What the hell

Need to practice mindfulness.

Dream: Mountain, the other side

A couple of nights ago I had a dream where me and sister were walking up the alley. We approached a mountain that we had been climbing each night. Out of habit, we started to climb it from the side on our right. On the right side there were a few trees, but not much else - a difficult path but since we had practised it for all our lives, we could easily climb up and down in just a few hours. We were proud of that. Moreover, I could just as well fly up there and fly back down again.

In order to take the most out of the training, I suggested that we try the other side of the mountain, for change. We approached the other side, which at first glance looked a bit easier to climb because it had steps and platforms for resting. This was deceptive, however. After climbing for a while, I noticed that I could still touch the ground with my hand - I had barely progressed at all. Looked at how sister was doing, and noticed a chest a few steps downward. Hopped there and basically let distractions get in my way.

The next few dreams were all about distractions.

Dream: Washing machine

I was washing clothes but the washing machine kept leaking from everywhere. Then there was something wrong with the electronics - some wires loose or whatever. Patched the wires while the washing machine was still running. A lot of debugging at runtime, and a lot of water on the floor. Ahem, the whole room was a mess.

Dream: Ignorance

Walked around the town when I spotted a young boy with a bicycle. He caught my attention because there was a string from him to his father, and this string kept pulling him to places. His father was drunk-driving around, and didn't care about the way he was dragging his son around.

Followed the boy, called the police, told them our location and where we were headed. The location did not make sense - signposts with garbled text, however, we were headed towards a building and a street that I knew anyway (access to the rational mind from within dreams).

His father stopped. The boy gave me a camera to gather evidence of his father and the car. I took the camera (some weird device that did not really look like a camera at all), set it recording and started walking around the car. The car was stuck and could only budge a little. Perhaps because it was so dented and beaten by the man's crazy driving.

As I approached the car, I sensed the danger that he might run me over. However, the license plate on my side was missing and I wanted to at least get the license plate on record. Not sure if it was the front or the rear end of the car that was towards me - the car was only partially defined and glitchy like in a dream that's not particularly vivid. Even though I remember seeing the front radiator, logic says it must've been the rear of the car. I moved around the car and got eye contact with the man .. while still recording it all. The man was furious about me recording the whole thing because he felt defensless.

He pulled a pistol and aimed at my head as I arrived around the corner. Instead of trying to avoid provoking him any further, I moved closer to get the gun on camera as well. With reflex, I jerked my head left as he pulled the trigger. It might not have been enough. Saw the muzzle flash, heard a loud bang and felt it with my head, after which I heard / felt something like periodical zapping or arcing of high voltage across the hemispheres. For a split-second, we were both dumbfounded, then the man was scared. Then I failed to control my emotions, waltzed to the driver's seat on other side of the car and started banging his head against the doorframe of the car.

Managed to hit his head twice before I woke up thinking: "Just what the hell am I doing?" Seriously, I was warned several times, ignored all the warnings, got shot and then still thought I had the privilege to hit this guy's head in front of his kid? Wtf, dreaming or not, this was very barbaric of me. About 3 AM, so it must've been one of the deeper dreams.