Dream Journal

After experiencing fantastically detailed and weird dreams, I started a dream journal.

One night I had three dreams, in subsequent short sleeping periods.

First dream

I dreamt of visiting a nameless dangerous neighborhood in London with high-rise tube station and many bushes in the ground level. This area is near to an AMC (not AMC TV) warehouse building with big letters outside spelling AMC in red. AMC The International or AMC Intentional. This is probably a place completely fabricated by my mind.
In these bushes there would be spread out big peluccia animals that looked very realistic while walking around them. You’d have tigers and lions and other dangerous fake animals, their bits flying in the wind.
One night when coming home to catch that high tube, one of the animals actually starts moving and turns out to be a real tiger. Me and a friend run from it but eventually I was eaten in a very painful way, which prompted me waking up.

Second dream

Within the corridors of this high level tube station, coming back home, our group of 5 or 6 was stopped by security-looking personnel who were staking out the downward stairs on both exits of the big room we were in.

They claimed a dangerous individual had been seen. At this moment one from the group explains that this area is known to harbour violent people who will lay down extreme violence at random.

The security team keeps talking with each other claiming the individual is getting closer, and everyone gets more tense and nervous. I’m an easy to scare guy, so I was already very scared.

Eventually some other civilian that was in this area waiting with us shouts at another civilian that was with him telling that “THE VIRUS IS HERE” and suddenly the security team stops pointing the guns at the stairs and kill every single person that was there, including our group and firing at me. They motioned against each and there was a shootout between all the security guards. When they began raining down fire on us, they were shouting the positions they had picked and firing at each other. “I PICKED THIS SPOT”, “BUT I PICKED THIS”.
I woke up again.

Third dream
I am in a train carriage with my girlfriend and a nemesis of us, a former friend who has strangely come to visit us abroad.
The train stops at the high level tube station, and we are again warned by someone else in the group that its a dangerous area and violent people can show up at any time for any reason.
We are again presented with security guards claiming we can’t leave the station because there is a suspect walking around outside. Our group seems larger now, as one of my colleagues from work is also present.

Again the security team stakes out the stairwells, and tensions rise. There’s chatter about viruses, weaponry and the fucked up individuals outside.

Eventually we hear gunshots from outside. Me and my group retreats into some stairs going up in the back of the room. It appears theres a large mass of freaks outside with pistols coming up the stairs.

We rush up the stairs as the whizing of gunshots floods the room, one of my colleagues using his hand to cover up my head from any stray bullets. I lose track of my girlfriend by now.

When we reach upstairs, we realise we are stuck in a small office with no other way out. The hope is that the criminals leave soon after gunning down the security guards.

I peek through a window overlooking the room.

I see cops with riot shields, helmets, green night jackets. Dead bodies dot the room. I realize the criminals were the fake security guards, and someone in my group shouts “OF COURSE! I’ll never bend to those bastards!”. I had stumbled upon a major crime network.

and then i woke up…

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