I was jumping off the back of a cruise ship. To stop myself hitting the water and impacting the props, I imagined a rope so I could swing to safety. Very Bose Einstein condensates as I was simultaneously going splat and swinging.
1950’s seated in bar, boxers only. Apparently it is the middle of WWI.
I imagined wearing army uniform at which point I decide I am in a dream and it is lucid. Imagining the uniform was a tad slow and clunky and I was not able to do much besides chat up some lady in the back of the very quiet bar.
I was at the top of Coach Road in Moe and the small tin shed was open to the south. A person was in there with a medium sized telescope. It looked like a refractor, probably a compound (?). Black. Polished. SSE.
I noticed safety equipment on the back wall – yellow vests and other unspecified things.
Pretty sure there was more to it. I recall thinking I should record the dream. I was not lucid, despite such thoughts.
Lucid dream. I had transmission fluid leaking inside car from steering column so knew I was dreaming.
Something about a carbon fibre black helicopter and it braking up. I recall thinking I should wake up and write the dream down.
I was on a bus trip over seas somewhere. We were driving around through a jungle at stages, and a dry mountainous region at times. I appeared to have missed my stop as I think heard some of my friends calling my name. Despite this I fell asleep. I woke up and the myself and three others were at some sort of complex that appeared to be in an Asian country – there we bilingual signs in English and some Asiatic script.
The operators said were had been abducted to work in a camp for a week. I began to demand to speak with the Australian consulate. Such demands were not met. We were lead inside to what appeared to be an underground complex. We had to empty our pockets and place all of our possessions in the green bags you can get from the supermarket. I was not keen on giving up my mobile as it appeared to be an advanced version of a lap top and thus contained my life on it.
Once we emptied our pockets, we had to strip and place all our clothes in the bags too. Once this was done we had to put on blue smocks, baby spew coloured pants, latex gloves on our hands and feet and some sandals. I wound up in a cell/room talking with an ancient while the rest of my companions (and a considerable number of others) were placed on a train. As the train took off, it keeled over crashed, blew up and killed everyone n board. The guards ten said that tomorrow, our job would be to clean up the mess.
The ancient was giving me the heads up on my situation. Supposedly travellers had been getting abducted for years never to be seen again. We were destined to be worked for years, not the week we were told we would be required for. During this time I was plotting my escape and clutching my green bag. The only problem was that I could not figure out where to head as I had no idea where on the planet I was and the innate knowledge of which way was north appeared to be on the fritz.
I complained to the guards that I was sick of sitting around doing nothing and as it was a work camp, I wanted work. At the very least, that would allow me to get out earlier. At this the guards smiled. I said that I supposed they thought that was ironic as they only way out was on a stretcher (presumably dead). Amusing for them, not so for me given my immortality. They got me to follow a 4 year old outside to do some work. The work turned out to be killing a new born. “Stepping on it should do the trick” the 4 year old said. I baulked at this so the 4 year old shot the baby dead. Some old dude took offence to this and shot the 4 year old dead. Some Kenyan guars appeared and shot the old guy dead and trained their guns on me. I meanwhile appeared to be cowering under a bush. The guards then apologised to me saying they did not realise it was me / that I was new here.
At about this stage I was introduced to the leader of a bunch of mercenaries. The leader appeared to resemble a Hollywood actor of the tall blonde heroic type but I think he looked more like Richard Branson. Not long after this a Matthew McConaughey look alike was trying to get me to cook some burgers with him on a weird assed tandoori oven (it appeared to be inside out). I was refusing to do so as I was not sure as to how lenient the guards were, even if they appeared to be treating me quite differently to the rest of the abductees. Due to my refusal he was getting frisky and splashing me with warm greasy water. I wandered off past some weird looking compound resembling a beer garden populated with some more mercenaries. I washed myself under a down spout and as I wandered back to the main complex, one of the guards was with mercs in the beer garden as giving me nasty looks. (this sentance makes sense in dream context)
All the while I continued plotting my escape, wondering where to head and how to get my possessions before I fled.
The dream then cut to the inside of a helicopter where the pilot and co-pilots had night vision wetware implants. They were discussing their next abduction – a bus load of documentary makers in the area.
This swung to a scene of the docco makers in a swamp (it appeared to be somewhere in Florida) They were busy docco making. I got the impression that they would be the key to my escape.
My last thoughts were I should write this all down when I woke up, but I was not keen on waking as this was only act one of the dream and I would be unlikely to resume when I fell back asleep. I guess by this, is was partially lucid.
The dream appeared to have a detached/tongue in cheek feeling.
I was reading Death’s Law and realized I was in the Library of Knowledge, so I went looking for something decent.