My poor eyesight was fixed by orthotics. The orthotics were padlock slide bolts. Very large ones complete with the metal bit that would attach to a fence. Reportedly, “there is nothing wrong with your eyesight. You are just seeing everything 8 pixels larger than normal. This leads to some fuzziness.”
The CEO of my company had been driving on a farm and was killed by a freight train. He seems to have driven across the train’s path. There was speculation regarding whether or not the company’s base of operations would move out of Russia.
Something about a large sparse room with an escape portal in the floor. To exit the room, one would step on a spot on the floor. Some people would vanish, some could sink.
I was tidying up something or making sure everyone else got out (though there was only me and a cat).
When it was my turn to leave, I sank into the floor. I was holding a cat and a rabbit.
As I was enveloped, I took a deep breath as there was a suffocating wet blackness.
I was concerned that this would be distressing for the rabbit and cat.
There was some sort of mental projection asking about three options of death notification and means of disposal.
I was injected with a burning fluid (it felt like my blood was boiling) and apparently I was killed. An electronic notification was sent to everyone on my contact list. Five minutes later I resurrected. I then had to tell people, no, there had been a glitch. I was actually alive. I also needed to assure them I’d not been killed in the first place, in order to protect the secret that I was immortal.
People I had not heard from in years (eg <redacted>) has expressed their condolences in the meantime.
I cannot recall anything in the way of content. The dream was one of the epic ones with a subjective duration of between 3 and 6 months. I woke up refreshed and feeling like I’d had a long holiday.
Went to Peru to reproduce an attack on a computer system. Scary driving. Lots of running on foot as late. Weird geography. Guy from Germany writing malicious code. Stayed in secure place as “last time!”. Playing a board game.
Seige movie. Large room reminiscent of the Churchill Binishell. Setup with computer desks.
Some guard/invader was very personable before he shot a kid to make a point.
Need to print computer specs. Vic Police helicopter did a flyby and was spinning around wildly.
Computers off desks. All in room on floor watching a boring documentary. I only had my underpants on.
Dream seemed to repeat.
Then I was at my parents’ house. I had a lenses on it a black puck (I cannot read my scribble!) The bad guys had been looking for it.
The cube melted and an infinity stone was now in a rubber glove. Rather than hand it over, I put the glove on as my eyes glowed green.
The swat team never arrived. Me taking control of the stone meant the siege initiators left peacefully and amicably.
The dream began on a railway platform as I was trying to find some sort of portal. I was chasing a kid on a BMX. I seemed to have an earpiece on.I saw the portal from the corner of my eye, but when I turned, it vanished.
Some discussion on the earpiece lead to me turning left and seeing the BMX ride down a corridor and get into a blue train. I gave chase.
Everyone inside was sitting in order and the cabin was spacious.
The BMX guy took off his hoody and revealed he was in a police uniform. He joined another.
Four inspectors were riding stationary bikes at the head of the train which was now hall sized.
A ticket inspector started asking for tickets. Everyone jostled and the cabin became empty/sparse.
I was then joined by someone else I’d supposedly been traveling with all the time. The inspector now wanted to see work permits. We handed over our passports instead. Given we were now in an alternate universe, giving over our passports was a hunch. We were discussing options of they were not suitable. I has a phone signal though no charge. Our documents were on a table and were looked at last. When they were returned, the inspector said we should add details to the or else we could get in trouble.