Before I begin, I’ll stop to mention an encounter. A rather stupid encounter actually.
Me and my friends were having our regular group conversations in college as always. Exams were near and we hadn’t at all studied. I told a friend I had these creepy dreams everyday of flunking it (maybe just not doing it pretty well.) And what did he say? ‘You have dreams?!’
What did he mean by that? No, what does that even supposed to mean? I can’t dream? What was he thinking? Did he think he was the only one has dreams? Did he think everybody around him were aliens? Aliens also dream. They might, wouldn’t they? Dreams are one of those crucial things that keeps us sane and he thinks he is the only one who has dreams. Ah, stupid stupid people. I’m surrounded by apes. I still can’t forget his stupid bewilderment.
Coming to the point of the blog now, it is not always that I remember my dreams. But when it comes to ”action-packed thriller” dreams, my brain remembers most of them. It sort of prints the dream in a sticky post inside my mind that I can always remember and go gaga over the bad-assery in it. Thank you movies and thank you video games for stirring up my dreams and adding a bit of punch to it.
1. Jumping from a 200 feet cliff into the roaring ocean.
I was a soldier and my troop was climbing a tall mountain to reach the top. As we walked above the endless stairs, I couldn’t help but notice how short out raft looked from above. The sea was wild, the current so powerful and yet there was no sign of a storm except the one which was just at the top that we failed to notice. As I tightened my gun to my strap, we came to the top. A moment later, we were attacked. Attacked by deadly aliens who killed my troop brutally. Having no means of escape, and my gun being useless as the aliens were so powerful, I took the last resort. I jumped from the top of the cliff to my raft below. It was one exhilarating jump. After hitting the ocean, I made my way towards the raft. I don’t even know how to swim yet I had no difficulties in my dream. As I got into the raft, all wet, I saw the survivors of my troop already on it and some were still on their way following my jump.
After every last one of us was on the raft – every last survivor – we escaped at full speed. But that was not all. We were chased by a helicopter neck to neck. I don’t know who manned them – aliens or enemies – but we raced ahead through the powerful ocean trying our best to damage the helicopter and bring it to the ground.
2. Hunting for the treasure.
It might have been the same dream or different. It might have been the same men who were now chasing only me and my friend on their own boats for we were hunting for lost treasures. I can definitely say that this dream (at least this part) was inspired by National Treasure. I was maybe 14 or 16 at that time, and I absolutely loved the film. It is through this film that my love for ancient history, hidden maps and artifacts, and ruins started. But anyway, I was on a boat with my friend. The sea was now calm. It was broad daylight, and we were begin chased. I reached the point where the treasure was hidden and I leapt out of my boat, swam to the dock like wooden plank and snatched the glowing treasure just before the enemies could hunt me down. This went on for one more time till the dream, to my disappointment, ended. I wonder what would have happened after that. Even though the dream lasted for a couple minutes, it sure was a thriller.
Totally Inception inspired this, where I, yes it was me, who enacted the Mombasa scene. My partner and I were being pursued by the bad guys and I raced, ran with all my might, ran like Bolt, ran like Flash while the Mombasa music was playing in the background. Its wonderful how you feel when you have these super abilities in your dreams, where you can do stuff you really don’t know how to do in real life. The feeling of running at full speed, faster than you could ever run in real life is fantastic.
These were the top 3 action packed dreams I ever had – till now, at least. There were a few more where I was Ezio from Assassin’s Creed and parkour-ed my way through the city. It was total fun while it lasted.
This was me talking about my best dreams. Maybe I’ll write about my nightmare ones where one time I literally yelled in my sleep. Creepy.