I later had another dream where I ran into the woman I had turned into, ended up turning into someone else, and yet again someone else.  Truly freaky.

The other story is derived from this, trying to form a storyline.  And I think instead of Russia I will use Belarus as the setting, as Russia is fairly cliche.

Recently I've had a dream where I was in bombed-out, post apocalyptic city in Russia, where I was trapped as an ex-spy following a horrific war.  It started out in an abandoned police station, where I apparently spent my nights.
 
     While using the shower, I heard screams and subsequent gunshots, and I quickly got dressed and went to investigate.  The noises appeared to have come from a foot tunnel that connected the police station to other areas of the city, and while navigating the tunnels I came across a blood-splattered wall and a nearby cell phone belonging to an A. Royden. 

     What was peculiar was that my alias was Suriander Royden, an assumed name I used while performing espionage deep within Russian institutions just before the war.  The name was given to me by a half Swede, half Russian named Aaron Royden, that had secretly defected to the U.S. following a career as a Russian spy.  I had feigned the role of his brother to enter the country and carry out my duty.

     With no other leads except the phone, I continued down the foot tunnel to a subway tube, and eventually to the subway station.  The station was still active, and apparently was a hub for refugees from all over Europe.  One of the refugees was a woman that looked emotionally distressed, as if she had just witnessed something terrible, and in her hair I could recognize dried blood...

Stay tuned for more!

Rubbish.

Last night I was in WW2 , with Britney Spears as my squad's medic and mini cooper pilot. She saved my skin numerous times (especially during the incident involving the sweet factory sniper).

hamsters bless you, Private Britney. hamsters bless you.

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Did you just copy down a page from some book? Theres no way you dreamed that.

Yeah, I doubt it.  Looks plageriszed and a half

     What was peculiar was that my alias was Suriander Royden, an assumed name I used while performing espionage deep within Russian institutions just before the war.  The name was given to me by a half Swede, half Russian named Aaron Royden, that had secretly defected to the U.S. following a career as a Russian spy.  I had feigned the role of his brother to enter the country and carry out my duty.

     With no other leads except the phone, I continued down the foot tunnel to a subway tube, and eventually to the subway station.  The station was still active, and apparently was a hub for refugees from all over Europe.  One of the refugees was a woman that looked emotionally distressed, as if she had just witnessed something terrible, and in her hair I could recognize dried blood...

Stay tuned for more!

gaurd502 wrote:

anyone see how our dreams end whit death?Chimps killing  romans, eating things killing goblins....

It's sort of like how all our lives end with death.

Profound.

anyone see how our dreams end whit death?Chimps killing  romans, eating things killing goblins....

It's sort of like how all our lives end with death.

And i had a dream about being a hot girl(that I had just met)'s sidekick, ala Xander from Buffy. That was demeaning.

The best dream ever was the lord of the rings dream where I defend a castle with Gondor soldiery , aragorn and galdalf against a horde of goblins. lots of cut and thrust.