Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/29/2020
By lazylucid
There are so many different parts to try to remember if this dream. At one part I'm with someone who's like a son to me and we're traveling a great distance through traffic which has no order since there is no more society. At one point we get out of our vehicles and descend into some sort of train station. As we're coming up out of the station a man comes down wearing a crazy getup and aiming a pistol. He has a helmet on and is dressed like a stream punk Knight. He appears to be chasing someone whom he mistakes for me. The walls are red. I jump behind a wall and he fires a shot which almost hits me. He aims around the corner I jumped behind as many people exclaim and gasp. He sees my face before he shoots and smiles and apologizes and leaves. My son or the person who is trying to join and fit in with us is a little angry. I laugh it off saying that this was the third time this week! After that he and I are walking somewhere and he is close by my side. We're crossing a busy intersection. My old right hand man comes between us and creates enough distance to talk. He says to me that he does not believes that this young man believes in our God. He's just fooling us to try to fit in. I'm humored. I listen but only half seriously. (I wake up with the feeling of wanting to see this dream, I'm very intrigued by it, it's like a movie.) There is another scene where I direct two groups of people to split up and run from something, I can't remember what. They are all very afraid. I tell them to line up in single file. We're on a street with trees on all sides. Well two streets actually; one street crossing the other like a T. I tell them to be quiet and to wait for my signal. They wait. Then I tell one group on the other side of the street to run left and meet up with us later. The other group runs right and I go with them. Later on I notice I've been separated from my son/daughter I can't tell the gender but I think it's a girl. I walk pass some sort of area where they check your identity. Then I go to my old abandoned house. I tell someone who's with me to wait outside, people have been breaking into places and staying in other people's houses. I enter my house and there is a man there whom I do not recognize. He isn't belligerent. Her tells me that he was just staying there for a while and he had nowhere to go. I look around and notice two kicked doors. The house is a mess of course. He then said that the person who he stays with usually keeps all three doors locked and that she likes it that way. I check the door on the left and it is indeed locked and then I open the door on the right. My daughter is inside. I get the feeling that she isn't my actual daughter but she's lost her family and has grown quite fond of me. She gives me a strong warm hug and it's very happy to see me. Her hair is unkempt and she was sleeping. She's wearing clothes that are too big for her. I open some drawers looking for her favorite hoodie. I get it and we leave. We cross another check point and that's all that I remember.