Kinda cool dream last night.
aliens flying? driving in cars looking at jet powered aircraft's designed as flying saucers. These are actually real aircraft's. They made replicas so they could try and recreate flying saucers but in my dream they were jets, and it was giant, with green glass bubble covers.
This man was filled with a lot of anger so he went to live in this immigrants shack. The man was a Samurai who was very old. The old man taught him the ways of a secret technique. It was to confuse people's thoughts when they asked him questions he could tell them anything and they believed him. He was also a master of disguises, and he could fight. I think he could like disappear or fight really well also.
Then for some reason he got really angry and he left the old man without warning. The old man was not sad but something happen when the man left. Later I found out it was breach in security and the man thought the old man had been deported or taken prisoner. While the man was away it was 20 years he was gone. He begin drinking and hated his life. Then he met a girl not to date just a friend. He was enjoying their friendship but his mind powers did not work on her. He thought she was a trickster like him, but she never revealed her secret whether if she was or not. She didn't believe him when he said where she was from. Then the man met someone else I thought it might be me. He wanted to teach me the ways, but maybe it wasn't me.
I told the girl that he wanted to learn from here and wrote down on the table his real information so she would feel safe and let us return. I just remembered when we went to a bar and it was so dark no one could see each other. There were cubby hole style rooms like when you go to a voting booth but each one had a couple people in them like lofts and tables. One of them led to a secret passage to the hide out of the old man. We had to wear disguises to get inside or we would be captured by some enemies. We got in because our powers made us invisible to these people who were laughing and I guess on break but still against us. We got into the shack it is a cute little wooden hut, with 2 or 3 beds draped in thick woolen blankets, a loft, a study, and empty space on the floor with a round shape. The angry man was disturbed thinking the old man had been taken and feeling regretful he was not aware of how much he cared for the man when he left and how his anger had taken better control of his emotions in the past and consumed him. It was not his fault he was angry because this was his style.
Then out of nowhere the old man returns and surprises us with stories of years past. He teaches the angry man even better skills and they begin to train me (or the other person). We learn how to become stronger and use our wisdom to become great.
Then I woke up.
aliens flying? driving in cars looking at jet powered aircraft's designed as flying saucers. These are actually real aircraft's. They made replicas so they could try and recreate flying saucers but in my dream they were jets, and it was giant, with green glass bubble covers.
This man was filled with a lot of anger so he went to live in this immigrants shack. The man was a Samurai who was very old. The old man taught him the ways of a secret technique. It was to confuse people's thoughts when they asked him questions he could tell them anything and they believed him. He was also a master of disguises, and he could fight. I think he could like disappear or fight really well also.
Then for some reason he got really angry and he left the old man without warning. The old man was not sad but something happen when the man left. Later I found out it was breach in security and the man thought the old man had been deported or taken prisoner. While the man was away it was 20 years he was gone. He begin drinking and hated his life. Then he met a girl not to date just a friend. He was enjoying their friendship but his mind powers did not work on her. He thought she was a trickster like him, but she never revealed her secret whether if she was or not. She didn't believe him when he said where she was from. Then the man met someone else I thought it might be me. He wanted to teach me the ways, but maybe it wasn't me.
I told the girl that he wanted to learn from here and wrote down on the table his real information so she would feel safe and let us return. I just remembered when we went to a bar and it was so dark no one could see each other. There were cubby hole style rooms like when you go to a voting booth but each one had a couple people in them like lofts and tables. One of them led to a secret passage to the hide out of the old man. We had to wear disguises to get inside or we would be captured by some enemies. We got in because our powers made us invisible to these people who were laughing and I guess on break but still against us. We got into the shack it is a cute little wooden hut, with 2 or 3 beds draped in thick woolen blankets, a loft, a study, and empty space on the floor with a round shape. The angry man was disturbed thinking the old man had been taken and feeling regretful he was not aware of how much he cared for the man when he left and how his anger had taken better control of his emotions in the past and consumed him. It was not his fault he was angry because this was his style.
Then out of nowhere the old man returns and surprises us with stories of years past. He teaches the angry man even better skills and they begin to train me (or the other person). We learn how to become stronger and use our wisdom to become great.
Then I woke up.
