Dream: Steampunk Bounty Hunter to Mafia Gunman
Another dream:
The first part seemed steampunk inspired, because I remember wearing steampunk styled clothes. I was related to Mike, and to his brother Jep. I think I was their younger sister or something. We lived in a small dome city, and we were bounty hunters of some sort. But being the youngest sister, they didn't really take me along to keep me safe and all. The city was dug into the ground, so it was surrounded by a large wall of earth, then the top was covered with a clear dome with metal framing.
I was at one of the higher points of the city, apprehending a bounty, when he suddenly turned around. I think he shot me, but the dream cuts that part and the next thing I know, I'm on a carriage, heading to some sort of mine with a man and a woman, who are my 'associates'. We reach the entrance of the mine, where an old man has set up a small shop of sorts. Around the entrance, broken furniture was littered about; half open cabinets and chest full of random things. I started looking around, looking in particular for silver things (a silver pocket watch) and old bottles of alcohol.
We passed into the darkness of the mine, and suddenly things weren't steampunk anymore, it was completely different; it was modern. I was part of the mafia or something like that, and we were going to hijack a helicopter. The helicopter was jet black, and it was obviously a hightech military one. It was larger than any real life helicopter I've ever seen though. My female associate disappeared, but my male companion had turned into a burly stereotypical caucasian gunman in a tight white shirt and bald head. I stepped into the helicopter, which was actually quite big inside. I had a rifle with a scope, and I hid in corner and shot everyone that tried to get inside in the head while my gunman was going around the helicopter, shooting everyone else.
Eventually, my gunman was a ways off and two men got into the helicopter. I tried to run towards the back of the helicopter, but I think I got shot in the back. I slumped in a corner, and the two men sat near me. They looked a bit young to be part of the whole mess we were all in, like scrawny young men. Being a scrawny young woman myself, I guess they identified with me, and they didn't kill me. We just sat there, talking about what was going on outside. I said I had run out of bullets, and they said that they had as well. The lights started flickering, and suddenly they looked to me and yelled "RUN!" So I ran out of the helicopter. I realized the helicopter was atop a platform at the top of a building on a cliff. (Lol.) I ran around, and saw a set of metal white stairs. Behind me appeared someone I supposedly knew. He was an older man; gray hair, tucked in shirt with a pot belly. I told him to quickly follow me. As we were going up the stairs, the main boss/owner of the helicopter comes out, and he shoots the man following me. I scream, and the guy falls over the side of the building/platform down into the large fountain below. (The building was built into the side of the cliff, with the 'lobby' at the bottom of the cliff.) I don't know if I jump or if I fall accidentally, but I'm falling as well, with the man. Then I start to wonder if I was going to die, if these were my last moments, with the wind sharp against my face and terse against my hair. I see myself falling from a 3rd person perspective, and I'm wearing a white dress.
Suddenly, I'm in the black helicopter again, flying it. The 'bad guy' is tied up in the back of the helicopter, and we're flying over the ocean, deciding on where to drop him to drown. It's night; the sky is dark and it's raining. I lower the helicopter a bit, and I realize it isn't an ocean, but a flooded place, as trees were sticking out of the water and men were working on power lines. We decided to drop them near a post, so they would get electrocuted and die. I saw a Petron gas station in the distance. Then, it was bright out again, and the water had receeded. The helicopter turned into a small car, and for some reason John was there, and Khan and my younger cousins, as well as a girl I just met. They all wanted to get into the car, but we wouldn't fit. John and Khan were arguing over the passenger seat, while my cousins had already jumped into the back. In my hand, was another hand. Then I woke up.
The first part seemed steampunk inspired, because I remember wearing steampunk styled clothes. I was related to Mike, and to his brother Jep. I think I was their younger sister or something. We lived in a small dome city, and we were bounty hunters of some sort. But being the youngest sister, they didn't really take me along to keep me safe and all. The city was dug into the ground, so it was surrounded by a large wall of earth, then the top was covered with a clear dome with metal framing.
I was at one of the higher points of the city, apprehending a bounty, when he suddenly turned around. I think he shot me, but the dream cuts that part and the next thing I know, I'm on a carriage, heading to some sort of mine with a man and a woman, who are my 'associates'. We reach the entrance of the mine, where an old man has set up a small shop of sorts. Around the entrance, broken furniture was littered about; half open cabinets and chest full of random things. I started looking around, looking in particular for silver things (a silver pocket watch) and old bottles of alcohol.
We passed into the darkness of the mine, and suddenly things weren't steampunk anymore, it was completely different; it was modern. I was part of the mafia or something like that, and we were going to hijack a helicopter. The helicopter was jet black, and it was obviously a hightech military one. It was larger than any real life helicopter I've ever seen though. My female associate disappeared, but my male companion had turned into a burly stereotypical caucasian gunman in a tight white shirt and bald head. I stepped into the helicopter, which was actually quite big inside. I had a rifle with a scope, and I hid in corner and shot everyone that tried to get inside in the head while my gunman was going around the helicopter, shooting everyone else.
Eventually, my gunman was a ways off and two men got into the helicopter. I tried to run towards the back of the helicopter, but I think I got shot in the back. I slumped in a corner, and the two men sat near me. They looked a bit young to be part of the whole mess we were all in, like scrawny young men. Being a scrawny young woman myself, I guess they identified with me, and they didn't kill me. We just sat there, talking about what was going on outside. I said I had run out of bullets, and they said that they had as well. The lights started flickering, and suddenly they looked to me and yelled "RUN!" So I ran out of the helicopter. I realized the helicopter was atop a platform at the top of a building on a cliff. (Lol.) I ran around, and saw a set of metal white stairs. Behind me appeared someone I supposedly knew. He was an older man; gray hair, tucked in shirt with a pot belly. I told him to quickly follow me. As we were going up the stairs, the main boss/owner of the helicopter comes out, and he shoots the man following me. I scream, and the guy falls over the side of the building/platform down into the large fountain below. (The building was built into the side of the cliff, with the 'lobby' at the bottom of the cliff.) I don't know if I jump or if I fall accidentally, but I'm falling as well, with the man. Then I start to wonder if I was going to die, if these were my last moments, with the wind sharp against my face and terse against my hair. I see myself falling from a 3rd person perspective, and I'm wearing a white dress.
Suddenly, I'm in the black helicopter again, flying it. The 'bad guy' is tied up in the back of the helicopter, and we're flying over the ocean, deciding on where to drop him to drown. It's night; the sky is dark and it's raining. I lower the helicopter a bit, and I realize it isn't an ocean, but a flooded place, as trees were sticking out of the water and men were working on power lines. We decided to drop them near a post, so they would get electrocuted and die. I saw a Petron gas station in the distance. Then, it was bright out again, and the water had receeded. The helicopter turned into a small car, and for some reason John was there, and Khan and my younger cousins, as well as a girl I just met. They all wanted to get into the car, but we wouldn't fit. John and Khan were arguing over the passenger seat, while my cousins had already jumped into the back. In my hand, was another hand. Then I woke up.