Freedom, sacrifice and jumping badger.

I recall some liberation war. There was a town we liberated. I remember night lights - the first night of freedom. It was beautiful.

Then it appeared as this town was on a big cruise ship, a really humongous one. A guy was flying around it on a rope attached to something high above. I was following him as if I was filming him with a camera. He landed on some dark structure and waited. A huge sea monster appeared from beneath. Just his dragon like head... more like a Chinese dragon. The guy has done something in the past and he had to atone for his deeds by sacrificing himself. This way he would also save the rest of us from the monster. I do not actually recall him being swallowed. Just the notion of the sacrifice is all that I recall.

Later on I remember getting out of bed in a living room in my parents apartment and walking out of the room. When I returned I saw a mouse in the bed. I called someone, perhaps my wife, to take a look as the mouse was cuddling in the bed. When she finally came, the mouse started running under the sheets towards the space between the bed and the wall and jumped down. I thought it was hiding under the mattress and lifted it up. Indeed the mouse was hiding under it but it wasn't a mouse, it was a baby badger. Not exactly a badger, because the head looked more like armadillo's head but without the armor. Also, there were very strong rear paws. The reason I noticed that is because the baby's mom suddenly appeared, grabbed it and jumped out od the window. It was quite high and I thought it was rather suicidal of the mom to do that but I saw her landing on her rear paws. They were so strong that she bounced of the concrete pavement like a ball and flew back up almost as high as the window was. Wow!

Warlords, parents and old friends.

Tonight there were many dreams. I can recall a few.

First a couple of warlords struggled for power. There was a very sad scene when the one who lost was saying his good-byes to his former land, which was now in disarray. This is probably because I watched "War" last night.

Then my father and I were traveling through Italy and he became young and exited the train and I remained inside. When the conductor came she wanted to take my ticket but I begged her not to because I wanted to get off at the net stop and wait for my father to catch up. I asked the passengers nearby to confirm that I had told her the truth. She agreed. When I got out at the next stop my father waited for me there already.

Next I was in a company of my high school friends and reminisced about our time together. Then more of them joined us and we started throwing dirt at each other.

Running away.

Very vague recollection now. Two girls were friends but they had to separate and become enemies. As they were stepping away from each other each of them committed suicide. They shot themselves. When I saw the sequence it was quite beautiful as they were running away in two different direction, without looking back and decided to remain true to their friendship at they same time.

Wounded girl on a bus.

Today's dream is a short one. I do not recall anything else but this little episode.

Whilst I was getting on a kneeling bus in a big city I saw a girl lying inside. Someone helped her up and directed her to the bus' front door, strange enough. I rushed to the door to help her off but she darted past me and collapsed on sidewalk. I think her head was bleeding. Someone screamed to let her lying as she cannot be moved in her condition.

A man rushed across the street to the nearest pay phone to call 911. I kneeled down to the girl. She had straight dark hair, shoulder length. Blood was coming out her head on her right side. The man was shouting at me from across the street asking if she had a phone number. I asked her if she had a phone, in Russian first and then in English. She opened her eyes and started telling me her phone number: "666 - 121 - ...." I was repeating the digits to the man on the pay phone across the street. Last four digits she mumbled as she was out of breath and out of strength.

I ran across the street to the man to rush him. I looked back. The bus stop was in front of a building with a two-story high granite siding with embossed number twelve.

This is all I can recall. I hope the girl is alright.