Inheritance of loss

I was staying in my mothers flat, in a room I spent my childhood and puberty. My parents were together, sitting in the dining room, absolutely calm like any time before (in real life they are divorced). I was feeling disturbed. Some unnamed threat was looming. Once I new that someone is approaching to kill me, I decided to run away, but first I wanted to collect some important things from my room. The problem was i couldn't decide what to take with me. The main items I was considering were my laptop and a wallet, which are rather obvious, but I still couldn't make a clear decision and just storm out. It took me so long that it was too late to escape, so I hid in the linen box under my bed. Then the murderer (a guy in disguise) appeared in my room door, produced his gun and shot me through the bed, somehow knowing I'm there. I saw the bullets piercing the linen and then hitting me in slow motion. I was still alive, but then he shot again and I woke up.

Boneless Grandpa

I had a dream about my grandfather, who actually died back in September 2010.

My grandpa was lying on his own dead corpse (like he was doubled), which was lying on a couch. His top, let's say, incarnation was rather alive, but somehow bedridden - it appeared that he was boneless. Nevertheless he was drinking milk and behaving like he was entirely alive. I felt disgusted by the scene so I called my father to do something, but he expressed only his dismay.

killed by a hobo

I was going somewhere with my sister and a sister of my grandmother, Teresa, who suddenly decided to defecate in a building nearby. There was a big bird's turd in the entrance. It looked more like a green whipped cream on a cake. When we entered the staircase, Teresa pressed the first button she encountered on the wall. Even though she is almost blind, she probably tried to turn the light on, but the button was a door bell to one of the flats. Anyway, she went upstairs, assisted by my sister. While going up Teresa said, that she poops here frequently. I went outside, for I didn't want to explain anything to anyone who might appear in the door, that she rang at.

I started to stroll along the street. At one point I spotted a police car that entered the pavement and started to drive towards a group of three people, who looked suspicious. I couldn't figure out if it was three hobos or two hobos and a policeman. And if it was a policeman, I wasn't sure who was lead by whom. Anyway, when police reached them, they started to talk, but I could feel that something wrong is gonna happen there. So I passed them and without looking at them, I rushed ahead. One of the hobos started to chase me with a gun. I felt that I'm shrinking and getting younger - I was now young boy from primary school with a big schoolbag on my back. I entered KFC restaurant and tried to hide behind the tills, but this shelter was obvious. Armed hobo, after encroaching upon the restaurant in haste, went toward me. I knew that he can find me in an instant so I jumped on his back and tried to strangle him, what was rather impossible, for he was big guy. Then he shoot me to death.


Then I woke up.. and again I found out that I woke up to another dream, which was short and not really interesting:

I basically was standing in front of the mirror and I could only see my head on its bottom. I felt paralyzed and thrilled.

Then I really woke up.

Dream in a dream

I was trapped in a steel net cage in the middle of a desert. My co-prisoner was a KISS front-man. In the adjacent hill there were some armed people, possibly warders. At one point Wayne Brady jumped in the cage, took my hand and tucked my index and middle fingers to the net. I was bewildered so he crossed my tucked fingers - then it was clear for me what should I do. I jumped up and due to a crossed fingers torque I managed to rotate ma entire body (just like a big propeller) and eventually jump over the top of the steel net. I was free, but I felt that armed guys will chase me, so I started to run away. I entered a forest and tried to mislead them, changing trace all the time. All of the sudden, when I was quite sure that I'm safe, series of machine gun bullets reached me and killed.

Then I woke up and begun to tell the story to my friends (and one co-worker). The story amused them, but they started to behave really weird.

It turned out that I woke up to... another dream.

Schizophrenia

I was chased. By a girl. Or girls. I felt that she/they tried to hurt me somehow. That was the first part of the dream about. I don't remember the middle part, so I move the story to the last two scenes.
Scene 1: Me and 3 of my friends are going somewhere, where someone is mentally sick.
At one point I spotted that one of my friends was making some gestures toward a person I didn't know. It was clear that he was communicating something. I was bewildered so I stopped and started to think what is going on. I said to my companions, that I cannot go with them, since I don't trust them any more. Then they looked at each other and one of them started to explain me that I am the person who is mentally sick. For the last 2 years they had tried to separate me from the sickness. They had been lying to me so I could have lived in my own imaginary world. This information swept me on my feet.
Scene 2: I'm lying on the altar of the church, under a gigantic statue of crucified Jesus. He (the statue of Jesus) was saying something unrecognizable very loudly, with a sinister timbre and quick pace. Then entire statue bended, or rather flipped toward my body lying on the altar, continuing with this hypnotizing mantra.
Then I woke up.

A riddle

I was a manager of a music club that was in the middle of the opening. I employed a female DJ to play at the party, but she brought only two discs. She said that she can manage with only two CDs because she can play some songs twice. (This particular girl in a real life is a friend of a friend and she is not a DJ, as far as I know). Then I had a meeting with some important town clerk (maybe a mayor), at which I was about to explain the vision of my music club. However, instead of questions about the club, the guy started to give me riddles, such as: "how many eyes do moles have?" or "what are dimensions of A4 size paper?". So I started to give him riddles to. Then I woke up.

blast!

I was sitting at my mother's apartment. The building looked almost the same as the real one, but was much bigger. There was TV on, airing political statement of the opposition leader Kaczyński, who was claiming that everyone in the country should apologize him. Someone switched the channel to the weather forecast. The weatherman said, that there is an extraordinarily big storm cloud over Warsaw. I took a look over the window and I noticed that there is actually a big shadow looming. All of the sudden it started to rain impossibly heavily. It looked like a torrent, but with much bigger raindrops. And just a moment later the storm begun. The thunderbolts started to hit the earth with very loud claps that sounded like a distant nuke detonation, with it's metallic echo.
The building we were in (my mother was present, but not actually visible) started to fall over. It saw it in slow motion and after a while it turned out that I'm not in a building but in a slowly descending airplane. It was obvious that the plane is going to crash. Then I woke up.