So this was a detailed plot-driven dream about a war scenario. I was on the ground unexpectedly with a group of people from my village. We were in the middle of a building complex (intentionally vague). In retrospect, this seems much more like a video game or laser tag; we were coded blue, and the enemy was coded red.
For unknown reasons, I was with a group of “my” people in a large school-cafeteria-sized room when conflict broke out. It seems that we were in enemy territory and needed to escape while hostile forces targeted us. I did not have a weapon. Members of my team kept on handing me things that were useless, a small knife, a sharp pointed toy. I resorted to hiding behind members of my team for protection while we navigated our escape. As soon as I broke off from the group to get a view behind a door, I was shot in the left side. The bullet stopped shallow in my body, and I panicked and broke away from my group, desperately clawing through small holes and strange passageways to find help. I located a sympathetic healer fae-human-type-being (sitting on the ground, just chilling with a couple of friends) and she extracted the bullet and stitched the wound, healing it instantly.
I continued to cautiously find my way through this complex, trying to find a way out to safety. It becomes clear over the course of the dream that I am from a rural area, and the hostile forces are more urban. I am trying to escape the city. There are much more of them than there are of us, and they seem to be hostile civilians, in addition to some military forces. I watch multiple cannoned “bombs”(?) fly by à la Super Mario World’s Bullet Bills (omg it took me forever to find out what those are called). Most of the weaponry is futuristic and even cartoonish, using some kind of like pressured energy blasts to create devastation (this seems to be another game-inspired element).
Someone hands me a glowing blue brick. It is important but I don’t know why. At multiple points, while I and others skirt between empty concrete buildings and parking garages, the structures we are under are bombed and we shelter under very strong inflatable mattresses which shield us from debris. These implements are what allow us to escape. I make it to my village. I am with people I am familiar with. Enemy forces are encroaching. We have a high wall bordering our town, but it will not be able to withstand the impending battle. I should mention that despite this universe being highly technologically evolved, my village does not have plumbing or electricity. We live a primitive lifestyle in a forested area. I guess it’s within walking distance of this more urban town that for some reason is attacking us now. I have no idea what the politics of this situation look like.
Enter the shape-shifting sorceresses. They begin to materialize in our gardens and barns. They have a sort of traditional “wicked-witch” aesthetic, exaggerated features and black gowns, etc. I guess I alone have the power to battle these witches, so that’s what starts happening. Maybe this has something to do with that glowing brick?? This part is where my memory gets hazy.
But there is also a detail about a love interest of someone that is in my original group. They’re passionately involved. He’s also a mole for the enemy. Juicy stuff!!
Overall, the aesthetic of this was like a live-action Miyazaki movie in a lot of ways. I was mostly terrified. I’m not good at war.
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