Most dreams that I recall involve me as first-person, from which I interact with and experience the goings-on within the dream universe. Once in awhile I break from the first-person perspective into second-ish or more typically third-person, but this change in perspective is typically only for a brief time.
Last night, I had a more theatrical dream. I experienced the dream from a first-person, and third-person, but from a multiple of perspectives for several on-going but related events. I would take on the first-person perspective for one set of events. Then, by a semi-conscientious decision, I would move to another perspective in another set of events from a different character's point of view. I had some control of the characters I took on, but the story unfolded around me in ways that aren't common. Normally, my awareness within dreams gives me the ability to make minor adjustments where I kind of know what's going to happen, or passively direct the story. However, I never directly take over and rewrite the story. This time, I had zero control of the events. I was experiencing the story as it unfolded. I was responding to the story as my character would. I was watching a movie from within the movie.
In this story, there are multiple seemingly simultaneous events. Much of the story takes place in a large hangar that has been converted to offices and manufacturing. Terrorists have taken over the building, but lost control of the employees at some point. I don't remember too much from this part of the dream, but I know several plot points were set up. The terrorist assault was a cover to steal actual printed bearer bonds. I don't remember if the bonds were paid to them or if they staged the assault to find them. I would jump between several employees of that company, all trying to avoid the terrorist. Many of us were moving from room to room to avoid the terrorist. In fact, by this point in the dream, I never saw the terrorists. The character I become just seemed to always know where the terrorists were in order to avoid them. Sometimes I was a nondescript male scurrying about with a larger group, other times I'd switch to another group and was a 30s to 40s Kit Harington.
One room was a break room with some office and kitchen furniture, such as filing cabinets and kitchen sink. On the concrete wall that was adjacent to the door, there was an spot where an execution happened earlier, blood staining the wall. I remembered seeing that execution happen as a character within the dream, but I don't remember the execution happening as the dreamer. (It happened during a part of the dream that I don't remember, but I know happened.)
At some point, I decided that portion of the story progressed enough and it was time to see other events. I was on a plane in the air. The plane was also taken over by terrorist. I was another nondescript man. We, the passengers, fought subversively against terrorist without direct conflict. At some point, the pilot was shot. It seems that the co-pilot was somehow killed or removed from the plane during a part of the dream I don't remember. After the pilot died, we (the passengers) were able to take over the plane and negate the terrorists, though I'm not clear as to how. The looming threat of landing the plane without a pilot now become the tension of the story.
Switching back to the hangar, another man, blond of similar age, and I (as Kit Harington) discovered the plot of the terrorists and somehow knew where the bonds were hidden. We broke away from the group and ran to the office where the bonds where kept. We started grabbing the bonds and split them up. At this point, the perspective switched from first-person to third-person. I watched as Kit Harington and the other man split up the bonds, roughly in half. However, my thoughts were still internal to the Kit Harington character. As I watch myself (as Kit Harington) and the other man, we agreed to meet at a predetermined location to somehow cash the bonds in and evenly split the proceeds. However, my character was thinking that I'd just keep what I grabbed and cash that in on my own. Not really betraying the other man, but feigning to cooperate in order to get what I can and get out of there without dispute.
The story then switched back to another person on the plane. I was briefly a person that took over the controls of the plane in order to land it. That was a very brief swap, I guess to show that the plane would somehow land. I immediately switched to be another man who was with a young boy that I met on the plane. The boy was scared. I comforted him as best I could. The plane crash-landed at the start of the runaway of an airport. Most people seemed to survive, but the plane was on fire. I helped the boy out of the plane, but instead of smoke and screaming-running people, the boy and I calmly exited the plane into a cool mist. I walked with the boy, continuing to make conversation with him to keep him as calm and distracted as possible. I tell him he can have whatever he wants when he returns home. As I walk with him, he's naming a bunch of things he wants. I tell him to keep walking. He walks out of mist as I stay behind and retreat. He turns around playfully and says "...and I want Lucky Charms". The boy then nonchalantly walks over to where a crowd has gathered at the outskirts of the airport. As I'm walking back through the mist, an airport employee on the tarmac notices me through a brief clearing in the mist and happily yells at me, "Hey, it's Lucky!" And other employee looks up to see me before I disappear and leave behind a single rainbow marshmallow from the Lucky Charms cereal.
From a third-person perspective again, I watch the boy (that I rescued) grab the hand of another boy who is with a family (father, mother, young son, older son, young sister and older sister) in the crowd . The boy turns around to watch a fire at the airport with his family. I then watch the boy age before my eyes in a time-jump to become the same age as the boy he is standing next to. He and the other boy are twins. The fire he's watching isn't the plane. The fire is from the conclusion of the terrorist assault on the hangar at that same airport; two or third years later. The boy originally died in the plane crash at that same airport.
As the dreamer, I was thoroughly surprized by this ending. I believe this is the first time I remember seeing a superimposed time-jump. It was an interesting effect to see within a dream.
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