I dream a lot of dystopian times, and yes you can read into that what you will. Last nights dream started out simple enough with people playing volleyball, and my team and I were decent enough to make it to our leagues championship game. But before we could play the game our compound got attacked and my team and I were forced to fight for our lives. There was of course a warlord commanding his troops to hunt us down, and we were utilizing guerrilla war tactics (and of course our volleyball skills) to defeat these invaders that wanted to force us to play volleyball for them.
The stakes were high and we battled hard, but slowly one by one my team started to fall. There was even a heart wrenching scene where someone sacrificed themselves for me and I was forced to leave them behind or let their sacrifice be for nothing. Eventually I made it to the “boss battle” and was forced into a game of “VOLLEYBALL TO THE DEATH” with the war lord. Sadly this is where I get foggy on what exactly happened. I know in real life I was drooling like a crazy person all over my pillow, which is what I think started waking me up. The coldness against my cheek of the fan blowing on my drool cooling it down and making it uncomfortable for my face to be firmly planted in it anymore. The one downside for having a fan in my room I guess.
The thing about these dreams is I rarely win the day when it isn’t a lucid dream (which this wasn’t). I was aware that this was a dream while dreaming, but still not in control of the dream no matter how much I tried. If I was in control do you think I would have let my friend sacrifice herself (yes a girl, my love interest was the one that sacrificed herself for me) for me? But again you can easily read into the fact that I rarely win the day, just like my penchant for dreaming of dystopian times as something to do with my outlook on life. My outlook deep down isn’t a good one and I don’t like to think of the fact that I am a pessimist, but maybe I am deep down. It appears that for the most part I am a positive guy, but a lot of signs point to maybe I am not exactly that honest.