Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 3/23/2018
By Чернобог
I remember part of my dream as being in a car, at night. It felt like a scene from grand theft auto. I wasn’t driving, and I didn’t know the person who was. We’re driving on a downhill road that leads to a pier, and she starts speeding up and hitting people. I could feel it each time someone got hit and we were fast. This started to make me think it was a dream, and as we reached the end of the road our car catches some air and flips. We’re flying toward a small flat barge near the pier. The driver says “Come on, I wanna get this right!” As if she’s been trying to land the car onto the pier for a while but can’t get the right angle. I was semilucid here, thinking, “oh I’m dreaming and so is she, I’m just along for the ride. Guess she’s been at this for a little while.” Before we even land, the dream changes. I’m in my own home, but it’s not mine. I’m with a girl again, but this time she’s my protector. I believe I was some lab experiment or test subject who may have had superpowers (I didn’t get to use them). Anyways, I’m at my house, and I’m hiding. Some woman is here and she has her child with her but she’s looking for me. She finds me and I run with my protector to leave and get in the car. We drive away, but for some reason we have to come back. When we get there, a cop is there trying to arrest us, saying we ran away from a crime scene. Apparently someone called 911 after seeing all the commotion. My protector explained to the cop my situation and he got in OUR car and we drove to a safe house. It was a small loft with two little windows, and it had enough room for all of use to sleep comfortably in there. I was looking out the window and my protector told me it was time to sleep, so I tucked myself in and closed my eyes. Then I woke up.