Strange repeating dream with an infinity stone and green glowing eyes

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.

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You tube and a reanimation formula

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.

Not sure what was going on here…

Scientist. CRISPR injection. Superhuman. Seemed to be simultaneously chered? / not by the guy so he could upgrade me. This did not make a whole lot of sense given I was fully supportive of his work.

There seemed to be a split observation of events going on here.

Over time, more and more in the sim white corridored complex were becoming cloned (for want of a better description). White coat tall.

Gelled white hair “mowhaked”. The main antagonist had shiny black pants/leggings/ At one point “trapped in hallway”. In alcove with fire extinguisher. Thought of braining one of the pursuers with it.

Strange slug creature and a murderer

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.

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Slug creature burrows into victim and eats him/her/it away from the inside.

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The police officer had difficulty breathing and after about a minute, rapidly shrunk and was deposited next to four to six other consumed bodies.

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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.

The 2nd dream was rather odd

Dream 1:
I was in a corner at work. My boss comes over. “I guess everyone can hear from here. Your trip to Moscow has not been approved”.

Dream 2:
Worried about money in my wallet. A stranger on a bike thought to be shadowing me.
A petrol station had a hotel out back. Room 80. When I found the “room”, it was a shelf on a wall.

Other “residents” evicted as not sharing the landlord belief in creation

Hotel had a blue collar theme. Strange setup. Alternated between clear land before the building of K-Mart in Moe and Matthew Flinders (but no resemblance).

 

Alien invasion goes off the rails, dream style

On a beach. Aliens come out of the water. Pseudopod things. They attack.  Misunderstanding?

<Lots of filler>

Something about, what about Planet GXX3B (or something). It seemed a good candidate to support life if we could find flowering plants, something, something.

Next I am there. Starts as an aerial shot that looked like a computer game. The pseudopoddy things chase us. We can burrow and a general, me and another shimmy up
a tree, create what look like big wood pecker holes and are safe as the aliens cannot climb.

Next, big rectangular facility. Overrun with aliens. I try to explain my hypothesis. Then we are in a department store, but it has no roof. I am sms-ing Earth saying that the mining operation is unviable and they are operating at a 50% loss.

Something about patchy satellite coverage as there’s one communication satellite and it is in a low orbit. I can see it if I use my phone’s camera. The camera also loads up an astronomy program automatically.

Next we are headed back into the rectangular complex – it has been cleared of the aliens.

The doors shut before I get in. I wind up floating. I had a purpose for that, but the bad weather (windy) kept me from getting more than 10m off the ground. Location is now the park near my parents’. Complex to the west. A reporter and cameraman are there. Before they can film me hovering, I drift off  to some bushes to the east.

They catch up and it is the Bizarre Foods guy. Says he’s been chasing me for ages. He had heard about my penchant for raw meat and “meat guessing?”. Where I take  randomly sourced meat and wing it when i <seen> on it. Not sure if the cameraman was filming during this conversation.

I say the tenderest, most juicy meat I’d had was a bit that had turned green.  Cooked the absolute shit out of it and was amazingly good.

Note: the bit about the green meat is from reality. 

We also discussed that if a dig was being aggressive and growling, growling back at
it would make it go yipe/whimper

Ants and Worms

I built a mound of dirt on an ant hill and it was in the shape of a dinosaur fin.

Soon the ants had moved into and integrated their structure.

A little later, a long worm was slithering through the ant hill (a little to the <raft?>) and I was thinking it was brave. Right after that, it was attacked by the ants.

Lots more to this dream, but it is really fuzzy. Something made me remember this dream on the way home from work.

Retro Modern Dream and another one just remembered

Many dreams. The only one I can remember seem to take place at Fisher Street and I was watching movies on a modern system (Plex).

I played in audiocassette and a girls voice said I’d had the opportunity for the last year to hook up with her but had been blinded and was operating under a false sense of security. I window had closed.

I spoke aloud to myself “yes I know. I was an idiot”. I accidentally pressed the on button for a DVD player and it was very noisy.

Dream 2

I just remembered another. I was asked if I was racing this weekend I replied “yes” without thinking.

It was an 80 km handicap. Racing would be a tad tricky as I was overseas at the time.

A strange paranormal dream and then a boring one

Dream 1

Council of Witches is approving an attack on something I ran.. Discussion on how that have never been allowed. Consent given in the end. 3rd party view.

Necked seen. My Nannas old house (on the outside) they were little different. Modern on the inside. The attackers announce themselves. Someone commented that he must be working alone as the Counsil of Witches would never approve an attack.

Something about living surveillance things leaving red smudges on the walls when we deployed them.

We switch to mics on the fibreglass poles which were flung into the  gutter.

Something about deoying someone who would listen in on the attackers and whatever was heard would be sent directly to a screen and converted to text.

Me outside crawling. Throw one of the listening device is around the corner at the back of the house.

I hear “amateurish” and a big burly guy comes around the corner holding the listing device (we called them dogs by the way).

I grabbed him by the neck from the back. He pulled out a box cutter blade and demonstrates how (in various ways) he could cut me. I squeeze harder.

I wind up with his gun in my left hand and holding the blade between my thumb and index finger in my right.

He retreats along with the rest.

I go inside. Modern kitchen. Resembling the inside of an ex girlfriends family friends place in Perth (but not really). Something something. I say “at least we scored another gun”.

Dream 2

Talking to someone about how I never buy anything for price from Kathmandu.

See this jacket? $400 for the plebs. $139 for me as girlfriends friends daughter works there.

Also bought my tent at half price for $400.

Thought about my travel toiletry bag which I think I pay full price for.

In the real world I’ve recently looked at a  Kathmandu catalogue.