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.
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.