I have a dream...

...where I'm in a group of protesters against a dictator who uses brutal force to rule the people and we are all gathered in a massive gymnasium of a random school campus. He kills off the rebels one by one by maintaining eye contact with that person, holding a weapon of great destruction. It's like a credit card with a magnetic strip and if you draw a line with the card anywhere on your body while looking at the other person, your body is cut in half wherever the line was drawn. So he started to execute people one by one, by decapitating these rebels, one by one. He drew a line at his throat and he had now killed off over ten rebels. One of the girls next to me spoke up and her head was sliced clean off her neck - bone, muscle, nerves and all. A bunch of us gathered together and told ourselves that we would steal those weapons and use them to fight back. So we did. I held down one of the guards and we fought him while he killed our friends. After few minutes of severe struggle, we yanked the card out of his hands and I held it up, trying  to find a rebel in need of my help. And I started killing off these guards so we could escape from the gym we were closed off in. One of the guards was attacking my friend, taunting them to beg for their lives as she laughed and started slicing off one of his limbs. I looked at her intently and started drawing a line across by throat. I could almost feel the pain she would have one her body. When I was almost done slicing her neck, I stopped and grabbed my friend's hand. Her head hung on the side of her neck, like an oddly broken tree branch. We ran. Around ten to twenty of us made a run for it and we headed out the gym doors and into the hallways, not knowing where the hell we were going. We felt like we were forcefully blinded and the suspense was almost enough to make everyone crazy. Then, an image appeared in my head and told me to go a certain direction. Like a CG hologram of a person's face. First, a figure of a woman's face like my mother' s, then a father figure like Morgan Freeman, and so on. I can't remember the faces very well because I was so busy running after them but it felt like I could trust them. They spoke to me in soothing voices. By the time I followed their direction, we were surround by a group of grungy bikers/hippies in this weirdly large room. The gigantic sign on the door when we were entering said NO SMOKING. We saw no troops of the dictator and we knew we could rest easy there. No troops would give up smoking and it was almost unlawful not to smoke under the dictatorship. Behind them, there was an entire outside world where we could live off the land. A whole ecosystem leading from outside of that room. We were welcomed by this strange group of people and we lived there for a couple days and had our first good night's sleep, ate well and even had time to play with the children in that group. (And everybody know when you plah with children, it means peace.) Sometime after those blissful days, while we were surveilling outside as we usually did, we noticed a group of soldiers who started following us. We luckily diverted them by running circles around them (figuratively) and made it back safely, but we were so anxious and almost gave up because the panic was so surreal... As it turns out, one of the guys from our rebellion actually contacted the dictator and sold information in exchange of his life. We were so incredibly frustrated but couldn't do anything to further jeopardize our situation. Shortly thereafter, we were fighting the dictator and his troops once again and he was decapitating all the men and women who were brave enough to fight against them. I hid behind a short wall from all his troops and watched as my friends fell, their heads separated from their bodies. Then it was my turn. I was fighting the soldiers with my slaying card this whole time. The dictator and I looked and each other and started drawing a line across our throats. I felt the warmth of my blood dripping down the side of my body and knew we would both die from this. As we drew near the spine of our necks, I woke up - confused and sometime proud of my sacrifice to save the rebellion from the terrors of this awful dictator.

I just simply cannot understand what this dream meant. It just seems like another one of thise crazy random dreams I have all the time. Thoughts, questions and comments are all more than welcome!

Dreaming of Another Dimension

It wasn't so long ago that I had dreams of food. Those of you that know me to the core know that I have an ever longing passion for food that cannot be denied. Just a dream earlier, I was infuriated by people hiding my food and I accused my boyfriend of stealing it. Then it turned out one of my friends had hidden my delicious steaming bowl of katsudon so I gave him the full Hanna Lee wrath that is inevitable when it comes to the obsession of food. I accused my boyfriend because he'd already downed two whole plates of donkatsu and we were at a quaint Japanese diner. They only served the most delicious meals there. Obviously I would get mad for someone stealing my food. Or worse, not even appreciating the flavour combination that is the infamous katsudon and denying me the same pleasure. So what was my dream actually about? Why does it involve a different dimension? You'll see.

It wasn't quite evening yet. The sun was still up and I was walking around my bedroom with my huge walk-in closet and the obscurely large beautiful bed was just the sight anyone would want to see before falling asleep to the most peaceful and beautiful slumber. Then, I heard gun shots. See, this is the part I know is a dream since I live in a fairly large room but my closet has not enough space and never will have enough space because I tend to buy a new outfit ever so often, thinking I need it. But the truth is, I have enough clothes (including underwear) to not do my laundry for at least 2 months, considering I would change every single day into a different outfit. So, when I heard gun shots, I did what anyone would do and ducked out of sight and peered into my windows. Then I heard someone climbing a ladder. Don't ask me how I hear people climbing ladders, I just did. This is a dream after all. Our family mansion was being invaded. By several robbers? A horde? I wasn't sure. So I stayed out of sight and looked outside the window of my closet. Yeah, I know - it's a dream closet complete with windows! Through the windows came barging in a handsome fellow. He looked like Taylor Kitsch. Although I don't personally fancy him, so I really have no clue why I would have him appear in my dream.

He's got quite the physique and the utmost pleasing of appearances, I know, but don't be fooled. He was leading an alien army into my family mansion. Just then, when he came in, I decided to do what would result in a sickness. I tried to seduce the man to make time for my family's escape. By this time, I had shouted loudly to the members of my family that someone was going to rob us and maybe kill us, so it would be wise to hide. Taylor Kitsch walked up to me with a gun and pointed it at me. I don't recall what he sounded like or what he said. I was blinded by fear. Then, ever so slightly, I hugged him and said something along the lines of, "Why don't we enjoy ourselves a little? You've got me at gunpoint. I'm not going anywhere." So I led him to my bed and sat on top of him. Yes, there was definitely no nudity because as soon as I started to kiss him, I threw up on him. Ergo the aforementioned sickness. He was utterly shocked and disgusted that I had thrown up all over him. He shoved me off, muttered something negligent, and left my bedroom. Well, that was easy, I thought to myself. I'm free of him, at least.

As I made my way along the corridors of my family's mansion, I looked for my brothers. I did not see them or their dead bodies. It was going well, or so I hoped. Then came in the aliens. I did not see them closely, only shadows because I hid behind something. Alas the futuristic creatures have revealed themselves. My dad is a pastor/reverend in real life, so in this dream, I had no idea what they could possibly want with my family or these worldly possessions. Perhaps they wanted something else? Perhaps I could negotiate with them? I had all these thoughts inside my head, brewing for answers and escape.

All of a sudden, I was swarmed by special forces sent by the government to assist in our survival. They were trying to send me somewhere safe through a vortex. They shot a gun and it created a vortex on someone's body and we had to leap through it to get to the otherside. As bizarre as it sounds, it was quite realistic in my dream. So I climbed in and the officer beside the commanding officer (or so it seemed) climbed in with me and away we were swirling into this man's gut - through to another dimension. Taylor Kitsch appeared again, and found scissors somehow. This vortex could not be sealed, so the commanding officer was trying to sew up the man's gut and by doing so, he would deliver us from the handsome evil that was Taylor Kitsch and his horde of aliens. He gnawed away at the thread and ripped it open. I leapt out of the vortex and trying to be the heroine again, fought him for the scissors. I feared being stabbed. But right then, the scissors split in two and I grabbed the other end and as fast as I could and as hard as I could, I stabbed him in the gut.

The blade of the scissors were quite long and I could no longer see the metal. Only the plastic of the handle could be seen. At this moment, the officers seized him and the aliens disappeared. I saved our family! We were free at last! I was rejoicing at our battle with outer dimensional creatures and ran all the way down the corridors to the escalators and started to descend multiple levels and finally reached the basement. I walked past the media room with thousands of books and movies and televisions into the kitchen. My brothers and my mother were standing around the long dining table discussing the events that had occurred within the past few hours. My mother was suggesting dinner options. It was only dinner time? It had seemed like an entire day had gone by. My mother kept urging me to go find my father so off I went, up the stairs where I could see the rack of bicycles on the wall, all the way up to the ceiling. Of course our ceiling was sky high, considering it was a mansion. But something was off. The bicycles stopped a third way up. They were missing. I sensed tension in my stomach as I kept climbing up the stairs. There they were. Two female aliens laughing and chatting away over glasses of wine. I was mortified. They glanced at me and continued chatting. I ran back down the stairs and informed my mother and brothers that there were remaining aliens looming about the mansion. Just then, the aliens walked down with laser guns that were the size of Super Soakers. Then they shot my family, one member at a time. I could only hear the sound of my screams as I ran off, tears running down the sides of my cheeks. I ran past our maids and remaining special forces officers. They were lurking around a hidden bathroom. I rushed past them. The door of this hidden bathroom were like those of my own closet. They slid like wall dividers. The magnet at the end snapped shut and I sighed with relief as I tried to shake of my fear. I pulled the string to give myself light. Then I heard them approaching. The aliens. I quickly shut off the light by pulling the string once again. A collapse was seen through shadows beneath my feet. I manouvered my feet ever so slightly to avoid them seeing my shadows. The door was not long enough to cover my feet and I could not risk them finding me. The tension crept up to my stomach and up to my face. I was dead meat in no time, I thought. What surprised me was not my death, but how many of them had sprung up out of nowhere. There were lines of them, an entire army of them marching along my lovely decorated basement. Their shadows marched one by one to the stairs. I froze my eyes shut. Majority of them had gone by already. Maybe I would survive. But I would be a lone survivor out of my family. I had no more hope. No will to live - there was no one to live for. Then I made eye contact. They had changed appearances and now looked human. A primped up human with their blown up voluminous hair and doll eyes, complete with the beautiful long lashes. She sneered as she shot. I felt no pain. I raised my middle finger at her and she called to her comrades as I died. She shot my middle finger multiple times as I drew my dying breath. Then all was black.

And I awoke in my room, staring at the ceiling, and at my sliding door closet. All was well again. My family was not massacred and we did not live in a mansion, but we were living and sound asleep.