I had another of those very long and very realistic feeling dreams. As I have mentioned before, my dreams recycle locations. This one took place on a warehouse/workshop that has been in previous dreams but with different meanings. This place is a composite of different places where I have worked and appears in my dreams looking the same but having different purposes. This warehouse is also located in the same city all my dreams take place, which can be either inhabited or deserted, but always has the same layout. This city is also a collage of different places where I have lived at different times of my life.
This time the warehouse was the setting for the contraction of a doomsday weapon. There were four teams each one working on a part of the weapon. Each part looked like a common water cooler without the bottle on the top.
Each part was totally harmless by itself, but when the four parts were combined they became a nuclear bomb capable of destroying the world.
I was working on my part and most of the dream was about scavenging around for the parts I needed. For some reason I had to make my part out of junk and I worked alone on my section of the bomb, while the other teams appeared to be made of more people.
One of the most important part looked like L shaped pipe that connected to other things close to the bottom of the cooler.
I remember it was very important and the dream feels like I worked on that pipe for several days because it didn't fit right and then because other component connected to it, red and blue wires and some switches that I took from the walls of the other warehouse next to mine (they were all empty)
Later, when the thing was completed a young girl appeared. She seemed to know me and be someone important to me, perhaps my adoptive daughter. I never have a daughter in dreams except for nightmares where the ghost of a dead daughter haunts me. She was the only solid looking person who interacted with me, all others being blurry people with no faces, which is common in my dreams.
So this girl wanted to see the bomb I was working on. I told her it was a secret and nobody was allowed into the warehouse but she kept insisting until I took her there. Once there she started questioning me about why I was building such an evil thing. I was very annoyed and felt someone else had been putting ideas in her mind and turning her into my enemy. She kept saying silly things like destroying the world was bad.
Eventually she pulled the all important L pipe out of the machine and ran with it, which rendered the weapon useless. I chased her outside and it was dark and raining and the streets were filled with the usual faceless people. After that it was all fragmentary, I think she went into "my old house" which is a real house I used to live back in the 1970's but always appears strangely distorted in my dreams, very long and narrow with an unending series of rooms one after the other. This configuration probably comes from a much earlier house which was built like that. but in my dreams this distortion is taken to an extreme, so the chain of rooms would be several blocks long.
From there the dream lost cohesion and degenerated into random views of the unending rooms until I woke up.
The exterior of the warehouse location looks like a place where I worked doing marble mosaics around 2006 but it's totally different inside.
The house appears in my dreams many times and it always seen as a place I used to live but not anymore. Most of the time I was walk past it and never enter. In the rare cases I enter I find scenes from that time, including a young version of my mother or other relatives who are dead now.
These relatives appear to be stuck on that time period (around 1979) and have no knowledge of recent evens of my life. In real life, after my father disappeared the house was divided in two (as the family itself did) and one half was kept by a his old uncle. We lived in the other half. All doors connecting the rooms were bricked up and each half had an independent door now. Eventually we knew he was not going to return but that half of the house remained uninhabited and became my favorite hideout with the old unused kitchen at the end as my "laboratory". The old uncle lived in a shack in the backyard. He was kind of a grumpy hermit who had rats living inside his bed mattress.
In front of the house there is usually an old car parked, which could be modeled after a 1952 Chevrolet my grandfather used to have when I was very young. I have very vague memory of that car and a sense of guilt about it because my family had to sell it in a time of crisis, mostly to buy food. So I always had that feeling that I ate grandpa's car. The car in the dream is not green, but rust colored. It could be how it looked before painting or my brain extrapolating how it may look now, wherever it is. Considering I lived my early years in a third world country it is absolutely plausible that car is all patched up but still running. In my dreams it's always a grounded derelict. Some times I open it and sit inside for a while.
In a case of reality and dreams going in circles, before selling the car my grandfather painted it green after I told him I had seen him paint the car green in a dream.
The people without face are not a nightmare element, that's how I see people in real life. I had very bad eyesight for periods of my life and I recognize people by their general body shape. Even after I had eye surgery at 19 I have always avoided looking at people's faces. Also, I have a habit of visualizing people's faces covered in maggots.
if there really are thing happening in the world, most people are going to feel it. it will manifest to each person differently. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
if there really are thing happening in the world, most people are going to feel it. it will manifest
I never have the same dream twice - which to me is a good sign-, tho there are common themes. I've had about 4 nightmares in my life...
Some dreams plant false memories and it may take me a few minutes to remove them. A dream that I killed a nice person,just for laughs,when I was quite young and my folks hid that knowledge from me... Another dream that I had a business in a nearby town with an old friend,but it failed, so we sold the store and split the sale price 50-50. In reality, I only was in that town to buy the newspaper or rolls, or my father arranged to have mail forwarded ...
I never have the same dream twice - which to me is a good sign-, tho there are common themes. I've h
