Dream Journal: Entry 1
I am going to start a dream journal here as well. Reason being, and this is hard to believe, but I get Deja Vu a lot. Far more often than I care for. When I dream I dream deep, and most of the time, very real. So real in fact that I have had prophetic like dreams. So I want to prove that theory, and that its not just a trick in my brain.
Saturday night:
I'm in an arena. I'm piloting a very strange but still familiar robotic suit. I am fighting another person in the same type of suit. I win the battle and gain further freedom throughout this strange complex. Everything is very steampunk in nature. Gear are jutting out from places that don't seem right, but they are still moving as if they have purpose. Tracy is there. She's my wife I believe in the dream, but I am not sure really. Everyone there is chipped. I don't know how I know this, I just know it. As we walk around the complex I notice that if I don't follow their paths precisely, and alarm will sound. Now the severity of the alarm is graded. Normally everything that is emitting light around us, emits a faint soft green glow. Its very subtle, to the point you wonder if its actually green at all, or if your eyes are just playing tricks on you. But if you step off of the path into the flowers, it turns yellow in your vicinity and an a small buzzer sounds. Just enough to tell you, NOT HERE. And we start walking down a very rocky and twisting, scenic almost path. I hop from one part to the next, skipping a section, and going over the flowery part. The yellow alarm sounds. But I know where we are going. There are friends with us. I can't make out faces, and I don't know any names, but there are at least a couple of women, and I think one man with us. We are nearing our destination. The north wall. I don't know how I know its the north wall, but for some reason I do. There are no guards posted. Its time! We run, and everything lights up red around us. An ear shattering alarm is sounding. The guards are behind us. We are running, and I think one of our companions gets shot, and just then, I wake up in a cold sweat, my thoughts still racing from the happenings of earlier today.
Saturday night:
I'm in an arena. I'm piloting a very strange but still familiar robotic suit. I am fighting another person in the same type of suit. I win the battle and gain further freedom throughout this strange complex. Everything is very steampunk in nature. Gear are jutting out from places that don't seem right, but they are still moving as if they have purpose. Tracy is there. She's my wife I believe in the dream, but I am not sure really. Everyone there is chipped. I don't know how I know this, I just know it. As we walk around the complex I notice that if I don't follow their paths precisely, and alarm will sound. Now the severity of the alarm is graded. Normally everything that is emitting light around us, emits a faint soft green glow. Its very subtle, to the point you wonder if its actually green at all, or if your eyes are just playing tricks on you. But if you step off of the path into the flowers, it turns yellow in your vicinity and an a small buzzer sounds. Just enough to tell you, NOT HERE. And we start walking down a very rocky and twisting, scenic almost path. I hop from one part to the next, skipping a section, and going over the flowery part. The yellow alarm sounds. But I know where we are going. There are friends with us. I can't make out faces, and I don't know any names, but there are at least a couple of women, and I think one man with us. We are nearing our destination. The north wall. I don't know how I know its the north wall, but for some reason I do. There are no guards posted. Its time! We run, and everything lights up red around us. An ear shattering alarm is sounding. The guards are behind us. We are running, and I think one of our companions gets shot, and just then, I wake up in a cold sweat, my thoughts still racing from the happenings of earlier today.
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