Three more dreams that i didn't post on here.
10/3/10 Dream 1
Both dreams that I had were like Robin Hood, because I had just watched it the night before.
Anyways, getting started. I was in Medieval England. I was an archer in the army, not Robin Hood though, but he was there. I was helping him and some others rescue people from a castle. We raced through the hallways, fought through hordes of soldiers, and finally reached the dungeons. There, the people we were looking for were being held (of course, right?). We get them out of the cells, and start making our way back to the exit.
But our exit was thwarted by the enemy. They were all gathered in the great hall, which was right before the exit. They fired arrows straight at us, and many from my group and the group we had rescued were hit and killed. I grabbed a persons hand, a beautiful brunette, and started running back into the castle, hoping to find another way out. But as we rounded a corner, it was over. There was a group of archers, aiming right at me. They fired, and I shot awake…in the dream. A dream in a dream, awesome right?
Anyways, its present day. I’m with my family. We were staying at a hotel getting ready to go to a medieval festival. My dad is standing over me, “Mark, are you alright? You were screaming!”
“I had this dream where I was shot by an arrow.”
“Ah, just a dream though. Lets go to the festival now, shall we?”
So we went. We get the bridge leading into the festival. Dad and my family are at the ticket counter, and I stood on the bridge looking into the festival. A cart comes behind me, and I hear, “You should move so you don’t get trampled.” I turn around, and it’s the beautiful brunette from the dream. I move and just stare, and she gives a weird smile. After she passes, I walk back to the middle of the bridge and watch as her cart disappears from sight. Dad walked over to me, and asked, “You know her?”.
“Literally, she was in my dream last night. I was trying to rescue her.”
“Well, there she is. Go get her!”
And with that, I went. Now this is where the dream gets strange. As I was walking, it seemed as though my dream in the dream was actually an ancient reality or something like that. As I was walking, I had flashbacks to the dream. I would be in the present one second, then the past the next. I searched all around for her. Finally, I reached a little hill in the middle of the festival, and the flashback revealed I had found her, so I knew in the present she was there. I walk towards her, and she looks up, and says, “Oh my God, it’s you! I thought you looked familiar on the bridge. You’re not going to believe this, but I had a dream about you last night.”
“Did it have something to do with Medieval England? You were captured and I came to rescue you?”
“How did you…”
“I had the same dream.” I said, and after a pause I continued, “My name is Mark. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“My name is Hilary. It’s nice to meet you again.”
With that said, we walked away from there. And the real dream ended.
10/3/10 Dream 2
I was in Washington D.C. The White House was under attack. Instead of having guns, we had bow and arrows, swords, axes, and the like. And not only that, the White House was mobile. It was able to roll to different save areas. Anyways, I was part of the group responsible for protecting the White House, and our ranks were thinning. We were trying to keep the White House out of close contact with the enemy, and kept rolling it further and further away. But it got stuck at an apartment complex. The general called everyone over. “Alright guys, this is where we have to make our final stand. It seems the White House has been caught on something, and won’t move. I don’t blame you if you want to leave now, but I’m asking you to stay.” Everyone seemed keen to staying so the general started pointed at people and telling them where to go. I was chosen to get to a rooftop nearby.
When I got there, it started to snow. I had Randy Sarro with me helping me. Next thing I know, we’re under attack. The enemy turned out to be lizard people, and were climbing the building to reach us. We kicked them off, threw them off, and jumped on them. There was a landing below the top of the building, we jumped to that, and hid in a bathroom. Then, Kathy Bates (it looked like her at least) started pounding on the door, and trying to throw chairs at us through the door. Finally, I had had enough, and kicked the door outwards, knocking her over the edge of the building. Then the building started to fall forward. Randy and I climbed back to the top, and were ready to jump off of it as soon as it neared ground, which we did.
We landed in a courtyard with two trees. I heard someone yell “Watch out!”, and looked up to see a ton of arrows flying down towards us. Randy ran back, away from the courtyard towards one of the buildings, and I ran towards the trees. The arrows fell all around me, but missed me because of the tree. Randy made it to the building in time. I looked up to see another bunch of arrows flying in. I started running towards the other tree, hoping to make it in time, but the arrows were too fast. However, none hit me. So, stupid me, I decided to run to the building this time. Arrows flew again, and none hit me once again.
I get inside the building, and Randy slaps me. “Fucking idiot! You could have been killed!”. I nodded, and continued on. There were a lot of people in here suiting up for battle. I saw Donny Graves, and ran over to say hi. That’s the last thing I remember from the dream.
10/10/10 dream
All I remember about this dream is that I was on a soccer team. The ball flew towards half field and a guy dove and headed it into the net. I ran over to him, slapped his hand, and said “Nice shot, Panda!” Now, the weird thing is, I think the guy actually was a Panda. But, I don’t fully remember.
Both dreams that I had were like Robin Hood, because I had just watched it the night before.
Anyways, getting started. I was in Medieval England. I was an archer in the army, not Robin Hood though, but he was there. I was helping him and some others rescue people from a castle. We raced through the hallways, fought through hordes of soldiers, and finally reached the dungeons. There, the people we were looking for were being held (of course, right?). We get them out of the cells, and start making our way back to the exit.
But our exit was thwarted by the enemy. They were all gathered in the great hall, which was right before the exit. They fired arrows straight at us, and many from my group and the group we had rescued were hit and killed. I grabbed a persons hand, a beautiful brunette, and started running back into the castle, hoping to find another way out. But as we rounded a corner, it was over. There was a group of archers, aiming right at me. They fired, and I shot awake…in the dream. A dream in a dream, awesome right?
Anyways, its present day. I’m with my family. We were staying at a hotel getting ready to go to a medieval festival. My dad is standing over me, “Mark, are you alright? You were screaming!”
“I had this dream where I was shot by an arrow.”
“Ah, just a dream though. Lets go to the festival now, shall we?”
So we went. We get the bridge leading into the festival. Dad and my family are at the ticket counter, and I stood on the bridge looking into the festival. A cart comes behind me, and I hear, “You should move so you don’t get trampled.” I turn around, and it’s the beautiful brunette from the dream. I move and just stare, and she gives a weird smile. After she passes, I walk back to the middle of the bridge and watch as her cart disappears from sight. Dad walked over to me, and asked, “You know her?”.
“Literally, she was in my dream last night. I was trying to rescue her.”
“Well, there she is. Go get her!”
And with that, I went. Now this is where the dream gets strange. As I was walking, it seemed as though my dream in the dream was actually an ancient reality or something like that. As I was walking, I had flashbacks to the dream. I would be in the present one second, then the past the next. I searched all around for her. Finally, I reached a little hill in the middle of the festival, and the flashback revealed I had found her, so I knew in the present she was there. I walk towards her, and she looks up, and says, “Oh my God, it’s you! I thought you looked familiar on the bridge. You’re not going to believe this, but I had a dream about you last night.”
“Did it have something to do with Medieval England? You were captured and I came to rescue you?”
“How did you…”
“I had the same dream.” I said, and after a pause I continued, “My name is Mark. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”
“My name is Hilary. It’s nice to meet you again.”
With that said, we walked away from there. And the real dream ended.
10/3/10 Dream 2
I was in Washington D.C. The White House was under attack. Instead of having guns, we had bow and arrows, swords, axes, and the like. And not only that, the White House was mobile. It was able to roll to different save areas. Anyways, I was part of the group responsible for protecting the White House, and our ranks were thinning. We were trying to keep the White House out of close contact with the enemy, and kept rolling it further and further away. But it got stuck at an apartment complex. The general called everyone over. “Alright guys, this is where we have to make our final stand. It seems the White House has been caught on something, and won’t move. I don’t blame you if you want to leave now, but I’m asking you to stay.” Everyone seemed keen to staying so the general started pointed at people and telling them where to go. I was chosen to get to a rooftop nearby.
When I got there, it started to snow. I had Randy Sarro with me helping me. Next thing I know, we’re under attack. The enemy turned out to be lizard people, and were climbing the building to reach us. We kicked them off, threw them off, and jumped on them. There was a landing below the top of the building, we jumped to that, and hid in a bathroom. Then, Kathy Bates (it looked like her at least) started pounding on the door, and trying to throw chairs at us through the door. Finally, I had had enough, and kicked the door outwards, knocking her over the edge of the building. Then the building started to fall forward. Randy and I climbed back to the top, and were ready to jump off of it as soon as it neared ground, which we did.
We landed in a courtyard with two trees. I heard someone yell “Watch out!”, and looked up to see a ton of arrows flying down towards us. Randy ran back, away from the courtyard towards one of the buildings, and I ran towards the trees. The arrows fell all around me, but missed me because of the tree. Randy made it to the building in time. I looked up to see another bunch of arrows flying in. I started running towards the other tree, hoping to make it in time, but the arrows were too fast. However, none hit me. So, stupid me, I decided to run to the building this time. Arrows flew again, and none hit me once again.
I get inside the building, and Randy slaps me. “Fucking idiot! You could have been killed!”. I nodded, and continued on. There were a lot of people in here suiting up for battle. I saw Donny Graves, and ran over to say hi. That’s the last thing I remember from the dream.
10/10/10 dream
All I remember about this dream is that I was on a soccer team. The ball flew towards half field and a guy dove and headed it into the net. I ran over to him, slapped his hand, and said “Nice shot, Panda!” Now, the weird thing is, I think the guy actually was a Panda. But, I don’t fully remember.