[[ apologies for the lack of updates. i’ve been out of town for sxsw and too busy to collect dreams from people — much less go online at all. every day has been a 10am to 3am extravaganza, with little time for anything else. dreams will resume immediately at a rate of one+ per day, ideally. here is one left as a comment. thanks daniel. 😀 – vivian ]]
it’s night time. i’m running through the woods as part of a three-man ninja squad. we reach a steep incline. i rush ahead and halfway up the incline i turn around to wait for my other comrades. the girl, and apparent leader of the squad, scolds me for being too bold and rash. at the top of the hill we pause to discuss what weapons are most effective. apparently i’m quite inexperienced and need guidance. as she is telling me about the weapons, the other ninja is busy killing some enemies. she hands me a can-opener looking weapon. it feels important. i say i’m not sure if i’m ready to kill but when i see my squad mate being attacked from behind i leap into action and slice the guy through the throat. he falls to the ground. as i take a closer look i realize it is a friend of mine. i start crying and tell him i’m sorry as i’m embracing him. we hear sirens so we have to run off. i want to help my injured friend but i have to leave with my squad. we get to our underground base. there i am terribly distraught over what i just did. there are some other friends in the room discussing some other matters. i tell one of them about what just happened. after i get it off my chest i feel better.