It was dark and I was on a dirt track next to a train cutting (though in reality this would have been a freeway). I was being coxed to have a fight with some bald dude. We rumbled and he produced a pen knife blade on the end of a stick. That went badly for him as I decided to end things quickly by stabbing him once between his ribs.
Apparently me picking fights with strangers and killing them was how my girlfriend go horny.
Following this the light improved a little. I was walking past buildings in what looked like a camp site as I stripped and broke up the stick. I vistied an auntie on Dad’s side (though the back years slightly resembled one of Mum’s sisters’). I buried the knife in some soft loam in the back yard.
A long and frustrating dream. Society had collapsed. Everyone headed for the country which became quite crowded. A stereotypical bad person came along to our camp and tried to forcefully recruit the males. They resisted. One elderly person got their head chopped off and shortly after that the bad dude was overpowered and began whimpering.
Next, I’m headed into a dingy shopping centre complex that seemed to be bustling. I was separated from my family and seemed to be doing circles of the complex. Here, the complex had a predominantly dark orange tinge. As night was falling, the police moved in and tried to force everyone away. Apparently salt water (or something) was causing the complex’s structural integrity to weaken. The police seemed quite organised for a collapsed society.
I wound back in the building which now appeared to be a well furnished and powered apartment complex and I was offered accommodation from some dude. Here the lighting/colour cast was warm. I asked if I could charge my phone and he had a charger that fit mine. This was also good considering all utilities had not been working earlier in the dream. We could see the police searching for people in the building from our windows (they were looking for lights).
I received a voice message from <redacted> asking if I could upload some photos when I has the time. This prompted me to try to call my partner who happened to be <redacted>, but in the dream looked nothing like her. The phone would not even connect. I put that down to me using Telstra, and she Optus.
Eventually we had to leave the apartment for some reason and at this point, the dream gets too fuzzy to recall.
DiNozzo (of TV’s NCIS) was investigating something and was shot twice in the lower back. He was then levitated in a construction site. I think a white billowing sheet had been placed over him, covering all but his head. I tried to get help from passers buy.
Something about conference members. One of them stopped to assist and was shot by assassin who came out of nowhere at jogging pace.
DiNozzo was now covered in lots of blood and had moved from his levitating position to being pinned to the back wall.
Something about coordinate tracking. Site now at lock up stage. Reinforcements enter. DiNozzo appears healed and is being used as a ladder. I have no gun. I find a gun after punching assailants in the balls. Shot one in the side. Shot another in the shoulder. Main bad guy shows up. I put two rounds in his temples. He keeps going. I’ve taped a gun to his hands.
Next everyone is pointing guns at everyone. One of the bad guys says not to shoot as it could rupture the freezing lines.
His wife and I “discovered” him. I think I might have been his wife in the dream. Lots of staff weapons (the things from Stargate) with two pointy bits. Stabbed warlord through the front. Post mortem, arranged face down.
Dream 2: Night club. Very posh and small night club. Well lit inside. $10 entry. Left my racing bike out front. Spent the entire time inside trying to find gents toilet so I could put my stuff in a locker. Very crowded.
Guests supposedly along a long and windy path which lead 200m away down hill and outside. This only lead to an alternate entry point to the club and seemed to be a mix between a bit of High Street Road and Eastlink vs Ferntree Gully Rd at the animal farm. Something about trying to gain re-entry and being refused, but getting back in somehow. Seemed to be more laid back music at the alternate entrance. Very green shrubbery.
Heaps more. These two were the best remembered (though obviously not very well).
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.