Some dreams to record from lately. I didn't have internet access.
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I can't tell everything about this dream, unfortunately. All I can legally say is detainees attacked, and someone came and attacked me that was not a detainee, and I was pushed against some railings, and I was starting to win the struggle, and they were biting and scratching like crazy.
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I was me.. but not played by me. I was younger, softer looking, more feminine.. with fiery red hair that curled like crazy. I was in Africa, I think.. the houses were set up like small, normal homes, but there were no walls or ceilings. I was in a neighborhood of them. As if the walls were just gone--the only ones that remained were half-walls that held up stained glass art all over the place. I was naked, in the lap of an older man. I wanted him badly. The next thing I know, I'm laying on the couch, I assume some sort of sex has happened at this point that my dream omitted. The man is trying to leave. He is standing over me, and he says with a strained voice, "you know what the worst part of this is? You're the worst girl I've ever met. I never want to see you again.." I'm dazed. I can't tell if it is from what we just did, or from his words that stung so badly they were hurting my chest, though I didn't show it. My eyes were completely fixed on a rainbow shining right onto them from the moon's light through the stained glass. The night was absolutely gorgeous, a wide night sky as far as the eye could see. I finally say, "You know what the best part about this is? ... The best guy in the world knows my name." I think I got to him, I could feel he was shaking.. I couldn't tell if he was lying to me to get rid of me for some reason, or if there was just a general sense of guilt that he felt that way and knew how I felt. It was morning.. and he was gone. I stood up, still naked. There are two African women sitting on the porch of one of the other homes near the one I am in. I don't really get bothered by them--as if the walls were still there and they can't see me. I go to try and put on a pair of shorts, and there are tiny tiny turtles and frogs completely swarming my clothing for some reason. I can't bring myself to hurt them by brushing them out.. I think I interacted with the women, but I can't remember.
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There was an old man and a younger man, and the older man was trying to convince the younger one to allow him to travel back in time so he could re-live his first date in the 70s with his now-gone wife. The younger man finally agrees, I think. Then for some reason, he's on these stilts and scooby-doo-native-like get-up, trying to sneak into this weird forest area even though now that I'm awake that attire is not sneaky-looking at all. Anyways, he discards the stilts and tries to sneak into this area, but his nemesis catches him, and finds his stilts and breaks them. Someone else in stilts that is a real native walks by in the background in the same wacky stilts.
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There was a boy named Jimmy who apparently had cancer. He wrote a story.. and someone was reflecting about how brave he was and how he went out in a blaze of glory with an adventure on a train. I'm on that train, and I remember crying listening to the story.. but I'm not anymore. I'm happy I heard it, and read his story that he wrote, and I'm running with HFD through the cars and laughing and I remember how sunny it is.
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It's night time. I'm in America, but it's a different sort of America. I'm in my uniform, and on the loud speakers that surround the place Joy to the world starts playing. I'm suddenly aware of how small I am.. and how huge the sky is. The night sky goes on forever, and it's wide and wider. I'm at the position of attention, looking on at fireworks being launched into the sky, and then some small cruisers followed by a HUGE, massive air battleship of sorts. It's very futuristic looking, and it takes up the entire night sky, and I know that I'm about to transported into it. On the intercom after the song, you can hear a Lt. Col. addressing America about how he's covering the skies and America shouldn't have to look up with worry but pride. I'm instantly teleported into the carrier, though it feels harsher than a teleportation, like a really instant yanking. I'm in a pod, and in my head I've dreamed about what I would say if I were interviewed.. though they only interview officers.. and besides, I'm not navy and I'm currently working on a naval section.. But I practice my pretend speech while I wait for the interviews to finish anyways. There's a couple next to me teleported as well, they look so hollywood-like. The man sharp and handsome, his wife a feminine reflection of him and FBI. The person who conducts the interviews is asking him something, and he's refusing to leave her side. He won't interview him if he doesn't leave her side, and she's saying how hurtful the interviewee is being right now, but he doesn't care. Instead he hands the first person he sees the mic--which is me! I have to adjust my speech, but I can't hesitate. It's a huge deal to talk for some reason. "This is Sgt Kyuuei, we're keeping you safe down here America!" I say in a cheery, but confident tone. I'm not even Navy, I think to myself! But it seemed like the right thing to say given the position.