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.
Location:” parents’ old news agency. A group of people had entered the front and went out the back. I seemed to be hiding as was another person.
The other person planned to kill me. We wrestled. He got shot in the head. I left via the front after making sure his prints were on the gun.
Police looking at CCTV. Someone said they looked back into the shop via a hole in the wall. Saw someone leave (me). CCTV saw me and clear shot of face. Police said I was a cool character to just saunter away.
Despite that dream taking place at about 3am and no lights on in the shop, CCTV has me in daylight and it was busy.
Dream changed track and rear of shop was unlocked. Maybe I could cast doubt and say someone else could have skilled the guy. Evidence that I did it was not even circumstantial.
Some of the dream concentrated on how I could erase or manipulate the video and how that would not work due to chain of custody and the original being in the evidence store.
Multiple times during this dream I kept thinking I should record it when I woke.
My mother seemed to be staying at my place and was using a chest of draws as a bed. She was simultaneously regular size as well as dwarf size. She was coughing and having trouble breathing and after a little bit, ceased to be alive.
I said, “rest now, forever sleep, earned it you have” channelling Yoda.
I then rang up my father and said “I have bad news”. He replied with “she’s dead, isn’t she”. MY voice cracked a little as I began the call.
I was then wondering how I was to ring her remaining siblings and break the news.
After that I was wondering where she’d left her funeral plans as somehow I was now the executor.
Something about something that could have been done to prolong her life discovered at the autopsy and the dream tried to make me feel guilty I could have saved her. I squashed that narrative right away. There is no sense agonising on what or what not may have happened following certain decision points.
– Large park at night
– Spying on vandals graffiting fence
– Two people wanted to bury a body. I was tasked with digging the hole
– Hole dug is a bed’s mattress
– The two girls I dig the hole for left town soon after.
Location seemed to be wide grassy city drain
White suits (protective).
Three oil storage towers offshore. Me and one other to put explosive devices in them. Needed to remove the blue coverings from each tower, climb up using the inbuilt metal ladder, place device, recover and not be seen.
Well working on Tower one, suddenly they are much smaller and in the corner of a clean room. Technicians are approaching. We try to be invisible and when noticed walk away like we are meant to be there. We degown and some government official is nosy.
Hotel room. Bed. Official has a master access card. Asked what Holograms are for. Top one will tell him what is stolen.
Leaves room. Cream holograms are for. Top one will tell him what is stolen.
Leaves room. Dream knowledge says he will check our security badges for authenticity and they will not pass.
News paper announces we will face a firing squad of four Australian Navy officers that are visiting. at this point someone (perhaps me) is reading the article and placing cut out hats on the photo of me in the paper.
Flash to the firing squad. The shooters are women from a theatre company thinking they are there for an audition. I’m in two places at once. Being lined up and looking fat in tan pants and white shirt. My partner is in dark blue. I’m intructing the leaders to shoot us not fatally. They comply and after faking death for a few seconds I have to wear short we run away down the footpath we are not pursued. I am next heading towards the ocean for an extraction, wandering through the suburbs. The voice of my partner comes from a doorway, but it is not him. Inside the complex, a businessman is discussing the redevelopment of the site. Lots of security/police walking about and eyeballing me.
It turns out the main guy was a world of War Craft question partner from his ago. We leave “my” place (still in the foreign country) to catch up on our world of War Craft playing.
Entering home, there is graffiti in the floor, dripping water from the ceiling and are forced open rear door. The Place is split level.
On the upper level I find my wallet on the floor. It had been emptied of all contents with the exception of a single card. I do not have my bank details. I look to the sky and exclaim “Noooooooo!”