OK, so two nights ago I dreamt that I was one of three alchemist dwarves on eternal quest to save the worlds (something like Power Rangers, but only more magical).
On the last of the quests, we didn’t manage to extract the evilness from a certain girl, and we decided to give it up and to go back.
When I came back home, my parents were watching the news seeing that she is after us. My mom started commenting something like “Haha, she’s never gonna get you”, where I instantly mimicked her to stop talking.
She started laughing and said “As if she’s gonna hear me…” to which I replied with a shout: “Well, what do you think how do we find them?”.
It was minutes after when a strange policeman came in sniffing around my room. I knew that she had sent him, and I grabbed my cellphone to call the other two of the dwarves (whilst which I was pissed ’cause one of them is a mate o’ mine who never answers the phone), and started looking for some weapon I could find in my room.
For some reason, I was left only with toy-looking crap, and I picked the only one which actually had some blades on it (still toy-looking).
I removed the plastic shielding while leaving the room, and there I saw my mother by the open door. I told her that the “policeman” was sent by her when my mom responded “No shit, Sherlock!”.
Then out of nowhere, “policeman” came back in and took me by the neck, when I started sawing through his neck, while he kept standing as if nothing was happening.
I knew that I’d kill him only by the moment I cut through his whole neck, side-by-side, however, before managing to do that Burzum woke me up with some “Iiiiii meeeeloooom buuuskenaaaaar…” (that’s my waking-alarm )
Morale of the dream is - I have to get my battleaxe back in the room, since I can never be certain when am I going to need it.
The other one was this night, where I dreamt of some parrot that had bit me hard on the back, and wouldn’t let go.
Since it was neighbour’s parrot, I couldn’t just hit it, and so I was going around with it on my back, hurting the hell out of me.
Then I got mom to take it off somehow, and we managed to close it in our bathroom (even though it tried to get out while we were closing the door).
I’m not sure what is it with the evil parrots in my dreams (having that this is the second time a parrot was biting something out off me), but it surely is fucked up.