I was watching women running forward through a dormitory corridor. The camera was on their face. Every so often (at regular intervals) then women would be snared in some sort of trap.
The view could be described as FPS, but reversed.
They would drop out of view as the mechanism killed them. After about four or five of these I tried to avert my gaze as it was getting too much for me.
The traps seemed to be similar to those portrayed in the movie Cube.
I’d poisoned and then disposed of a female who as the dream continued, turned out to be a second cousin and as the dream continued, appeared to have been poisoned by her father.
Surveillance tapes hinted at me, though the tapes were lost. Something bout a skull on a boot.
I think at one point of the dream there was thoughts that this was a repeating dream (though nothing to do with the killing, relatives or any other major event – maybe just the location which was around where my cousin’s parent lived.
Something about Predators in a more Klingon type environment. They appeared to have abducted me (though I was female and viewing this all from third person).
I was in a rusted metal rack, being forced backwards by chains so they could chop off my head. Not very sporting I was thinking.
A black a white cat just out of kitten hood was wandering past to the left (of my view which was from in front of the rack). The cat appeared to be a pet.
When my head was chopped off I then appeared as an energy being and smote them all.
Next up I’m talking to a “female” Predator asking if they had sexes. Apparently they did not. After asking how they reproduced, I was informed a bit of their hair would fall off and then grow to a new being. I wanted to ask how many orifices they had.
This conversation took place in a supermarket while in the medical section while browsing for condoms (or sports gel?) with cyclists on the packaging.
I was sitting in the canteen of an old workplace <redacted>. I think I was working on my cycle training plans and looking at my heart rates zones on a scrap of paper. There was a grid. Most of the boxes were green end of line. The paper appeared worn.
Behind me he was a doctor. He was examining a duplicate of my paper scrap. Something on paper ” stopped working” as far as I can figure as supposedly I had a heart attack.
The Dr. was going to call it. I was next to him pounding on the paper and getting at him to try to revive me.
After a couple of minutes, he glanced behind him at the clock to note the time of death.
This was irritating as I clearly was alive. I started going through my current work drawer wondering how/who would get all my stuff. Woke up unsettled.
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.
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.
Lots of dream snippets these last few weeks.
Someone tried to have sex with me one morning. When I wetted his cock with saliva, he then said something like “You really wanted me to fuck you!” like he was not serious. I responded with “You were the one poking your cock between my arse cheeks. He then proceeded to fuck me.
Thing themed. Set in a cargo ship. About eight of us. Take over us by physical contact. One was a mergy handshake and that was the only “special effect”. The second last one, I put my head in some goop on a table and went “oh no!”. Multiple person perspective. All mates?
Final scene on bot in conference room. Remaining human said “We have prepared for this.” At this point all the taken over humans had black eyes (yeah, stereotypical take over look). Something about the taken over humans being duplicates of people either dead or safely home. Probably dead as scene of an F1 driver crashed and dead with car being lifted by a crane and various people, including Iron Man fighting an unseen opponent at a grand prix.
Iron Man died after putting two track girls in his suit. A female voice was telling me “That was pretty cool”.
White corridor. Semi secret door. <redacted> received a text that she was required at “the” cafe. Told me to follow in a minute. When I opened the door, before I close it, I put something like a do not disturb sign on the handle.
It took multiple attempts to get it not to fall off. The door would not close properly. It had shrunk and the tongue would not latch.
Big white corridor.
Spacious room with high ceiling and tables arranged like in a wedding. People looking at me. No <redacted>. I looked around before sitting in a spare seat.
<redacted> then appeared.
<redacted> showed up. He was 18 and not dead. He was there to tell me/us about something discovered on YouTube that brought people back from the dead.
It worked really well given he had been dead for about 25 years.
A rat was in a brown paper bag on the table. It was dead but reanimating.
I wondered if this was communicable. What would be the impact if it was non-discriminatory.
Police officer confronts murderer. Asks where the bodies are. Murderer opens up car boot. Rummages around, spins around and throws a slug creature at the police officer.
Slug creature burrows into victim and eats him/her/it away from the inside.
The police officer had difficulty breathing and after about a minute, rapidly shrunk and was deposited next to four to six other consumed bodies.
This explained where the bodies went.
One thought track had them still alive. Other track investigated the murderer. He was immune to the slugs, though deformed it it/them.
Went to a card game. Holes in side of head where either the slug had been removed or was hiding.
Third party observation.