This was a pretty bizarre dream, I only can remember bits and pieces of it.
It starts off (or at least the earliest I can remember) in a large white van, similar to the ones they drove us around in my after-school program in middle-school. I must have been in HighSchool or something because the passengers were all students, oddly enough so was the driver.
I was a little different in this dream, huge contrast to my suave self in the last dream I had. Most of features were the same, except I was wearing super thick glasses, and my voice was extremely nasally.
I was sitting in the back of the van, fiddling with a oldschool 90’s camcoder, it looked identical to my dads yet it belonged to school. after some difficulty I managed to turn on the video camera. it When I looked through the eye piece I didn’t see the standard, battery meter, zoom level, or recording light. There was a green cross hair with hooks at the ends, and at top there were three rows of multiple multi colored rectangles. They altered colors depending on what I was looking at.
For whatever reason this annoyed my classmates, the pleaded for me to turn it off, but I Ignored them. We were driving at night in a familiar area downtown, lampposts,streetlights, and headlights reflected off the large building windows.
We arrived at a tall building, the lower level had large panes of glass and inside there were slot machines, 90s arcade games, and an unmanned reception. We entered the building, and assembled with our fellow class mates, I went down a staircase to find a restroom, down stairs there was multi room floor, I made my way to the restroom.
Awhile later I ended up walking into a room, it was full of adults, and students, and tables full of food and baked goods. At this point I realized I wasn’t carrying my camera anymore, and felt an immediate urge to find it at once.
An older woman at a podium announced the food was not free, and that this was some sorta bake sale, alot of the students immediately left, I tried to leave myself but I was almost paralyzed,only cloud move at maybe half speed.
Perhaps I was feeling self-conscious, and didn’t want to seem rude like my other class mates, but I was on a mission to retrieve my camera. after a short while I left, The last place I remember having the camera was in the restroom. The rooms seemed to change, there were multiple restrooms now and I went through each one trying to locate it.
Some time passed, and I decided to abandon it. made my way up to the upper-floor, and suddenly a stereo typical jock bully (exact stereo type, short haircut, jacked up, sports jacket) Tackled me knocking my glasses off into the abyss. As I hit the floor I saw a blur of light from the arcade cabinets and slot machines. He began to pummel me with his fists; however despite it causing physical damage, His blows unfazed me. I kneed him in the groin and he recoiled off me in agony and crawled away. I checked my face and I had a black eye, broken nose, and a split lip that was oozing blood.
this is where shit gets weird.
A large brain like creature, in a unseated dune buggy approaches me. It gazed at me with sesame street style googly eyes. It said something along the lines that I was pretty intelligent for a human. At the same time a super-man esk person approached me. He was wearing all blue and had a lighter blue cape with white trim, and a similar colored lucha libre mask. He warned me of the monster, telling me that it would devourer my brain.
it challenged me to a riddle of some-sort, it warped me in around its tentacle arms while I was preoccupied. The super hero waited until the very last-minute and amputated the tentacle with an upward kick We made a dash to the restroom down stairs.
Tentacles started coming out of the drains, sinks, urinals and toilets, They seemed fairly ineffective I was hit with several off them, before the hero began chopping them up with his kicks.
We escaped from the building, and there were two super hero types standing on top of some sorta armored volts-wagon bug. One of them was really heavy-set, and dressed in leather, the other was super scrawny and wielding some sorta tubed gun. They were talking to each other about stopping the brain creature, and that they worked for the government or something.
The Lucha hero hoped on top of their car, and tossed them into the building. He loaded me into the tube gun and shot me at the top of the building with a grappling hook.
This part of the dream becomes really surreal and hard to remember,the city in the short time that I was in the building was in ruins, like godzilla just went through it. We began hopping from building to building, and then through buildings. The buildings started to become fake, paper-thin and small. Like props or backdrops to a movie or play.
that’s all I can remember at this point, I kinda wrote this out in a rush since I have an 8 hour turn around at work.
– notes about this dream
Dialog in dreams seems really hard to remember
Its easier to remember dreams when I’m actively trying to remember them.
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