I was with Beth, and we were in a large hotel. A lot happened before this, but all I remember is the end. We walked down a bunch of stairs. I think I was in this hotel another night this week in the dreams I can't remember, and there is an excellent swimming pool there. Anyway, I followed her down the stairs. Open stairs with glass banister walls, and you can see out into the entire hotel courtyard, which is several floor levels tall. Inside plants. Must have been giant sky lights at the top. Open and airy and deep red carpet and really quite beautiful, like hotels. Went down several flights of stairs, following Beth. I just remember the scene, and it was very beautiful.
And then the story changed. I came across Lady Gaga. And I had been sent to get her because one of her security detail was going to murder her! I told her this, and she believed me right then because a bunch of rough folk on motorcycles went riding past right then into the hotel, including someone she glimpsed as a member of her security detail. Luckily she was behind a column and they didn't see her. So then we got her out of her wig and makeup so that she was a regular normal person, and I got her out of there. A few saw us and I had to shoot them dead... and this is when we come to why I was the one sent. Apparently I was some sort of superhero, and I could shoot something deadly (never figured out what... lazer bullets? poison? small knives? no idea) from my finger tips, and I killed people. So I got her out of there. We ended up hiding out in a nice apartment farther away. But when I say nice, I mean nicer than what a low income person would hide in. It was more like what a poor young adult just out of college would live in. Kind of cute and quaint. Anyway, we looked in several first, trying to find an empty one. I peeked in one that I recognized (as in, actually recognized). Now that I'm awake, I know that I've never been in an apartment like that, so I really wonder if I had seen it before in a different dream. I said earlier that I'm starting to suspect that happens. I finally found an empty apartment and in we went. So we hid out in there, and stayed away from the windows, waiting for the gang to leave.
One problem. While she was away hiding in another room under a bed or in a closet or something, and I was looking around the apartment, in walks the young man who is living in the apartment. Oops!
He was pretty vivid. Guess I was in an almost romantic mood in the dream and needed the romantic hero? Who knows. Anyway, let's see if I can describe him; I'm bad at describing people. Well built but lean. Average height. Blond wavy hair down to his ears. Caucasian. ...that's all I've got for you. About twenty five or twenty six years old, I should think. Twenty seven?? You get the idea.
So he walked in and saw me, and all my tough super hero feelings went out the window. I've noticed this in real life too. If I am helping someone else, or taking care of someone else, or comforting someone else; I am nearly fearless. If it's for myself, I become completely terrified. Well anyway, he walks in, and the crazy gang is going around outside right then, and he kind of gets the point, and I just admit to him what's happening and ask him to not give us away. I think he agrees to help.
Anyway, next thing I remember, he has actually turned into an older she, and in typical dream fashion this character becomes both a young man and an older woman of about fifty, grey hair pulled back in bun and also skinny, about fifty-five. And not only is there the singer that I am trying to protect, but now there is also a small boy, and I am trying to keep both of them safe, and they are both being hunted by the gang, who is definitely based on (but very different) to the good guys in the Chemical Romance music video Sing. But of course my gang is on motorcycles and they are the bad guys, and there are a lot more of them. But that video made it to my dreams.
And that's about all that happened. I started to wake up and actually forgot everything, and was so mad that I went back to sleep and stayed half asleep with my eyes closed until I remembered. I was pretty angry. I have discovered that the best way to remember is to come up with words while dreaming. I will forget the images, but if I say to myself key words, I remember those and it brings everything rushing back when I wake up. Today I remembered "Beth, stairs, Lady Gaga," and that helped me hold onto everything as I passed over that sleep/awake with eyes closed line.
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