Date: 15-07-2022
Last night I dreamt I was in the car with my brother and dad, a woman, and some other people too but they were just accompanying us. We were on our way to some place, unknown to me. While we were driving, strange dark clouds appeared on the horizon. It was like a long thick band of dark clouds at the right side behind us and along side of us. Much turbulence in the clouds created round shapes along the cloud curtain, which kind of resembled faces. Eventually they turned into very distinct faces of various monsters.
The road changed direction, slightly to the right, so that the clouds would be on our right side. We drove on a long straight road ahead and drove past ever more horrifying new faces. I recognised some of them as characters from the computer game ‘Warcraft’. The further we drove the more horrendous the faces we saw, to the point of being truly terrifying.
We arrived at our destination, where I was to train against a demon attack with three others. They were just children, no older than 10 years old. I think I was a child too at that point in the dream. We each had a bag with us, that contained magnets. A guide was there to help us, but I had already done this before some time ago. It was like a distant memory in that dream. I recalled having telekinetic powers because of some kind of jewellery made with those magnets, and I recalled fighting demons like the ones we saw in the clouds. Real ones though, not clouds.
There were supposed to be 7 magnets and some pearls in my bag. I couldn’t find more than 5 magnets. It looked like I had forgotten them or perhaps lost them along our way. I felt stupid. It was typical of me. Yet I accepted it quickly and told my guide I did not have all I needed to make the necklace. The guide helped me out, and gave me something. Perhaps stuff from the bags of the other children. Everyone helped me, it was a really warm gesture. Through sharing my inventory was complete again. They weren’t all magnets, but it would get the job done.
We then went into a room that looked like a theatre, but it was also real. Like a movie theatre, but not 2D film, but actual 3D, which made it real. But we knew it was fake. In there we saw a movie about a historic Formula 1 race. It was historic because something terrible happened during that race which was captured on camera because the Formula 1 race was being televised. We sat on the tribunes like we were part of the crowd.
At one point the Earth under the tribune opened up, and the structure began to sink into the hole in the ground. It was like muddy quicksand. Spectators struggled not to slide in. Some of them did. The horror on their faces was one of the things that was captured on film and which made this such an iconic tragedy. Many people died that day.
While we sat there we were in the end just spectators of a 3D film where spectators of a Formula 1 race found their deaths in some unforeseen tragedy, so we were not at risk of dying. Yet, we did influence what happened, because I recall I reached out my hand to an old man about to slide into the black void. I saved him. So we did have some influence.
Then the documentary turned to what caused the sinkhole. It went back in time, and we were now watching a 2D movie. What was shown was complicated. Long story short; the sinkhole was man-made. It was shown in narrated footage of old city halls, in black and white, meaning it was created a long time ago. It was planned to happen, but they did not know exactly when it would actually happen.
At one point the documentary skipped ahead. It turned out my dad was able to control the play mechanism like a video player on a computer. My brother was now also with me. Together we asked him to rewind the clip. He did but two times didn’t go back far enough. My brother and I responded a bit irritated as our dad wasn’t paying enough attention. He was talking to a blonde woman, and she seemed to take his attention away from this very important task he had.
But eventually he did as we asked and we saw the whole thing. What was shown was indeed revealing, yet it was exactly what we imagined it to be. Evil does evil things, basically. But it was somewhat disappointing, and it changed my perception in such a way that I didn’t care to watch the rest of it. It was just fear porn. Whether it was true or false was indistinguishable in that regard, and even though I could trust this was all true, it was still just fear porn and I understood it served no function to consume it.
I stood up and walked out. I found myself at night in my old neighbourhood. Thuggish teens were playing with illegal fireworks there. Loud explosions echoed through the corridors between the flats, which I think are demolished now in real life, but in the dream they were still there. The teens invited me to join in. I wanted to but I told them I had no fireworks on me. Without any hesitation one of them reached into his pockets and gave me one of his fire crackers; some obscure random stick with a big fuse sticking out of it.
I knew it was going to render an enormous explosion if it were to be lit. Therefore, I asked him whether I could keep it for later use. “Not a problem” he said. I saw its potential for a weapon in case society came to fall. I walked towards my parents’ street, while in the background the explosions kept echoing. They were “bombing” one of the houses on the corner there, by the way.
I arrived at my old street, and moved towards my parents’ house. On my way there I walked along the house where an old long deceased neighbour (opa Stevens) lived. But now in this dream, this was where my friend K lived with her mom. And I couldn’t help but stand still in front of the front-yard and look for her. I saw a woman with long blonde hair sitting in a chair with her back to the window. Was it her? She looked up. It was her mother. She looked exactly like I’d imagine K would look if she were her age. Quite stunning for her age.
But then K came running towards me from the right side of the house. She had seen me through the window while she was in the backyard. She grabbed my hands, both of them, with both her hands. We talked. I cited the dream I had earlier about her, in which many people told me “K was going through a rough time” because in that dream I was single, and she had just broken up with my brother, M, and in that dream she was really broken up about it.
We talked about the significance of this dream, but she stated she was fine. “I am over you, finally” she said. She used to be in love with me but now, no more. I was happy. She knew I would never cheat on D, so this would uncomplicate things because maybe now a friendship could be pursued without complicated feelings. But I could see in her eyes she wasn’t truthful. She longed for me. I could see it. She only said what she said to have an excuse for herself to spend time with me again.
I lost track of where the dream went after this.
