Ok here we go, I'm gonna post up another dream I had last night. This one is less crazy than the cube one. It actually felt more like a movie than a dream. I quickly typed it up when i woke up so i wouldnt forget it. It sorta ends abruptly... waking up is a bitch.
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June 19, 2006(i label my dreams per date. i have a whole collection of these on my pc :P )
The day started as normal. But by noon, all of the radio stations were blaring that most of the world’s major cities had been destroyed by nuclear attacks. The entire dream was darker at this point. It felt like it was 5pm. The dream switched to a view of a lady typing on a computer. She was editing a forum for what looked like an airport employee forum. She was talking to herself and adding random lines of text into the forum names. She also added a picture of a girl I didn’t know. She was talking to herself saying “the operatives should find this. It’s not too hard is it?” the picture of the girl enlarged and the dream switched back to me going to the airport with my dad driving. He kept saying something about a shipment. “The shipment needs to reach its destination. It must.” I had no clue what he was talking about. When we got to the airport, there were no planes there. They had all left. A man with purplish lips(they looked diseased) greeted us at the door. My dad nodded at him. The man looked at me and smiled oddly. The man directed us to a car that was close to the runway. A black man opened the doors for us. He was dressed in a pilot’s uniform. The odd man walked up to me, still grinning oddly. Out of nowhere, my dad just stabbed the man. He fell dead.
My dad said to me “You need to start acting like you know what’s happening! You’re never going to survive if you don’t start acting like an operative!” I didn’t say a word. We got in the car and drove for awhile. We eventually ended up at a small runway with a plane that looked like it could only seat a handful of people. There were a bunch of people there I didn’t know. Some old lady, a fat guy, then a normal looking family with kids. I asked the pilot who they were. He said “they were the skimmers. The people that didn’t make it to the other flights”. He whispered in my ear, “actually the pilots turned them down for less annoying people to get on board”. Great. We were about to take off, I looked out my window to the right, and the man with the weird lips was looking at me smiling. I nodded to him, and he nodded back.
We arrived at our destination somewhere around 8pm. It was dark out. The town was empty. The street lights were flickering, and we could hear distant sounds, though incomprehensible. My dad wasn’t with me. He was gone. All I had was a metal container. A crate of some sort. The top lid was latched shut with some type of lock I’ve never seen before. I walked farther into town, no one was around. But then I saw a girl at an ATM machine. She was pushing a lot of buttons. More than normal. As I got closer, I realized I saw her before. She was that girl in the picture! She looked my way; I froze. She glanced back to the ATM machine, pressed a few buttons, and started walking towards me. She smiled when she saw the container.
“Are we still flying?” She asked me. Without missing a beat, I replied, “Only Apollo.” She handed me a key, and walked away. I stared at the container, wondering if this was the right thing to do.
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Like i said it sorta ends abruptly, but yeah. that one was less crazy, but still weird. i kno there was more that happened in between some parts but i couldnt remember enough to make it worthwhile.
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