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I remember this one in bits, as I was waking up a lot in the end.
I was watching some video of a girl and a guy walking up a staircase in an apartment building, and on one floor the door to an apartment opens and a person shoots the girl directly in the head, but it doesn't kill her, it just blows out piece of her head. Her boyfriend walks into the door thinking it was their apartment, but it wasn't.
Suddenly I'm in the woman's POV. It's now me in her place. I get to the top floor and I'm wearing a hoodie with the hood up, and a beanie underneath. The apartment is empty, every single one is. As I'm checking out things, my high school electronics teacher was here, and so was my partner.
I think I mentioned the situation and asked them to check, so I removed the hood and the old teacher started to pull the beanie off. I could feel it sticking to the inner-matter of my head. I could see his face as he pulled the beanie off and could see inside my skull, and it was a horrifying expression.
Not long later I was waiting outside the grocery store I was working at. I can't remember if I went in or not, but when I was walking away from it, I saw a few people from there who I had worked with.
Then there was something about graduation. I can't remember if it was high school or college. I was at home and was looking out the windows of my bedroom, which were heavily frozen over. I saw a pizza delivery driver and heard someone on the phone talking about a strange driver who keeps coming down the road when no one ordered a pizza. I was rubbing hard at the ice on the window when I saw a school bus on my road.
Quickly, my POV focused on the outside of my house, out of my own body. I saw a corgi freezing in the snow and wind, who was then saved and brought inside. Next thing I know, I'm walking up to that bus. It has a license plate that says "GRAD," and is dropping off people from a graduation party.
As I turned around, the snow was now gone and it was a perfectly warm Spring day. I walked over to the park near my house, and then there was a baseball game going on. Quickly it turned to soccer (football), and then it turned into kickball. My father was coaching the team and brought gifts for everyone. Someone kicked the ball really hard Nd it stuck high into a wire fence. He handed out the gifts and I went and confiscated stuff some bad kids got when they opened up gifts for adults instead of kids.
I climbed the fence and got the ball, letting them continue the game.
Next, I was on bus leaving a city, which looked like the Baltimore inner harbor. There was a long row of buildings that were all brick factories and office buildings. They were red brick buildings with grey roofs and accents. Someone was talking about an adult platform called "BangBros." which had a name similar to the one company on one of the buildings, so me and a few people in the bus were making jokes about this complex being a giant p*rnography studio-factory-company-thing.
Suddenly my POV was that of a television news broadcast again. There was a bridge where people's hair was suddenly catching fire from nothing. The broadcast showed the live news host jump into a fountain to stop her hair, but as she got back out her hair caught flame again. Another person came by and held her to calm her, telling her to let it happen.
There were more news clips of people who had their hair catch fire, then their clothes, so they jumped off the bridge into the water. At some point I was on the bridge, and I was sitting at a picnic table with two strangers. Someone was warning us of the dangers going on, but me and the guy behind me were making jokes of it. That's when I saw some people who started to have their hair catch fire.
Then I woke up!
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MarieIsidore
The people on the bus feel like the same people every time, they're just there to remind you that they're there, somewhere in your unconscious mind, appearing almost like someone watching you in the periphery of your field of view. Very strange dream but then again when are they not.
It is an interesting thing, isn't it?
If you don't explicitly remember the individuals in your dream, were they really there? Who were they, did you actually know them?
I had a series of dreams a year or two ago that touched on this, strange enough. I will write them up in a blog post tomorrow if you're interested in reading it!
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Chocopurin
That dream is so wild, but then again, dreams are the most random things ever! It's cool how it shifted from horror to surreal calm to full on chaos. The part where your teacher pulled off the beanie and saw your brain is creepy but weirdly cool.
It's a strange one, but I assume it's a thing about authority being horrified of how I actually am, or something such as. He was a great teacher, but he also pulled a horrific move. He taught the electronics class for 30 years, and one day was going off about how much he loved that class and the program. He got a promotion later that day, came back in the next day and said that that program and that room were the first to be taken out.
It was a horrible situation, but the replacement teachers they got were all great too. I've got no idea what that program is like these days, if it's even there. I graduated from that school in 2017.
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Bre14r
The end sounds like something out of a Final Destination movie LOL
People weren't dying unlike in those movies. It was just their hair combusting out of nowhere. I think it was a thing about ego, because a lot of people hold much of themselves in their hair. I know I certainly do.
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