Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/19/2024
By Marbot457
Starts off with a second kidnapping by the Homelander brigade. Have had this dream before, never seen the show but super-nazi Homelander and some other bald muscle-heads kidnap a number of people and bring them onto these rickety flat not-really-aerodynamically-correct passenger planes and start asking nonsensical questions after taking all cellular devices (i gave up my father’s on accident and kept mine, i know their game). “Who amongst you has dark opal rings?” then proceed to check the finger of every person there. No dark opal on me, so they GIVE me two beautiful rings with that essence instead. “All parents with children younger than 13, come this way, you will be safe.” They will be, kind of. They did this last time the kidnapping happened, they took all the parents and kids to “university” - the authorities still haven’t found the location, but there has been solid proof that these taken people are still alive. “Any man older than 60, you may leave.” They get transported away - my father is phased out of my eyesight. He has my phone, damn. I am sitting near the back of the plane with some childless parents and 20-40 year olds. A woman at the front near Homelander begins sobbing, talking of not wanting to bed him. I think she is silly, he doesn’t want those things - he only wants to sow discourse and kill people with his fucked up games (again haven’t seen the show and this is MY dream). Someone, a victim, asks why I am so calm, I say this is the second time this has happened to me. They ask why I am so calm, do i Believe I will live? I say no, I just never ended up coping from the last one. That elicits a few chuckles…. and some attention drawn. Double Damn. A father who doesn’t speak english is sitting next to me with his baby, he hadn’t understood that safety was two questions ago and no one told him (bastards), she grabs my finger and I can feel my heart calm. The dream shifts. 23 of us have been freed. Survivors. I find myself at the same underground tunnel as the last time, my stomach heaves in the bathroom that Id stumbled towards. The father and little girl are nowhere to be seen. I wont cope with this either. I exit the tunnel and sit, others pour out as well, disoriented and dazed. They will find solace in the sun and in the air, but peace will remain far from reach. Shots ring out in the square, this is different, didn’t happen last time. “All people ages 35-60 to be shot in violation of being the age range of the previous vice presidents in history.” (weird, and inaccurate but like idk) I run, i am not that age but still they are shooting at me. I draw up the strengh to fly, flapping my arms wildly and shakily floating upwards. I am zooming to a point off to the right, a mall, and fall through the glass roof into it. The mall is endless, i am running with no one chasing but i am running all the same. Dream shifts - weird now. Robert zombiefication…. a bank, new york city, flew myself and others to the high points so the robert man couldnt see us, and superman. powers… a stamp “marked for death” in blood upon my palm. They release the others trapped with me, in return they say they want to kill only me, but they cant enter the bank. they kill him and because of being makred my right eye bears only sights for death, a half gaze of reality and ghostly images from beyond the grave. A flightless bird, an omen of death.