First I flew on a tiny turboprop plane (yes, specifically turboprop) to northern Norway or Canada (same difference ), the plane landed on a dirt runway. We embarked into a tiny restaurant (see the recurring "tiny"? That was the theme of this dream apparently) inside the airport building, then all of a sudden I was on a train which ran through valleys. The mountains were partly interspersed with caves which in past times were apparently used as defensive fortifications since there were still artillery and anti-aircraft guns inside, but they were clearly all defunct. The train partly ran on streets through tiny villages and didn't care about red lights, even when I shouted to the train conductor to stop when we approached crowded intersections. To my amazement the traffic always cleared right before the train arrived at the intersections, even though it was gridlocked moments before. I'd guess the people driving the cars in the gridlock knew that they wouldn't stand a chance against a train...
Then I woke up.
In retrospective it had to be Norway since Canada doesn't need artillery and anti-aircraft guns...
Another one from last night: I was supposed to teach someone a text editor on a PC, I prepared hundreds of lessons, but all she was interested in was drawing a detailed combat helmet. Amazingly she was able to draw it in the text editor, and not in ASCII art but as if she was using a graphics program like Photoshop. :?
It's not the content of the dream that's that impressive, but the way it played out. Other than the fact that I was pretty succssfully hitting it off with who a person I now realize was played by Deborah Ann Wool, but that's beside the point.
In the dream an event happened that in the dream I remembered having happened before (in real life it hadn't, because this event in particular hasn't happened and has quite a low chance of happening in the first place) and my mind conjured up memories of that past event, down to the date, location and smaller events tied to it. Now... was this a false memory my mind was making up on the spot or was I remembering a previous dream I had, but forgotten? At various points I had realized I was dreaming and it felt like a continuation of a previous dream, which I do believe is the first step towards lucid dreaming, but I couldn't take advantage of it and instead just woke up.
Incidentally I had a weird dream last night as well: I was with a current colleague in the city I used to go to high school. I had my bicycle with me and had to fiddle around with it, my colleague left so we would meet up where we wanted to go. After I was done with fiddling around with my bicycle I went to catch him, but somehow he didn't take the same route as me so I never saw him on my way. I went through the pedestrian precinct of said city I used to go to high school (no alterations here, it was exactly that pedestrian precinct), but a bridge crossing a river had been demolished shortly before. The detour was down to the riverbed and through the river on a submerged sandbank which I managed to navigate without getting my feet wet even though I didn't have my bike with me anymore. On the other side of the river the steps up didn't lead back to the pedestrian precinct I was before, instead it lead to a field which I crossed. I arrived at a yard of a beer brewery, but the floor of the yard was a couple of meters below the field. To help with getting to the floor of the yard there were beer crates laid out like steps, but irregularly. I didn't just walk down those stairs since they were partly too high so I more or less floated down to the next step.
Now this was a properly weird dream so I had to write it up immediately...
In the dream I owned the Swift and a Mercedes G-Wagon. At some point I drove with the Swift on the Autobahn while someone else drove the G-Wagon. Suddenly many people apparently got very angry at me, cutting me off and cursing at me. Since I drove very defensively I ignored them until a police car came up behind me with blues and twos. Being a good citizen I stopped at the next gas station and stepped out of the Swift from the back seat (remember, this is the Swift, it doesn't have back seats). The police officers started shouting at me why I failed to stop when they were behind me for a long time, but I thought they were behind me just for a short amount of time and I thought I stopped immediately. Then they proceeded to point at the G-Wagon, stating they saw it tailgaiting other cars, flashing it's headlights and even trying to ram them off the road. I didn't understand why they were mad at me, but they didn't seem to register that I drove the Swift and not the G-Wagon. It went back and forth, they let me wear a VR-headset showing me what the G-Wagon did and whatnot. After a couple of hours they finally understood that it wasn't me driving the G-Wagon which they only thought because I owned it.
I had a dream t'other night whereby me and Girlfriend_70s were watching some dogs playing in a park. Then there was a big grey wolf playing in amongst the dogs. Then the dogs were ours. Then the wolf was ours.
We had a pack of pet dogs, which was great. And a pet wolf, which was cool as fuck.
Last night I dreamt that @Dr_Grip and I went to binge drink in some pubs Berlin - presumably, because the dream began on the way home.
Which involved swimming in the Spree river and ended when he broke his hand after jumping from the Spree cliffs (yeah right... the area is in fact very flat) and landing on the shore instead of in the water. He then sat down there uttering that everything is fine and no, there is no need for an ambulance while I couldn't call that ambulance because my phone had died due to being in my pocket while swimming.
Someone I know who I haven't talked to in years was in it. The scene was, I got pulled over by the police, I'm going through the normal stuff when my old friend pulls up behind, gets out and starts talking to the police, I remember getting out of my car at that time, and then getting on the ground in a nearby field in some bushes to hide. After that, I see old friend walk out to the field pull out a gun and shoot himself in the head and I watch his body fall to the ground with a thump. The whole time I'm yelling but theres no reaction from anybody as if everyone is deaf.
After that I wake up and it's 3AM. I don't remember having that deep of a connection to this person and like I said haven't talked to him in years. It was weird and I couldn't go back to sleep for a few hours.