Second Dream
Dream two:
I go back to sleep after I get up & do a thing or two I need to. This time Bob & I (get this.. I love Bob in my dream.. that's so fucked up to love someone in dreams but not IRL) anyay.. we're in a complex.. closed in.. can't escape. It's mostly circular.. but around a square base. Split level. This time this group & I are being forced to compete against Asians. It's to the death.. cept with the first three games.. they reset.. even though I think people are dead.. they return for everything but the fourth game. There are guns.. and I don't remember.. but the Asians have some kind of nasty weapon that's stronger than ours. We're mostly defenseless. This is a weird part.. but with the first game.. I have this injection I give my team which makes them stronger than the Asians & we win. I can also fly.. it's fucked up. However when I die in the first game.. both abilities are removed. It's not a very important part of the dream.. just a sideline sort of thing. The second & third games.. the asians win.. we're figuring out rules & techniques.. my boy & I.. and oddly people from my high school make up most of my team... but with the second & third game we get better.
The fourth game is when everything counts. My boy & I evade the asians while other team members fight them.. killing them.. dying themselves. The main control center is breached by a three person group from my highschool. Steve was the forerunner of that. My boy & I face conflict once.. pressing against inset doorways.. while watching the hallway. At one point there was the enemy coming down the hall.. and one around the corner. We run around the other corner.. praying that the enemy wasn't around that blindside as well. I see Steve fighting someone around the corner.. I don't recall what happens next.. but the end result is that a small group of the 6 left come together.. finishes off the last group. We're allowed to leave the complex and we run into the gravel parking lot.. people are filtering in our group.. townies.. that come to celebrate.. and I spit on one.. because they're celebrating something that was nothing but random death. In my case anyway - I got out because I evaded.. not because I was aggressive.
People were scrabbling over the souvenirs.. and the first dream melds into the second.. because I see dead Mexicans in the parked cars.. people ask the door guards of the complex to trade their items for the souvenirs of the dead mexicans. I see my mother & her friend arguing over a sweater they bought or won themselves.. and wondering what to trade it for. I leave them & walk down the path to where the victors were supposed to go to get out. It was nighttime.. but by the time I got to the cage (wasn't a long walk)
My boy was there and I leaned up against him.. then i looked down & saw the hinges on the cage.. and I felt my stomach drop.. I knew this wasn't over. I was herded into the cage.. I was last to arrive.. and I asked what was going on. My group members said they wanted us to try out a new survival game... as a test.. it was nothing to worry about. The cage had a cut out in the ceiling.. or a lid.. the lid was back. The cage slid down this track & into water. I remember gritting my teeth & preparing myself - drowning scares me & I said that. I reached up & gripped the lid on the cage hole. I remember thinking I wasn't giving my teammates an equal chance to survive but I knew I had to get out. The water filled up quickly.. there were two opportunities to get out.. to swim through a hole in the ceiling.. or to swim down a hole.. which is a stairway actually. I got out of the cage & swam to the surface.. scared I couldn't get the air I need. My teammates mostly swam up through the hole.. while Jeff (valedictorian in HS & someone I dated periodically during senior year) & another guy chose the hole in the floor. That was the correct choice. I couldn't decide which venue I wanted because I was too scared of not being able to breathe. By the time Jeff & the other guy got to the bottom of the hole.. it was over. It was apparently another game that was being played & they needed some statistics.
We went to eat.. Jeff was cold to me.. and I felt shame b/c I didn't deserve to be with the rest of the group.. they carried the weight of the game.. I focused merely on survival. It ended with us eating lunch.. some crappy hot ham sandwiches.. etc.
This dream reminds me of Stephen King's the Long Walk.
I go back to sleep after I get up & do a thing or two I need to. This time Bob & I (get this.. I love Bob in my dream.. that's so fucked up to love someone in dreams but not IRL) anyay.. we're in a complex.. closed in.. can't escape. It's mostly circular.. but around a square base. Split level. This time this group & I are being forced to compete against Asians. It's to the death.. cept with the first three games.. they reset.. even though I think people are dead.. they return for everything but the fourth game. There are guns.. and I don't remember.. but the Asians have some kind of nasty weapon that's stronger than ours. We're mostly defenseless. This is a weird part.. but with the first game.. I have this injection I give my team which makes them stronger than the Asians & we win. I can also fly.. it's fucked up. However when I die in the first game.. both abilities are removed. It's not a very important part of the dream.. just a sideline sort of thing. The second & third games.. the asians win.. we're figuring out rules & techniques.. my boy & I.. and oddly people from my high school make up most of my team... but with the second & third game we get better.
The fourth game is when everything counts. My boy & I evade the asians while other team members fight them.. killing them.. dying themselves. The main control center is breached by a three person group from my highschool. Steve was the forerunner of that. My boy & I face conflict once.. pressing against inset doorways.. while watching the hallway. At one point there was the enemy coming down the hall.. and one around the corner. We run around the other corner.. praying that the enemy wasn't around that blindside as well. I see Steve fighting someone around the corner.. I don't recall what happens next.. but the end result is that a small group of the 6 left come together.. finishes off the last group. We're allowed to leave the complex and we run into the gravel parking lot.. people are filtering in our group.. townies.. that come to celebrate.. and I spit on one.. because they're celebrating something that was nothing but random death. In my case anyway - I got out because I evaded.. not because I was aggressive.
People were scrabbling over the souvenirs.. and the first dream melds into the second.. because I see dead Mexicans in the parked cars.. people ask the door guards of the complex to trade their items for the souvenirs of the dead mexicans. I see my mother & her friend arguing over a sweater they bought or won themselves.. and wondering what to trade it for. I leave them & walk down the path to where the victors were supposed to go to get out. It was nighttime.. but by the time I got to the cage (wasn't a long walk)
My boy was there and I leaned up against him.. then i looked down & saw the hinges on the cage.. and I felt my stomach drop.. I knew this wasn't over. I was herded into the cage.. I was last to arrive.. and I asked what was going on. My group members said they wanted us to try out a new survival game... as a test.. it was nothing to worry about. The cage had a cut out in the ceiling.. or a lid.. the lid was back. The cage slid down this track & into water. I remember gritting my teeth & preparing myself - drowning scares me & I said that. I reached up & gripped the lid on the cage hole. I remember thinking I wasn't giving my teammates an equal chance to survive but I knew I had to get out. The water filled up quickly.. there were two opportunities to get out.. to swim through a hole in the ceiling.. or to swim down a hole.. which is a stairway actually. I got out of the cage & swam to the surface.. scared I couldn't get the air I need. My teammates mostly swam up through the hole.. while Jeff (valedictorian in HS & someone I dated periodically during senior year) & another guy chose the hole in the floor. That was the correct choice. I couldn't decide which venue I wanted because I was too scared of not being able to breathe. By the time Jeff & the other guy got to the bottom of the hole.. it was over. It was apparently another game that was being played & they needed some statistics.
We went to eat.. Jeff was cold to me.. and I felt shame b/c I didn't deserve to be with the rest of the group.. they carried the weight of the game.. I focused merely on survival. It ended with us eating lunch.. some crappy hot ham sandwiches.. etc.
This dream reminds me of Stephen King's the Long Walk.