Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/14/2016
By kakashi
In this dream i lived on the west coast, in Northern California. The beginning showed scenes of bombings taking place from terrorist attacks, which I wasn't really worried about because I figured the media was making it up. But there were slow motion scenes of different bombs going off right off the mainland, as people attacked ships and docks. This was apparently taking place all over the United States. What I was really concerned about was that there was a zombie virus that was just beginning to spread, and no one knew about it. In fact, my character as me didn't know about it. My dream just showed different scenes of dead people coming back to life and walking. Anyway. So I start out in my dream as a Native American boy. My hair is long and black, and I have lost my left hand because a horse took it from me. It is implied in the dream that I lost it when I was young for misbehaving, which meant the horse had to have it. My father is a medicine man in our tribe, and now that I am of age, I have to get my hand back. So my father tells me that my hand has been hidden beneath "the second tile of the theater" and I have to go to this really old university to find it. So, then I'm running, and I'm running about as fast as a car on the highway. I'm going through the woods and valleys, in the background I can hear the bomb explosions from terrorist attacks, and I pass zombies as I go, thinking "someone oughtta be warned about this," as Im running. I break through the trees and see a huge, sandy and barren battlefield. I'm here to find Corey (my real life husband) to help me get my hand back. At this point, I'm still a Native American 18 year old. I find him in the midst of a battle, wherein I see him practicing Wing Chung and basically owning the fight and I grab his hand and pull him away. He knows why I'm here and we run across the desert to an old university in the middle of the woods. We're walking around the university and I'm slowly turning into my real life form (white, thin, young) but my left hand is still gone. Corey and I walked into an old theater that has a bunch of small, old hallways and we begin looking a through chests and closets. We come across an old stage that has a ginormous, faded quilt draped across it. We lift up the quilt and begin pulling tile pieces out of it, but my hand still isn't there. We're interrupted by a theater class who has been watching us through the curtains of the next room, and the professor for the class calls us into the room and asks us to teach fight scenes. I get paired against my real life best friend who does theater and she and I do drills of fighting. I show her some moves (because I do kickboxing and Wing Chung irl) and the room gets really quiet. I decide to try to leave, and Corey comes up behind me saying he's found my hand. We run from the room and Corey has a small cigar box that has my hand in it. We have to take it back to my father so that he can perform a ceremony to return it to me. As we are running, my friend that I was sparring with calls me. She is apparently a witch in the Harry Potter universe, and she's complaining about her ex boyfriend, Ron Weasley because he started doing online role playing and his content for it was apparently pedoephelic and incestuous. She shows me his account on deviantart and talks about how creepy it is. I'm pretty sure I got my hand reattached, but that's about where the dream cuts off.