dreams

Dream 12, April 23rd, 2021

The dream starts off with me running. Running right through this burning city in a mass panic where people are running everywhere as well and turning into monsters; I'm guessing zombies? It's pretty much the beginning of every zombie movie, everything is on fire, people are running, cars are crashing into each other, there's fighting going on, general chaos. I'm not in much of a panic, this dream was very "videogame". I actively went in and out of first and third-person view, think I was going to some marker point on some invisible map. In my hand was another hand much smaller than my own, I was holding a hand of some little girl with blonde hair. She didn't seem that much affected despite "past flashbacks" of me saving her from being taken by her zombie monster parents. This is pretty rare, I don't dream about little children much- sometimes I am a little child but that's a whole other dream completely haha. We are running against the direction folks are going. I push others out of the way now obligated to protect the small child as I spot a white sports car of some sort. I look upwards to see if the red sky turned black for some reason? Good thing, it didn't, it was still red with flames and anarchy. I look back to check on the little girl and smile at her, grabbing her hand more firmly, we head towards the white sports car. My plan was to break in and drive out of the city to drop the girl off so I can go back into the city and do things. Fight the boss or something- pretty sure it was a dragon which is not comforting, must be all the Skyrim thoughts I've been having. The dragon was roaring near the town center and doing dragon things I imagine. Reaching the white car, I let go of her hand and start yanking on the handle. I heard a shout then felt a thump on my forehead, my body falls to the ground on its side, my head next to the tire. Can't move my head or body and in my vision, I see some angry dude with a pistol shouting "DONT TOUCH MY CAR". I have been shot in the damn head. At least as I lay there in my own puddle of blood, the little girl is happily drawing on the ground in chalk oblivious to my dead body next to her. RESPAWNING, in the same spot, I get shot in the head again, and once more, I fall to the ground dead. Waiting another minute, I respawn and duck down, with my back to the car quick. The dude with the pistol just keeps shouting about his car, excuse me dude but the city is burning and your car is the most of your worries at the moment? Welp. I sit there and "pause" the dream. The little girl though is not paused, she is now drawing flowers with the chalk in pink and green. Third-person specifically, I "pan" the camera up and take a good look at this fucker shooting me in the head. Accessing some orange data base, I examine many ways in which I can take this guy down (was played out btw in a dream-like a montage lolol): throw a rock, charge him, throw the child, threaten him, wave hello, try to break into the car through the window, run away, crawl under car and uhhh do finger guns (dont even ask because I dont even know), flip the car at dude, point at the guy and say "thats not nice", and finally- poke my head up and play a complicated game of Whack-a-Mole but with a gun= did not go well. Overall, each time ended with me being shot in the head, an explosion, the child getting hurt, and mission failure. Not good. A little bit frustrated, I unpause and look around in first person, mostly staring at the child. The girl stops and stares up at me giggling. I giggle back and grabbing a piece of chalk, draw a cat with cross-eyes (that's what I intended anyways- brain could not keep drawing intact). Both of us are giggling, the guy keeps shouting, total great use of time. The child hands me a pointy ended chalk and points at the angry guy- a silent understanding- I threw the chalk and hit the guy in the face causing him to drop the gun and hold his eye where the chalk is now embedded. I look back at the child with a smile with both hands in a thumbs up. The little girl's face is...not her, it's all dark and twisted in a smile. I blink and she is now back to normal. I do not question this. Quickly, I broke into the car and open the side door for her as I somehow start the car up. I go to buckle her in cause safety first and she grabs my wrist shaking her head no, the hand was really cold. I chuckle at his and both hands on the wheel, push the gas pedal and speed off. Honking at people and avoiding debris, I swerve and scrape the car multiple times. At least the child is having a good time. Driving up a hill with high speeds, we reach the top and go airborne, gravity I guess just fails because WE KEEP ONGOING IN THE AIR. Trying to Harry Potter this, I am now trying to drive the car in the air with shouts of excitement. All of a sudden, the little girl opens the car door and j u m p s out. Laughing at this, for whatever reason, I jump out of the flying car and zoom my way down grabbing the little girl as we fall downward fast. With a smile, I hold her close to my torso and face my back to the ground, she laughs and hugs me. I hit the ground and my vision blacks out from the hard impact. My vision comes back a little dark and I'm being dragged, a little disoriented and feeling drowsy, I try to move my head up and see that the child is dragging me by the ankle across burning debris and whatnot. I try to lean up and she stares at me with the weird twisted dark smile again, "relax Cherie" she says in a smooth voice male voice. Feeling heavy, I fall back down losing all progress in leaning upwards. "Quite the fall uh? The "child," says. I reply with some gibberish, i get the feeling that this time, my body is not going to get back to normal in terms of movement- dont know if it's due from the fall or other things. "Don't worry, you will be alright," the "child" says, dare I say darkly, now is looking back at me. My head kinda drolls to the side and I start giggling and? wince in pain??? I don't feel pain but I guess dream me do?? If it's like a videogame, I guess this can be considered some type of cutscene? Dreams are confusing. The child stops and lets go of my ankle, I look over and the child is now kneeling over me, making eye contact. The sky behind her, it changes from a red to a black- which is danger apparently-, to a dark purple? then to normal light blue. Like time passed. Eye contact was held the whole time with her dark twisted face. The face gets closer to where all I can view are the eyes, I try to keep my own eyes open but fail not having the will to really keep em open. I hear a gruff chuckle and "wake" up in the middle of the ruined city, all charred and destroyed. I groan as I sit up and look around wondering where the "child" went. Feeling completely lost and dazed, I go to lay back down and was stopped halfway, laying against something vertical now. I was pretty sure no walls were there?? Going into third-person view, there is someone standing right behind me and it was their legs I leant back on. He was of course wearing a suit and cane. Going back into first person with this new information, I suddenly become very comfortable and just sit there. I yawn and I think I actually nodded off. Whatever was behind me did not move an inch. The dream ends as my alarm woke me up and I just lay there warm and comfy. 



sorry if this chapter couldn't get out sooner my cousin had some stuff to do so yeah sorry