Dreams 3, 4 & 5
These were originally not going to be written because they were exceptionally ridiculous and confusing. These dreams are also graphic and strange — not of a sexual nature, but merely of a generally disturbing nature. Read if you want.
Dream three (roughly five days ago?) involved being in a large, open valley and at some point working inside of a large, top secret tent facility. While doing so I embarrassingly fell into a giant tangle of chords and wires in what seemed like an endless pit and nearly drowned until someone pulled me out by my hair, while yelling at me. Nothing else remembered.
Dream four (3 days ago, perhaps) involved being in a similar valley; steep hills on both sides and some mountainous area. I was in an Army and I was assigned to have a flame thrower. I was scared to have such chemicals on my back in combat. At some point I was crawling through the grass with my face towards where I suspected the enemy to coome because I would rather have been shot in the front than to burn to death.
While I was doing this I came across a man in the bushes and pointed my flame thrower at him. I realized he was a friendly and he said to me, “Sorry, I was really going to shoot you because who can trust a man that would ever burn another human being alive like that.” I think he saw me looking visibly hurt at making such a criticism of this weapon, so he went on to say “You know, not you, one of them.”
We moved into a position where we had gone across and into the enemies trench. I then ran upwards in the trench spraying a long distance of fire and incinerating everything in front of me. I heard people screaming but never saw their corpses as I slowly walked forward with men behind me. I knew at some point they must have all began fleeing.
Later, that day, we had won the war, and a man in Knight’s Armor with a blue plume, blue shield with a fleur-de-lys design and a blue cape came out; we all cheered; two other knights, one in red and one in yellow and with differing sigils and designs, bowed down to him. Something confusing then happened and the dream ended. Something about people not bowing down anymore.
Dream five was last night. I was in a bar with a few people I almost never hang out with, plus Grant McKenzie. Something told me I should not be drinking, so I did not drink that much. At some point I left the bar.
While I was in the street I found a baby’s hand. I did not know what it was, but whomever I showed it to said, “Oh my God, that is a baby’s hand.”
I went home, which appeared as my parents home in Minneapolis. At some point we also found a dead baby to match the hand.
I was upset, and my parents asked me what I was going to do with it. I said I did not know so I put the baby’s body in a freezer to keep it cold and non-decomposing until I could figure out what to do.
I looked at the baby’s hand and admired it for a while, and when I decided to bring it to the Police I opened the freezer and the baby was alive and crying,and handless.
We decided to raise the baby as our own, and I do not know what happened to the hand.