Dream Thread

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I've had my share of very interesting dreams, and some of them I'm not going to discuss for my own reasons. I do have one that I had not too long ago that I remember in great detail though.

Our family drove up to some strange lake in a green mini-van. I looked out the car window and to my amazement I had seen thousands of people, gathered around one lake and they were all fishing. My parents hopped out of the mini-van and I followed behind them. I really didn't have a clue what was going on, but my best guess was that there was some kind of strange fishing tournament going on here. I wandered around the lake, still following my parents, but after a couple of minutes of staring at a strange object in the lake, I lost track of them. It turns out that this object just happened to be a seahorse. Considering this was a dream, I didn't think there was anything strange about a seahorse being in a lake. I turned my head slightly, and out of nowhere appeared a bucket full of water and a net. I've never had a seahorse before, so I swept it up into the net and tossed it in the bucket.

I grabbed the bucket and continued walking along, I sighted various sea creatures as I walked by, ranging from octupi to flounders. I soon came upon a strange blue truck. In the back of the truck there was a large amount of fishing gear. I looked around inside to see if I could find something to keep my seahorse in the lake, because the bucket at this point was beginning to evaporate. I found a strange device, it was like a portable fish pin that could be set into the water, but it had a rope tied to it and at the end of the rope was a stake. It seemed like no one was using it, so I picked it up and went down by the lake. I smacked the stake into the ground with my foot, set the "Fish pin" into the water, and carefully placed my seahorse into the pin. I figured no one would take it, so I walked off and went to explore this strange lake.

Once again after walking for sometime I came upon another odd thing. An enormous metallic, but rusted gate. I casually walked up to the gate I noticed that there was a door, I grabbed the door, and quickly swung it open, eager to see where it went to. I looked beyond the gate, I'd found a factory of sorts. Some kind of old rusted and outdated factory. I walked in, thinking that no one would mind, and then I heard some one speaking very loudly in a language I couldn't understand. It sounded a bit Germanish, me, being a highly curious individual, followed the noise. What I found could have been easily the strangest part of my dream, for as I moved swiftly closer to the speaker, I saw something I never would have expected.

There, right before my eyes, was a party that seemed to want to revive Hitler's army, a bit like a Neo-Nazi group. I listened in on their converstation for a long period of time. I guess I was there a bit too long though, standing right behind me was a large group of people. I could clearly see that these people where not the same as the Neo-Nazi group I was listening to. They then shouted at me in a language different from the German I was hearing before, I caught a couple of words and guessed that it might be Russian. Turns out I was right, they were Russian, even though they were under the rule of a long dead Stalin. They aimed their guns at me, I raised my hands high into the air and they pushed me forward toward the Neo-Nazi party.

Here I'm not sure, what really happened next, from this point on things started to get more and more difficult to remember. The next thing I knew I was out of the old factory and was out running about and telling people that there were Nazi's behind the gate. No one seemed to even care about me, they just kept on fishing. I ran back to my parent's mini-van, opening the front door and hopping in the driver's seat I found the keys already in the car.

I drove the mini-van into the gate, the car sliced right through the rusted gate, as a butterknife would to butter. This is another part where the dream seemed to get quite fuzzy, but the next thing I remembered was that I'm running over Nazi's and Commie's in my parent's mini-van, which was riddled with bullet holes. Out of the corner of my eye I beheld something which could aid me. I threw a heavy object onto the gas pedal and lept out of the car right before it smashed into a wall. I sprinted for that which I had seen, a tank. Then I woke up.

This dream seems like it would be a great plot for a cheesy action movie, but there's still the possibility that it could hold some signifigant repressed memory, or a key element to my life which I'm leaving out. Personally, I think it was the partially caused by the fact that I really had to eat that day was some expired vanilla ice cream, and a two year old microwavable breakfast.