully-seated passenger’s cabin. I stood up and went to the front because I wanted to visit the lavatory. The water closet was located very close to the pilot’s cabin (this fact was highlighted).  It was occupied at the time so I decided to stand and wait. However, a security person came from the pilot’s cabin soon after. He demanded me to back off (my interpretation was that I cannot stand that close to the pilot room for some reason). Still, I have said no and explained the situation. The guard tased my leg with a taser. I just stood there, amused inside because of how unreasonably he acted and repeated that I shall not leave. Guard tased me again. To which I replied “Could you please stop tasing me?” I turned my head back and saw some grandma entering the lavatory. I thought to myself, okay, I can wait a little more. The grunt tased me again, but, just like the first time, I did not feel that and his actions seemed to be somewhat robotic, like he was not a thinking being.

After a while the powder room was free again and I walked in. However, the place inside was completely different from what I was expecting at first. It was a gallery room, featuring an exhibition of various guns. I decided to wander there for a while and soon noticed that there were many Lego figures, scattered randomly around the guns in the glass exhibition containers. The guns were also set in a random order, some had their shackles out. There was a lady in her sixties or so, whom I deducted was a keeper of the exhibition. I inquired about the Legos and it turned out they should not have been placed there and the woman was thinking what to do with them. Long story short, I ended up sorting these Lego figures into piles, pondering the whole time about which of them I will take with me (for some reason I could only take us much as I could fit into some box, so I did not rush into filling it up. I had to pay 13 Dollars for it, which seemed a good deal. But at some time a thought occurred to me that I might as well pay more and take them all). All the figures were definite matches of the real life ones. I was amused to see that the shining armour from some knight series was full, albeit scattered amongst the figures. I was not happy nor was I sad, rather I was busy and content, which I enjoyed greatly. Sadly, after a while I realised that it was a dream and I will not get to keep those figures. I still continued browsing, though, but woke up soon after that.

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Some relevant input – despite I have not even touched a single Lego for 8+ years, I sometimes dream about wandering in a store, etc., searching for some Legos. No, I do not actually want to play with it, I think that it is much more related with the past in general.

The staff whom tased me acted quite similarly to the people in Hitman series when they recognize you, I suspect this is where guard’s robotic behaviour came from.

I've had this dream twice now. I am carrying a box up stairs, the box has all of my belongings, I am moving into a new place with my girlfriend(my girlfriend is the only variable that changes from the two dreams.) and her friend. I set my things next to myself in this bright white house. I sit down on a lounging chair while my girlfriend goes to get the remainder of my things(she for some reason takes days to do this, despite the car being outside.) The chair I am sitting on rests right in front of an indoor pond. On the glass table nest to me is a asian/oriental plant I have no idea what it is called, I just know its very common. The plant's root system travels into the floor and directly to a spot inside the pond. It's root system is surrounded by koi and other fish which swim inbetween the root system, nourishing it, the plant lives off these fish alone. 

Less than a foot away from me, the same image is reflected but instead of the plant being mine it belongs to my girl's friend. Some really good looking Asian-american girl , wearing a very loose white tank top and tattoos running all down her back. She is always reading, we are close but very rarely say anything to each other. I am enticed into seducing her a couple times by my own whims, before remembering it is not my place and my faith is with my own girlfriend. I start talking to her about how nice her plant looks as we sit in these chairs next to eachother, she acknowledges and tries to start a conversation but is discouraged when I deliberately show I am not interested with repeated, one word responses. Soon enough I look down in the pond to see a giant brown bear swimming around. It is graceful and cute, I gave him a name but forgot each time. I start taking pride in him, I value him more than the plant and for some reason that disturbs me. 

The bear swims around the giant pond my plant and her plant have their roots in like an otter, never needing air. Soon enough he gets hungry and starts eating the fish swimming around the roots. With each fish eaten, the plant loses a segment of itself and gets smaller, my plant is the first to be affected but I do not care, I like the bear. Soon he eats from the friends bear and she is hysteric, crying about it and she knows the bear belongs to me as my pet. Soon as the days go on her complaints increase as the bear is only eating from her plant. In a fit of anxiety, I pick up the root systems and switch plants, hoping the bear will go for mine instead of hers. As I switch the plants the chairs grow farther and farther apart, until they are on other sides of the room. It doesnt work, instead the bear has eaten all the fish and our plants are now dying. My girlfriend finally comes up and the hysteria and crying from her and her friend prompt me to kill the bear. It is a very sad thing for me to do, I am almost on the verge of tears when I wait for him to touch the roots and I drop this net on him. It falls in the water and pins him to the bottom of the pond, he cannot move once the net is on him. I leave him there, knowing he is old and his life expectancy is almost up, he will die by the next day(apparently the water bear lives like 3 days, whole life cycle) anyhow I watch him sit there and die.

It is again a very sad/emotional time for me, my girlfriend and her friend show their sympathies, but I am too heartbroken by the loss of the water bear to continue being there anymore. I grab my box of belongings and head down the stairs, at this point I wake up. 

For the past 3 weeks or so, I've had these same dreams daily. It's nothing but the same day I had prior, but with me choosing different paths with more favorable outcomes or better circumstances just appearing. It's a pretty shit mood im in when I wake up, realizing the mistakes I made here in this life, what could have been if I didnt slip. It's a feeling of loss and guilt because I am(or feel) at fault for denying myself those favorable outcomes in life. The guilt is enough to make me subconsciously second guess myself and raise quite a bit of anxiety when making major decisions. Im hopeful it will pass soon. 

Fresh from today.

In the dream I was in a big room, looking somewhat similar to a parking lot, though there were nothing but gray walls, darker floor, ceiling and presumably light sources. In the top left corner of the room there was a hole in the floor, which, I concluded, had to be the way towards the stairs.

The dream begun with me being at the other side of the room and calmly walking towards the stairs, minding my own business. I do not know why but the main emphasis was me getting there. As I walked, I was looking around, albeit not picking up much detail (and there also was not much to see).

When I had passed about the half of the distance, I looked slightly to the right (before I was paying more attention to the left) and saw four blokes, whom must have been ended up there via the stairs. They had these criminal-looking faces (like The Socio) with hints to alcoholism (at least I noted that). They were eyeing me up judgmentally and I knew they would be trouble. When I walked past the last one, he moved his arm to his pocket. I, however, was quicker to draw a knife and slice through his neck. The other one had a pair of some kind of Spyderco "Harpy" and "Endura" hybrids (not the "Civilian"), made of Damascus steel. He was trying to get me with the one in his right arm, but I pushed the arm away with my left hand and sliced his neck too with the knife in my right hand. I then somehow took his knife he had in his left hand (with my left hand). They were some really nicely done knives, I noticed.

I did something to the third fellow too, however, I can not seem to know what nor what guns he carried (first one seemed to be reaching for a pistol) because the focus of my mind went towards thinking how pretty the Spyderco Endura Damascus would look and that I should re-order one (the one I did order ended up lost in transit). I also went through the email conversation with the seller, ending up with me getting a refund, during the time too.

I started paying attention to my surroundings again when I was sort of hugging the fourth offender while having stabbed his kidney. Afterwards I pushed him and sliced through his tummy as he was falling.

Then I stood there for a brief moment and the view shifted from the first person to the view from the place I had started this journey. It featured me walking to the stairs and going down. Then I woke up a minute before my alarm.

The overall mood of the dream was quite neutral, sort of dream-like. Also, there was no blood or anything. The offenders seemed to be rather dull and not moving too quickly (perhaps due to the drinking). Lastly, I did not seem to pay any more attention to what I was doing than I had in order to get things done.

It would seem that I wanted to get out of the room and did everything that was necessary. Still, the "camera" going from the first person to the part in which I begun this trip... seems fairly relevant despite it was revealed that I walked out. 

The plant was there first, it represented my roots, values, the process in which I would grow. The was was just my current life style, it was clear which had to go at that one points once I was forced to choose.

Lol, so your sense of entitlement is causing you guilt by saying "You're depriving this amazing guy his birthright that is an amazing perfect life". If I had a bullet for each of our parents I would.

i had a weird dream, it wasn't like a normal dream because somehow i had managed to drift off to sleep when i wasn't really tired, so it was like i was half-dreaming and half-imagining the dream. anyway, i was being kept prisoner by this guy, and he made me eat a round capsule that was full of amber liquid, and what this thing did was, whenever i looked at things i saw hallucinations of shit moving across my vision, which wasn't frightening in and of itself, but whatever the thing was made it seem absolutely terrifying. and i was standing there chained to the wall and i was freaking the fuck out, trying to curl up into a little ball so that i didn't have to see anything anymore but the chains wouldn't let me. and then i gradually became aware that the dream wasn't real and that there was actually a real world, but at the same time i was still trapped in the dream world, and i was like half in the dream and half out of it. and in the dream the guy gave me another amber capsule that made all of the hallucinations go away, and then i finally came awake, and i had to reassure myself that there weren't those terrifying things flying at me anymore. then i laid there for a while trying to go back to sleep but i couldn't, and then i got up and it was only 11:30 and i was pissed because now i was going to be awake for the whole night.