luke wilson
The Living Force
First Dream
I had this towards the end of last week.
A group of kids were exploring. They happened to come across a castle in ruin. They climbed to the top to check out the view. For some reason 1 kid fell down. On hitting the ground, he looked up to see a lion. Full grown lion with a mane and all that. For all intents and purposes, it looked like this kid had met his end. As the lion approached getting ever closer, he picked up a stick and whilst still not fully stood up as he was kind of in shock, not only from falling but looking up to see this fully grown beast in front of him, he like started prodding it as if to protect himself. He didn't actually prod the lion as it wasn't close enough to him but rather carried out the motion as if to tell it to go away. Anyways, the lion turned and ran off in the opposite direction as if the kid had successfully fended it off.
The kid stands up and runs in the opposite direction from the lion. Next time we see him he is walking down a leafy suburban street. The street in deserted. Anyways, he looks behind him and he see's this lion again, only this time it is coming full speed down the road. Kid starts to run. I as the spectator at this point is thinking the kid is surely dead, the speed the lion is going at is staggering compared to this like pre-pubescent child. Anyways, kid realizes this and as he is approaching what appears to be the 'main street' as it were, he turns into a bar. Again bar is deserted, same as the main street etc. I as the spectator can't see into the bar but can see what is happening around it. Lion reaches the Bar and goes in as well. Next thing I see, the kid is sneaking out through the backdoor. He then runs in a different direction. The lion comes out and it has completely lost him, doesn't know where he went.
The End.
Second Dream
I had this, this week.
Like the previous one, I am spectator to begin with though this one is slightly weird.
Anyways we start off in a huge field, call it the Savannah. We have a pride of 4 baby lions. Not really baby lions per se, but like in between cubs and fully grown lions. Anyways, the parents and/or adults are not in sight. The 4 lions want to go somewhere but are afraid. They set off on the journey anyways and arrive by a river where they have some kind of argument that leads to them splitting off into two groups of two. I am following one group. As they cross like an area with humans, they are spotted and hunters give chase. Man oh man, could these two run. On the chase one suggests to the other that they should split up and go in two different directions so as to make it harder for the hunters to get both of them. They do that and gain distance. Next time we see them, I am actually in like one of them, feeling the power in this animal as it runs up a valley whilst the other lion is converging in on him for them to essentially be together again. Back on the opposite end of valley at the very top of a ridge, the hunters congregate and one has a rifle. They have a mini-debate as to whether to use tranquilizers or live rounds. At this point my awareness is split into 2, I am with the lions but know what the hunters are up to but couldn't hear what they decided. Anyways, one of the hunters takes the rifle and takes aim, stood at the top of the ridge whilst these 2 lions are powering up the opposite end of the valley. Here I am back with the lions, in one of them, waiting for the inevitable, the bang, then either the one I was in or the other one to hit the ground.
Before they get out the valley and before the hunter shoots, they notice a pen with animals. The lion I am in decides to go next to the animals and essentially hit the ground, lay low, the other one goes straight in and pretends to be 'one' of the animals. At this point I see and notice what he is doing and shout, 'hit the ground' and he complies just as a shot is fired. Emotions, fear, worry the whole thing engulfs the lion I am in as it doesn't know if the bullet hit his friend who is now essentially lying on the ground. Next thing I hear is "I've hit the ground' and there is a swell of relief as one of the other animals, either a donkey or a horse hits the ground for real i.e. it got shot. We hightail it out of there and end up where we wanted to, someplace up in the highlands. This is weird as now I am saying 'we' as during this dream I am either a spectator or in this 'one' lion where I take its identity. Next thing I am back spectating on a road leading up to where we wanted to go to, where I see the other 2 lions who had split off from the original pride. They are walking up the road en-route.
The end.
Interesting the stuff our minds conjures up whilst we sleep.
I had this towards the end of last week.
A group of kids were exploring. They happened to come across a castle in ruin. They climbed to the top to check out the view. For some reason 1 kid fell down. On hitting the ground, he looked up to see a lion. Full grown lion with a mane and all that. For all intents and purposes, it looked like this kid had met his end. As the lion approached getting ever closer, he picked up a stick and whilst still not fully stood up as he was kind of in shock, not only from falling but looking up to see this fully grown beast in front of him, he like started prodding it as if to protect himself. He didn't actually prod the lion as it wasn't close enough to him but rather carried out the motion as if to tell it to go away. Anyways, the lion turned and ran off in the opposite direction as if the kid had successfully fended it off.
The kid stands up and runs in the opposite direction from the lion. Next time we see him he is walking down a leafy suburban street. The street in deserted. Anyways, he looks behind him and he see's this lion again, only this time it is coming full speed down the road. Kid starts to run. I as the spectator at this point is thinking the kid is surely dead, the speed the lion is going at is staggering compared to this like pre-pubescent child. Anyways, kid realizes this and as he is approaching what appears to be the 'main street' as it were, he turns into a bar. Again bar is deserted, same as the main street etc. I as the spectator can't see into the bar but can see what is happening around it. Lion reaches the Bar and goes in as well. Next thing I see, the kid is sneaking out through the backdoor. He then runs in a different direction. The lion comes out and it has completely lost him, doesn't know where he went.
The End.
Second Dream
I had this, this week.
Like the previous one, I am spectator to begin with though this one is slightly weird.
Anyways we start off in a huge field, call it the Savannah. We have a pride of 4 baby lions. Not really baby lions per se, but like in between cubs and fully grown lions. Anyways, the parents and/or adults are not in sight. The 4 lions want to go somewhere but are afraid. They set off on the journey anyways and arrive by a river where they have some kind of argument that leads to them splitting off into two groups of two. I am following one group. As they cross like an area with humans, they are spotted and hunters give chase. Man oh man, could these two run. On the chase one suggests to the other that they should split up and go in two different directions so as to make it harder for the hunters to get both of them. They do that and gain distance. Next time we see them, I am actually in like one of them, feeling the power in this animal as it runs up a valley whilst the other lion is converging in on him for them to essentially be together again. Back on the opposite end of valley at the very top of a ridge, the hunters congregate and one has a rifle. They have a mini-debate as to whether to use tranquilizers or live rounds. At this point my awareness is split into 2, I am with the lions but know what the hunters are up to but couldn't hear what they decided. Anyways, one of the hunters takes the rifle and takes aim, stood at the top of the ridge whilst these 2 lions are powering up the opposite end of the valley. Here I am back with the lions, in one of them, waiting for the inevitable, the bang, then either the one I was in or the other one to hit the ground.
Before they get out the valley and before the hunter shoots, they notice a pen with animals. The lion I am in decides to go next to the animals and essentially hit the ground, lay low, the other one goes straight in and pretends to be 'one' of the animals. At this point I see and notice what he is doing and shout, 'hit the ground' and he complies just as a shot is fired. Emotions, fear, worry the whole thing engulfs the lion I am in as it doesn't know if the bullet hit his friend who is now essentially lying on the ground. Next thing I hear is "I've hit the ground' and there is a swell of relief as one of the other animals, either a donkey or a horse hits the ground for real i.e. it got shot. We hightail it out of there and end up where we wanted to, someplace up in the highlands. This is weird as now I am saying 'we' as during this dream I am either a spectator or in this 'one' lion where I take its identity. Next thing I am back spectating on a road leading up to where we wanted to go to, where I see the other 2 lions who had split off from the original pride. They are walking up the road en-route.
The end.
Interesting the stuff our minds conjures up whilst we sleep.