Nightmare: I see a picture in a dream of myself, but it is a perfect healthy physically fit version of me, and makes me extremely jealous and sad because I am not like that now. I felt so bad and envious because it was an alternate reality version of who I could of been. Action nightmare scene: A man is flying some sort of machine through a city, he is firing missles, homing, that hit some weird object. He flies down into the city and I assume lands. Change scene and perspective, I am being hunted by that same man, I can feel him coming down the alley to my door. A neighbor, adult protector figure, is helping me hide. He shows me a passage down into some tunnels under my home, and I try to get to a flashlight in the house but the man chasing me is too close to the door now and I leave without it. In the tunnels I run and find a corridor with a series of lockertype doors on it, I pick one open it jump inside, it is huge inside, and filled with all sorts of knickknacks. I burry myself in a pile of what feels like pillows and blankets and perhaps a stuffed animal. I cannot get the blanket to get over my head entirely and I wake up trying to pull my blanket over my head IRL. Fun good scene: I was walking to somewhere, recieved a call, girl asking if she could borrow my phone, she also invited me to a movie, Robocop. I get to my destination, I am in a store snack vendor store buying food, my guess, the theatres snack store. I get a large sandwhichpizza thing, a drink and fries, large. Woke up. Still have vague images of the dream running as a background process, a subconcious aspect of me is in the theatre with the girl on the date watching the movie. Fall back asleep, movies over I assume, I am getting a refill for my drink, head outside with some friends, get on a bus, its free, my drink is huge have nowhere to sit with it. So I just set it on the ground and stand at the entrance. Thus bus starts driving whereever, I look out the window and see three girls sitting on the sidewalk, one flashes us.
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