Date: 1/27/2019
By AJacobs
This last bit of dream is connected kind of to the previous one as in the setting is similar... slightly to the room and house before it morphed into an outdoor pool with sharks. I remember going through a giant library with my dad. Although it looked kind of like a Giant superstore... It was a library. I checked out a few movies. Battlestar Galactica Remembered (I think it was a documentary about Battlestar Galactica, made in 1978 and documentary released in 2003, as it said on the cover.) Take in mind I have never seen or know anything about Battlestar Galactica. But I don't think it is as old as 1978... One thing I thought I got was Red Dawn (another movie I have yet to see). Although when I looked at it later I realized it wasn't quite that. Possibly a similar premise though. Red Dead... not Redemption, but something that was some other Sci-Fi thing about a cult that worshipped a spirit that lives in a dead body. I think the titles on the last two changed when I wasn't looking. In the parking lot on the way to the car with my dad, I looked at them and felt surprised. So we found ourselves back at a house. Kind of... We walk through a giant warehouse where I guess the events of the third movie are happening. So there is this futuristic cult setting up for the coming of their evil spirit... Talking to each other. Once it is free it will possess one of us. Then in the second room is a body on an elevated orange mattress, maybe with one leg hanging off. I realize it must be the corpse that the spirit is currently trapped inside. My dad and I keep walking... And I think that is pretty much it. Warning: Brief Adult Description Ahead! Either here, or earlier. I think sometime earlier. I had like a 2-d image of colored drawings of various women from Star Wars. Padme, maybe Shmi, (young) Aunt Beru, Leia, and maybe another one or two women. I could like click or touch each of their breasts to feel them. I was doing that... I feel my member harden and slightly went in and out of sleep kind of. Stopping myself so I don't cream my underwear.