Dream: Russian shoot out

I worked with a group who had to capture three individuals. A young, beautiful woman (I think we were all Russian. A lot of the dream was in English, but sometimes we lapsed into Russian. Sometimes there were subtitles) and her husband and another, I think. I don’t remember what he was.

I think there were many of our group, but only three of importance: myself, my brother and my long time partner in the group. We were romantically involved too, and I thought of him as my husband, so maybe we were married.

At any rate, the blonde woman we kidnapped slept a lot, and I covered her with this blanket. One side was smooth silky satin blue, the other was a plain white sort of comforter. We were keeping them in a room that looked like a hotel, but wasn’t quite one.

The woman’s lover/husband and I somehow began to be romantic throughout the course of the dream, and sometimes after I’d cover up the woman with the blanket, I cried, hidden behind the blanket. The others of our group (I think I was the only female) decided (in Russian, I remember thinking that I didn’t understand and wished subtitles would be used) that we had to get our hostages away from where we were because the enemy was closing in. The enemy wore this green, small pattern camouflage. We (the group members, myself and my brother, but not my partner) retrieved many guns from the trunk of the car. My brother was holding three, one that was somewhat like an AK, some other one, and one that looked like a single barrel pump action shotgun whose end had melted from so much use or something. That was the one I chose.

We were bringing the hostages through a wooded area, but it was fall, the ground was littered with leaves, and then the shots started coming. We were tucked into a corner, against walls on two sides, and I pressed against this large orangy sort of rock, my melted shotgun in hand. I knew it was going to hurt when I fired it because I wasn’t particularly good with guns, particularly not shotguns. The hostages… I know they were behind us, but I wasn’t sure if they were tied or just standing up or what. It wasn’t much of a concern at this point. I caught a glimpse of the camo (green in a fall environment, not very useful) and my brother moved to the side of the rock away from the shots, but if someone approached from the front, he would be easily seen.

I watched the shots come, heard them and felt them hitting the rock, and then I raised up to fire but hit only trees. I think I had a slugs rather than scatter shot, but the recoil kicked me back pretty strongly. After a few moments of silence, I could hear footsteps, so I aimed, rose up, and felt my heart collapse as I was staring into the face of my husband/partner as he lifted his weapon to kill me. I pulled the trigger and hit him in the left shoulder, leaving a big hole but not at all a fatal one unless he was to bleed to death.

I felt my brother jerk, hit, skittering behind me. I aimed for my beloved’s chest, hitting him right in the middle, and there seemed to be a white light behind his sternum, but it still wasn’t fatal. My brother started to pull me backwards.

Time slowed down. I took aim again, working for between my partner’s eyes when I heard “there were no survivors.” I realized the hostages were all dead already, and as I aimed, I watched him fire. Multiple bullets tore through my body. I could see a yellow cross aiming up my shot, and I stared at his face, somehow happy that we were going together, as we’d always promised we would, and I fired. I watched him fall backwards, and laid there in my dead brother’s arms, dying myself from bullets that had gone through us both.

Then I was looking upon the scene from above, and my view was obscured by hundreds of golden maple leaves still clinging to their branches.

Dream: Windmills and fog, waters and cold

I was sitting on a porch—it might have even been my own, but I was sitting with a girl I knew in middle school, who was somehow merged into my cousin as well. She and these boys we were with were smoking, and then I noticed the gigantic white windmills—the ones in Mackinac City, except there were three of them. They make me nervous, because they’re so huge and they spin so fast.

And then one of the tops, with the blades and everything, flew off, right at us. I watched it tumble through the air, and then it bounced in the street right in front of us and tumbled toward us. I ducked, but it went over me, slamming into the house behind us. I think the boys we were with were killed or otherwise disposed of, and I looked up at the windmills but found that I could barely see them anymore. There was a sudden fog that rolled in far too quickly, and me, being the person I am, knew it was because “Silent Hill was coming.”

Using game logic, I decided that we had to find the ladder up to the windmills and somehow disable them from turning, because when they were came loose, they were acting like propellers. I could see glimpses through the fog, and realized the sky was bloody full of windmills. Full. There wasn’t even that much land between the house and Lake Superior, but it was packed with windmills. The fog was shifting the way it does in SH2 when you’re in the beginning and running toward town through the Cliffside path.

I grabbed the arm of the girl I was with and started off towards the shore, where the windmills were situated. There was a rusty ladder leading up to these gratings, and the girl insisted it would takke us to the windmills, so I climbed up. Instead of windmills, it was a boat ride into the lake. I thought this was a horrible idea and we must have been crazy to get on a boat.

The water was super choppy, and the waves were huge—15-20 feet, definitely too big for a small boat like we were on, all lined up in single file. The girl I was with sat in front of me and I thought it was strange that she no longer turned around or spoke. I watched the first wave crash in, and the boat kept on top of it, even though the waves were folding over.

I saw a whale’s tail, and tried to point it out, but the waves kept rocking us. When the water reared up, it was like a window into the lake, and I could see orcas in front of us, and humpbacks, and I was really amazed by this, very much amazed. It was as if I could freeze the frame and spend a few moments staring into the water-window, watching the whales drift by.

I noticed that the girl in front of me had a life preserver on, and I checked, and so did I. This was good, because the boat was sucked out from beneath me. I started to try to swim (I can't swim, so I was thinking of ways to float and propel myself) toward shore, and thought “if only there were some dolphins around, they’d help.” And then I felt a porpoise beneath me, helping me toward shore, but it was a small whale rather than a dolphin.

I thought it was odd that they’d be in fresh water, and this water was so cold—I knew whales and orcas were all right with that, but I was still thinking there might be dolphins. I got to shore and suddenly it was like I was reading a book because I read: “And she was rather disheartened to find that Alice did not return.” Alice being the lady who played Christabella in the movie of Silent Hill.

This part may be unrelated, but eventually I was in this building, with lots of staircases. It was almost like a tour being led by Schwartzenegger or something, and we were supposed to be practicing simple stunts or something like that. One of them involved making it to the ground when the walkways were made out of slats of vinyl siding, definitely not enough to support anyone’s weight. I saw that the guide person was standing in front of the simplest way down, which was a ledge which ran into a ramp part where the floor rose. I made it around him and hopped the two feet to the floor, and he said “oh why didn’t I think of that?” But I could feel an edge of disdain in his comment, and I knew he would try to injure me or kill me during the course of the tour.