Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/29/2018
By AJacobs
Anyways, I was kind of in Victorian Era or prior with 18th or 19th century military with I believe red coats. I recall being in my backyard I think for a little as well as giant theatre buildings. I know I was with one boy who at one point had his mother there saying you will die if you stay in the army. She was Hispanic. I swore to myself to try and protect him at any cost. There was also one young woman who we were with who was proclaiming herself the queen (was this the US after it fell in the 1800s or perhaps before it even began?). I recall moving through one great building in detail. We got inside and were in this massive entry way. We tried to trudge on. One great double doors leading to the outside meant certain death if passed. To the left of that, a cutained entryway led to a giant warehouse room that was filled with cardboard boxes. There was also one man apparently in the to the front at a... computer? facing the other way. I looked in there many times as did the wise older man. I think we got a message through the man door which seemed to be luring us into the warehouse as a trap which we both had already concluded. I know I woke up at least once in the middle of the dream and it might have been here. I don't remember how we got out of there. Maybe actually we did charge out that door, or I'm just remembering a later segment in the grassy open area. Later, we were out in grassy area with I believe paved roads and marsh a hundred feet to the side of the road. We were fighting... robots... I think. So I guess this era is better described as Steampunk in the early age of gunpowder. I'm sorry I don't remember enough details here, I remember charging across areas, people being shot, perhaps the old mechanical robots had melee weapons like chainsaws and blades too. I eventually woke up. We definitely had redcoat uniforms as well as rifled muskets or rifles. I don't recall actually having to reload them, but they were there alright.