anatomy of a dream.
today i had the third chapter of a dream.
i wasn't really aware that dreams could have chapters as well, but it seems that way. but i've had three dreams over the last months that seem to be telling me a story. most parts of them are blurred, for that is the nature of dreams; but still, i can make out a plot, characters, action and space. let's start.
space: the most important parts of the dream seem to take place at my former university's building, even though i'm not sure about what makes me identify it, since everything is different: the stairs are different, the walls are different, the doors - there are so many - are different. it seems an office building, you know, one of those modern office buildings. most of the action takes place into the basement levels of the building, which implies that some doors lead not to office, but to dark rooms, storage areas. the building is secured by armed guards.
action/plot: the three dreams have something in common: the two main characters were, for some reason i can never remember, trying to break into the building at night. they needed to discover something, to find out some proof that would save something, eventually someone (not sure if it was themselves). they wear black clothes, and they carry all the required gear - ropes, hooks, lockpicks, all sorts of gadgets to do this and that and, of course, guns. interesting side note: in all dreams there is a shooting sequence.
characters: i am the main character, dressing in black. in last night's dream, i carried with me a pair of handguns (can't specify the model). i remember one of the previous dreams - think it was the second one - in which i carried a .12 pump-action shotgun, following the best terminator-style. my comrade, whom i am unable to identify, usually prefers to carry a faster weapon, like a heckler&koch mp5 submachine gun. there is a third character, and his nature is probably the greatest mistery of this dream sequence. it is a guy older than me, slightly shorter and not too bulkier than me. considering his clothes, he could belong to some special force team, even though no one can tell. i do remember his face clearly: green, small eyes, thin lips, short hair military-style. he doesn't talk much, but seems to think a lot. he ponders every detail, thinks about every possibility. while he's not the leader, he is the one who knows the space, so he is often leading the way, or coming to our rescue when things get rough. i don't know his name.
i wasn't really aware that dreams could have chapters as well, but it seems that way. but i've had three dreams over the last months that seem to be telling me a story. most parts of them are blurred, for that is the nature of dreams; but still, i can make out a plot, characters, action and space. let's start.
space: the most important parts of the dream seem to take place at my former university's building, even though i'm not sure about what makes me identify it, since everything is different: the stairs are different, the walls are different, the doors - there are so many - are different. it seems an office building, you know, one of those modern office buildings. most of the action takes place into the basement levels of the building, which implies that some doors lead not to office, but to dark rooms, storage areas. the building is secured by armed guards.
action/plot: the three dreams have something in common: the two main characters were, for some reason i can never remember, trying to break into the building at night. they needed to discover something, to find out some proof that would save something, eventually someone (not sure if it was themselves). they wear black clothes, and they carry all the required gear - ropes, hooks, lockpicks, all sorts of gadgets to do this and that and, of course, guns. interesting side note: in all dreams there is a shooting sequence.
characters: i am the main character, dressing in black. in last night's dream, i carried with me a pair of handguns (can't specify the model). i remember one of the previous dreams - think it was the second one - in which i carried a .12 pump-action shotgun, following the best terminator-style. my comrade, whom i am unable to identify, usually prefers to carry a faster weapon, like a heckler&koch mp5 submachine gun. there is a third character, and his nature is probably the greatest mistery of this dream sequence. it is a guy older than me, slightly shorter and not too bulkier than me. considering his clothes, he could belong to some special force team, even though no one can tell. i do remember his face clearly: green, small eyes, thin lips, short hair military-style. he doesn't talk much, but seems to think a lot. he ponders every detail, thinks about every possibility. while he's not the leader, he is the one who knows the space, so he is often leading the way, or coming to our rescue when things get rough. i don't know his name.
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