Prickly Arcade (2003-11-09) - The Dark Side - A Look into the Dream World

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Prickly Arcade [11/09/2003]

Okay, this dream was really freaked out. I started out playing around with a pinball machine at an arcade. Then suddenly I was sitting with a group, comprised mostly of girls, and they were morning the loss of a friend. I sort of asked or pondered what friend was lost and a flash-back type of thing happened.

I panned from left to right across a low-lit room with a window in the middle, a bed to the left of the window and a girl, who looked like someone out of The Breakfast Club or something, was standing, facing toward me and heavy gun shots were puncturing holes from the outside and flying through the room. Many of which hit the girl and sort of stuck out the front side of her, but there was no blood. She fell to the ground and died. But instead of returning back to the morning scene, my view continued to pan through this building and into another room.

Two army-type men had been pierced hundreds of times from head to toe, and even through the hands, with these same bullets that seemed to just puncture them and leave the fat end sticking in, and sharp needles sticking out the other side. Both of the men fell down as if dead. However they rolled head over heals with all these needle bullets in them and one rolled into my view where I then became him.

The room we were in was a bit of that puke yellow color and dimly lit as if it were night time. It seemed as though we were confined there by some people and we had to escape. With these needles sticking out of us in all these weird directions, we used them to scale the walls of this rather high room. The other guy went first, and I followed.

It literally felt like needles bending inside my hands as I climbed up the walls. We eventually started to come up the wall and started to turn toward this opening that looked from a distance to be an air vent, but as we got closer it because something of a hallway with double doors at the end. We got off the walls and snuck through the door and into the large mess hall with steel tables. My partner ran down the length of the tables and out a door. Then these agents showed up and I hid from them. They assumed no one was in the room so they shut off the lights and left, but a couple guards in tan suits remained there to keep watch.

Somehow I went from there to running outside and toward a mini-mall. And it seemed it was midnight and the place was closing and said it closed at eleven. But I stepped inside and saw there were people reviewing surveillance cameras and they were suspicious about these people who were looking off to the right. So I walked past them and looked to my right as other people were. It seemed they were looking at one of those take-five drawing things on a TV and thought those surveillance people were kind of stupid for thinking that was suspicious.

So, after walking past the bank and some other stores in this cramped little one-room type mall, almost like a rest area place, I walked to this little convenience store in the corner and was looking around and saw some kind of slot machine and although I don't recall playing it, I won, and some guy came up and gave me a prize for winning. Somehow I became two, and I congratulated myself and then became one again. Then 99 quarters fell out of the machine for me, but it only spit out the quarters once in a while, as if it didn't want to part with the change. I then was given large quantities of bologna and cheese and I had all these quarters, and couldn't handle everything well enough to put it in a bag, so this Japanese lady grabbed a bag and I threw everything it that and left. I also then woke up.

It seemed weird that I started and ended the dream playing with an arcade or slot machine. This dream really baffles me, and I don't know what to think of it considering my current circumstances.

This dream is currently: Semisolved

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