I am my dad. I am in prison with some guy, and we plan to break out. Everything goes smoothy until for some reason I have to carry him. I cradle him as I run along the wall, we jump over the barbed wire and start running across a dark field toward some trees. I'm able to put the man down again, and he leads me to this little den. It's more like a hole in the side of a hill, barely big enough for the both of us. He crawls in, saying something about how I should remember this place. I do, I just don't know from where. We lay next to each other in this tiny hiding place, attempting to get some sleep. I know the man keeps a knife under his pillow, so I slip my hand up and hold onto the back side of the handle, just in case he wants to use it on me. He was in prison for a reason, after all. Sure enough, the man sharply goes for the knife with the intentions of stabbing me in the heart, but because I had a hold of half the handle, he doesn't succeed.
My dad storms away, more pissed than ever. I'm now myself, and I see that the man is going to kill himself. I convince him not to, that he has plenty to live for. Everyone has purpose. He doesn't believe me, so I think of the things (other than killing people) that he's good at. I tell him that he's good at training animals, that that's what he should do. So now I am him, training my dogs to step up on chairs of different heights like steps, and telling them to sit. The most difficult one is Lily, my beagle, who just wants the treats and not to get up on the lowest chair. I have to practically dump the bag onto the step to get her to cooperate.
Now me, as myself, and my mom go down into a basement where this man is cooking pizzas. There's this griddle table top that is the size of a large bed that he's cooking a monstrous pizza, and then an oven to the left like a furnace that he pulls out a pizza to show us. It's super light and fluffy he says, to make for cheaper shipping. Once we're done looking he puts it back. Then, somehow, mom messes up the cheese on the man's big pizza, so we help him scrape all the cheese to the middle so he can relay the cheddar.
Now me and mom are in a different basement/cellar. I'm looking up the steps toward the blue sky when I notice the microwave is running. I look inside, and see mom's put a large glass container in the microwave with a metal lid. I tell her she's doing it wrong, but she insists she has no choice because the other container was to large to fit.
I leave her, and go to a basement room where Onyx, from my novel, and Zuko (from The Last Airbender) are talking. I join them. Because Onyx and Zuko are both hot heads, something happens to where Zuko storms off to the bathroom across the orange/yellow lit room and emotionally locks himself inside. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of August 14th, 2013
Real-life characters: Dad, Lily, other dogs (my dogs and maybe my uncles), mom, Onyx*, Zuko*.
Dream-created characters: Prison man, pizza guy.
Real-life places: Cellar is similar to dad's cellar, basement with Zuko is similar to my basement.
Dream-created places: Prison, Field, hiding spot, where I trained the dogs, basement pizza place, cellar, basement with Zuko.
Different than real life: I nor my Dad have ever been to prison, dad's never been close to being stabbed as far as I know, my dogs don't have patience to do tricks like that, never seen a pizza that big, nor one that light.
Onyx = I was up late writing before I went to bed. Even though I wasn't writing a part with Onyx in it, it's the same story.
Precognitive: No experiences.