I was in a large city, and it was the end of the world. Some revolutionary forces had created a device which would end the world--it was seated in a large enclosed stadium. People were flocking to it. It was a party, an end-of-the-world party. Even the authorities were ushering people in. It was as if they were resigned to the fact that there was no stopping this device, so let's just all come experience it in a nice orderly fashion.
I went in as well, through these large, open doors, past police with nightsticks. Lights were flicking on and off. Music was thumping, the bass pounding against the metal floors and walls like some enormous rave. Debris floated in the black air. People screamed, sobbed and shouted. I saw my friend on the stairs, heading down [he looked just like my old friend Raun from high school]. There were two minutes left until the device was triggered.
"We can stop this," I said to him.
"How?"
I pointed up. He followed me back up the stairs, to a ramp that wound around the inner walls of the stadium.
We ran up the ramp and finally found a short door off to the side. We went in, and found a square stairwell. We ran up and up to reach the top of the building.
[segue into new dream]
At the top of stairs I was alone. The view was open, looking over a pool in an apartment complex. There was a shootout going on. I was one of the outlaws.
I was handed a gunbelt with ammo and at least two pistols. A man filled one of the pistols with dried corn. Another gun used small corn cobs as ammo; when the gun fired it sucked through a portion of the cob and expelled. These weapons were deadly.
I shot at my enemies. I hid in shadows, guns cocked and pointed upward. At one point they drove by me, slowly, in a black SUV. A man in black sunglasses rolled his window down and sneered at me. I pointed my red corn-fed pistol at him, held it there. They drove off. I snuck back into a dark hideout where other outlaws and I swapped stories and stocked up on ammunition and rifles.
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Both of these dreams would have been nightmares for me. But come to think about it , you are like some stud in both of them. And you have always come off so humble in real life. Are you dying to do something crazy?
darin and i think this is so your personality matt...if the world really was ending you'd be rational about it and be like, let's work this out...we can fix this. the corncob weaponry is a weird idea, kind of like sustainable bullets. you are good at writing out dreams in such a way that they are appealing to read and fun little stories. i would love to do some kind of mythical analysis of your dreams based on jungian approaches. but i would have to think long and hard about it.
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