Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 1/13/2017
By LonelyTroll
There was a lot going on. At first i was at a house with several family and friends, we were staying there for an extended period of time, similar to how my family and the J family would rent a home for a week to stay in Seaside OR between Christmas and New Years. I was staying in a downstairs area. I went to a store with Kyle for a while and we were trying to pick up the basic tools I would need to be able to survive and work out of my car. It was my old car, the blue Honda Civic. There was this peculiar sense of focus on the ground in the parking lot outside of my car where i was packing things up. The parking lot had a similar feel to the space between the Starbucks on S and the Grocery outlet. The dream had a slight shift in focus where i was working on growing several types of plants, and although it was something i had never really cared about before, it was making sense to me, and I believe it was important because I was growing food to subsist on. I was upstairs at this house, out on the deck where my Grandma on my Dads side, had her garden set up. It was, and is, mostly flowers, but i was learning a lot from studying the way she grew things. Then I was downstairs again. Things had a stronger survival feel at this point, and i was setting up a living space and fashioning a bed out of a couple of old couches. At this point my dad came downstairs and presented a gift that he had been working on for me. It was a wooden sheath/quiver that he had custom made to hold several of my knives and swords. I remember being really impressed with it but asking if we could make some changes two it. Instead of holding random collectors items i wanted it changed so it would hold my Gerber LMF II [my favorite survival knife], a hatchet, and a heavy machete, as these were tools that I would be keeping with me. Then we were upstairs looking out large windows out on a bay. There was a terrible wind coming from the south causing boats to capsize and the waves to pull cars off the road and into the sea. The Government had initiated martial law and people were being rounded up. People were looting and attacking each other. I investigated a boat that had been capsized and discovered an old fashioned suitcase in a cargo compartment. I found that the case belonged to an elderly woman and among her possessions was a planner/journal contained in a beige leather book jacket, the sort with a zipper and slots for pens and other papers. I took this back to a bed where i was staying to read through it. I was now in a bunk bed in a sort of refugee/prison camp. The notebook seemed to contain some important information on where i could find a stockpile of weapons and resources. As i was going over this a couple of armed guards or officers came through and started bothering me. Apparently listening to music of any kind was not permissible and they were ensuring that all instruments, music players, speakers and headphones were confiscated. When they got to me they said "Ha, thought you could slip through the cracks huh?". I was so focused on the notebook that I didn't know what they were talking about, but i had headphones around my neck, it was only a coincidence that I wasn't listening to any music on them at the moment. I was very worried about them discovering the notebook, but I reminded myself that they had no reason to think that it was anything significant, and that from the cover, it probably looked like somebodies bible. They went on to to explain that they had caught me listening to music, pointing out my headphones. They were expecting me to be really concerned, but my mind was so much on other things that I just brushed it of and said, 'no, im not actually.' And i turned the headphone speaker out and heard it up to the guard so he could hear that there was no music. They should have taken the headphones, but they were so thrown off by my response that they just told me not to listen to any music and i said I wouldn't. Then things got wired. The one guard who had been talking to me started to walk out into the hallway and the other said 'I'll be right there, im gonna do my thing.' He then explained that he was going to have me locked up if I didn't give him head. I was more irritated than alarmed at this, but i played it cool and sat up on the cot. When he got closer I grabbed him by the neck with both hands and began strangling him. The dream got Incredibly detailed and i remember feeling the point where i was pinching his arteries shut, squeezing more and feeling his trachea straining, more still until i could feel the tendons pulled tight as bow strings and threatening to snap. I didn't hold him very long, before i let him go. I remember wondering if he would get the idea and just leave, or if he would try to kill or arrest me once he fully came too. I held him up until he got over the spins and he could focus his eyes again and i told him that I let him go and he should just forget about it. He walked out of the room and i was surprised that it had gone so well. The next thing i remember is trying to make my way along the shore, presumably to the place where the notebook had directed me too. It was a literal war zone, with broken down buildings, barricades, razor wire, and searchlights. I was rushing through this place with some people, but I don't think it was anybody that i was close too or knew. Soldiers were firing on us. I believe i had my knife and my bow. There was a makeshift bridge between a building and a watchtower and i needed to get up there. The last part of the dream that i remember is rushing across that bridge with a group of people and a lot of us getting killed.