I remember a few of my dreams every night. Some of them are rather imaginative, so I want to share the most notable ones.
I was attending an amusement park in the ocean. This was in the middle of the night. Imagine an oil rig, only with a roller coaster instead of a drill. I was with a few of my friends and we boarded the only attraction in the park. When we went on the ride the first time, everything was normal. In the middle of the second run, the roller coaster didn’t make it past the first drop – the ride lost power and we were swinging back and forth like a pendulum – militants had taken over the amusement park.
Some of us ran into a private office and discussed tactics to defeat the insurgents. They were in dark brown uniforms that resemble a blend of Nazi and Russian attire in WWII. The amusement park then turned into an old industrial installation and the intercom reported them getting close to us. We then ran into a nearby locker room and awaited them.
I was being sneaky and the enemy didn’t seem to notice me, so I grabbed a tiny wrench and hit one of the soldiers on the head. He didn’t seem fazed and my allies swarmed him. There were lots of combatants fighting everywhere, but I seemed to have lost my strength.
I think I also had a dream about a lemon but I don’t remember any of it at all.