March 24, 2014: This dream started as I was in a home very similar to my parents' home. At the time, Mother was there. Though I don't remember what we were arguing about, I do know we both were really angry. She stormed out the door into what was, I assume(d), the garage carrying a balloon. Out of anger, I slammed the door on a balloon I was supposed to give to her, attempting to pop it. Unfortunately for me, I somehow missed the balloon, slamming it on the balloon's 'string'. Suddenly feeling better, I went to the living room and found my brother, Mark, sitting there.
He turned to me, looking to be over 30 years old, and asked how old i was.
I responded with, "About 23 or about 24."
"About 23 million or 24 million," he corrected, making it apparent that it was far into the future. As far as I know, he seemed to vanish right after that, so I say down in a rocking chair. Not long afterwards, an older man who resembled one of my uncles sat down and gave me a few dozen pens. According to him, I was on the verge of breaking a rule and that I should be careful with how many pens I share. Though my mind didn't explain, I understood what he meant.
He seemed to leave just as suddenly as Mark had. Two girls arrived, vaguely resembling my sisters. Whoever they were, I was completely comfortable with their presence (not that anyone other than my Mom bothered me in the dream anyway). One of the girls sat down on a rocking chair across from me and the other grabbed one of the pens I was just given, walking away. The one sitting across from me asked if she could borrow one, and I told her to go ahead and take one. Immediately after she did so, it hit me; I just went over the limit of possessions.
I looked over at the girl who walked away, and I saw her drop a huge pile of pens as a bunch of open umbrellas fell from nowhere behind her. A brief alarm went off as lights flashed red. Something had begun. A holographic screen appeared behind the girl and played a video. A voice speaking over the video explained the rules of what we were about to do; collect the amount of a given item, and discard them into a bin.
At this moment, I could see a transparent image in a small area of my vision as I looked away from the screen, into the dark kitchen. I knew this image was a flashback; a memory of mine. In the vision I could see two old men, both 40 or older, discussing a test. The oldest looking one with dark brown and graying hair (who might have resembled my father) said that some scientist had "tested it", and were forced to play a game called Warrior.
After the vision, I decided to run away. So I took myself outside and vaulted over the railing, landing on my feet on the ground. I looked back and saw my home, which, despite resembling my birth place in the inside, looked like a rectangular building with two stories and a set of stairs going into the room I had just came from. The entire top floor and a single room in the corner of the ground floor glowed as a strip of blue energy went across it. At this moment, I acknowledged there was no legitimate reason to run away, whether it was possible or not, I don't know. I climbed up the stairs just in time to see the video finishing.
On the screen was a picture of white smoke coming out of a three barreled shotgun, which turned into two people laying on the ground. looking oddly peaceful. Though I wasn't listening to the speaker, I knew they were saying that if you lose, you'll die. When I started to pay attention to what it was saying, it said we had to gather the given item and deposit it into a bin. Finally, the game began. In the bottom of my peripheral vision I saw something that said "Pens /17", and a timer starting from one minute. Of course, this meant the computer gave us a minute to gather 17 pens, disposing of them.
At this point I woke up in the middle of the night, but didn't stay up very long. I went back to sleep and another dream started. IN this dream, I was chasing a tall friend of mine (Logan) through a museum-like YMCA, as neither of us really cared enough to pay attention. Exiting 'museum' part, he immediately ran into the bathroom, vanishing out of my sight for awhile.
Waiting for him, I looked around, observing my surroundings. I could see that there was a two-man wide doorway that would take you to a high ceiling, large room. In the room were indents in the ground that likely held water. Pools. Finally, a bunch of males came out of the bathroom, carrying various things (such as benches and lockers). When Logan walked out, he said they had to help them in order to use the bathroom for free. He walked into the large room and I followed after him, still not wanting to leave him. Suddenly, a bunch of time apparently went by as I stood in the massive room.
Looking around, I saw that high up on the wall were some lockers. A few of them were open, and through the lockers was yet another large white room. Finally, I looked on the ground, seeing many people laying on it in sleeping bags. Deciding it was time for me to leave, I left the room, going for the gate in which we had to go out to leave the museum area. Unfortunately, it was blocked with bars, suggesting the exit was closed, though, on the other side, were two people. I asked them if I could leave, but they said I couldn't. Adding onto my question, I told them that I didn't even do anything, so they told me I could leave if I get them a specific ring. Somehow, I knew that giving them the ring they wanted wasn't a good idea, so I told them I might give it to them.
Luckily enough, they didn't question me about what I meant. Afterwards, I went back into the room and woke up Logan. We met a little kid and begun to play various board games, though I can't actually name or describe any of them (other than one other, but that's for later). I went out into the hallway and found a symbol. Unfortunately, I don't know how to describe it, other than it appeared to be made out of blue plastic, and was, perhaps, similar to a net in the sense that lines crisscrossed each other. Anyway, I picked it up, looking at the gate guards. To them, I yelled, "Here ya go!" and threw it towards them, Intentionally missing them, it bounced off a wall and down a corridor. The two chased after it, vanishing out of sight. I turned around, quickly finding that the ring was on the ground behind me. Curious, I picked it up, and pocketed it. Not long afterwards, they came up to me, continuing to look for the ring.
The three of us walked into the large room, and a gate closed off our access to the assumed exit. At this point, they asked Logan about ti a bit, but he knew absolutely nothing about it. Meanwhile, I felt very mischievous, so I moved the ring to my back pocket as they weren't paying attention to me. In my head, I felt that they would know where it was if I kept it in my front pockets.
After moving it, they decided to play another game, so I watched with anticipation. This particular game was played with a board, though I can't say much more than that. All I know is that if Logan lost so many games, something horrible would happen. Finishing it, they moved onto the next game in which you had to put rubber ducks in a circle, then keep them floating upright. I started to yell things in 'gibberish', making the girls ducks fall over. The dream ended with me calling to the ring for power.
He turned to me, looking to be over 30 years old, and asked how old i was.
I responded with, "About 23 or about 24."
"About 23 million or 24 million," he corrected, making it apparent that it was far into the future. As far as I know, he seemed to vanish right after that, so I say down in a rocking chair. Not long afterwards, an older man who resembled one of my uncles sat down and gave me a few dozen pens. According to him, I was on the verge of breaking a rule and that I should be careful with how many pens I share. Though my mind didn't explain, I understood what he meant.
He seemed to leave just as suddenly as Mark had. Two girls arrived, vaguely resembling my sisters. Whoever they were, I was completely comfortable with their presence (not that anyone other than my Mom bothered me in the dream anyway). One of the girls sat down on a rocking chair across from me and the other grabbed one of the pens I was just given, walking away. The one sitting across from me asked if she could borrow one, and I told her to go ahead and take one. Immediately after she did so, it hit me; I just went over the limit of possessions.
I looked over at the girl who walked away, and I saw her drop a huge pile of pens as a bunch of open umbrellas fell from nowhere behind her. A brief alarm went off as lights flashed red. Something had begun. A holographic screen appeared behind the girl and played a video. A voice speaking over the video explained the rules of what we were about to do; collect the amount of a given item, and discard them into a bin.
At this moment, I could see a transparent image in a small area of my vision as I looked away from the screen, into the dark kitchen. I knew this image was a flashback; a memory of mine. In the vision I could see two old men, both 40 or older, discussing a test. The oldest looking one with dark brown and graying hair (who might have resembled my father) said that some scientist had "tested it", and were forced to play a game called Warrior.
After the vision, I decided to run away. So I took myself outside and vaulted over the railing, landing on my feet on the ground. I looked back and saw my home, which, despite resembling my birth place in the inside, looked like a rectangular building with two stories and a set of stairs going into the room I had just came from. The entire top floor and a single room in the corner of the ground floor glowed as a strip of blue energy went across it. At this moment, I acknowledged there was no legitimate reason to run away, whether it was possible or not, I don't know. I climbed up the stairs just in time to see the video finishing.
On the screen was a picture of white smoke coming out of a three barreled shotgun, which turned into two people laying on the ground. looking oddly peaceful. Though I wasn't listening to the speaker, I knew they were saying that if you lose, you'll die. When I started to pay attention to what it was saying, it said we had to gather the given item and deposit it into a bin. Finally, the game began. In the bottom of my peripheral vision I saw something that said "Pens /17", and a timer starting from one minute. Of course, this meant the computer gave us a minute to gather 17 pens, disposing of them.
One of the people immediately ran into the bathroom, reminding me of my dad, and the other ran into the kitchen, vanishing as well. I ran back to the living room and begun picking up pens as the timer was reaching 30 seconds. After getting all the pens I saw, I jogged through the kitchen and into a room that doesn't resemble any part of my birthplace, finding a counter-like structure that allowed me to drop the pens into an opening. The counter (in the bottom of my vision) changed to "Pens 7/17". In my head, I knew I didn't enough time to gather them all, but I knew I did my best, and that perhaps I would be rewarded with keeping my life as I saw the timer draw very close to the end. Then the dream ended.
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At this point I woke up in the middle of the night, but didn't stay up very long. I went back to sleep and another dream started. IN this dream, I was chasing a tall friend of mine (Logan) through a museum-like YMCA, as neither of us really cared enough to pay attention. Exiting 'museum' part, he immediately ran into the bathroom, vanishing out of my sight for awhile.
Waiting for him, I looked around, observing my surroundings. I could see that there was a two-man wide doorway that would take you to a high ceiling, large room. In the room were indents in the ground that likely held water. Pools. Finally, a bunch of males came out of the bathroom, carrying various things (such as benches and lockers). When Logan walked out, he said they had to help them in order to use the bathroom for free. He walked into the large room and I followed after him, still not wanting to leave him. Suddenly, a bunch of time apparently went by as I stood in the massive room.
Looking around, I saw that high up on the wall were some lockers. A few of them were open, and through the lockers was yet another large white room. Finally, I looked on the ground, seeing many people laying on it in sleeping bags. Deciding it was time for me to leave, I left the room, going for the gate in which we had to go out to leave the museum area. Unfortunately, it was blocked with bars, suggesting the exit was closed, though, on the other side, were two people. I asked them if I could leave, but they said I couldn't. Adding onto my question, I told them that I didn't even do anything, so they told me I could leave if I get them a specific ring. Somehow, I knew that giving them the ring they wanted wasn't a good idea, so I told them I might give it to them.
Luckily enough, they didn't question me about what I meant. Afterwards, I went back into the room and woke up Logan. We met a little kid and begun to play various board games, though I can't actually name or describe any of them (other than one other, but that's for later). I went out into the hallway and found a symbol. Unfortunately, I don't know how to describe it, other than it appeared to be made out of blue plastic, and was, perhaps, similar to a net in the sense that lines crisscrossed each other. Anyway, I picked it up, looking at the gate guards. To them, I yelled, "Here ya go!" and threw it towards them, Intentionally missing them, it bounced off a wall and down a corridor. The two chased after it, vanishing out of sight. I turned around, quickly finding that the ring was on the ground behind me. Curious, I picked it up, and pocketed it. Not long afterwards, they came up to me, continuing to look for the ring.
The three of us walked into the large room, and a gate closed off our access to the assumed exit. At this point, they asked Logan about ti a bit, but he knew absolutely nothing about it. Meanwhile, I felt very mischievous, so I moved the ring to my back pocket as they weren't paying attention to me. In my head, I felt that they would know where it was if I kept it in my front pockets.
After moving it, they decided to play another game, so I watched with anticipation. This particular game was played with a board, though I can't say much more than that. All I know is that if Logan lost so many games, something horrible would happen. Finishing it, they moved onto the next game in which you had to put rubber ducks in a circle, then keep them floating upright. I started to yell things in 'gibberish', making the girls ducks fall over. The dream ended with me calling to the ring for power.
