Three dreams that I can remember today. I remember the third dream the most, but I didn't think I remembered that much until I'd written out all I could recall.

The first, was some kind of University/Apocalyptic related thing that involved the exploration of this sewer/dungeon like area, the hunting of bags containing drugs, and leaping off tall ledges with others whilst chained to them (and surviving). You either jump or you get pulled off with them.

The second one, the discussion of the low budget of the Wizard of Oz, but the odd thing was that it was the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, and what I was looking at was the White Witch, who was wearing black, riding in a black horse-drawn carriage, but she was wearing some weird clothes underneath the robes that looked from the 50s. Then I got a look at the 'poor quality' village.

This then led on the the third dream, with me being a tank commander with some allies, fending off the Nazi advance. I was often in a third-person perspective of my tank however, until the 'final battle'. My machine gun on my tank was inexplicably far superior in taking out enemy tanks. However, the 'final battle' was against what I recall being referred to as either a Churchill or Challenger tank. This thing was neither, it referred to no tank I had ever seen, and had a double barrel arrangement, it was also shaped in a slightly familiar way resembling an allied tank, but not by much. I recall there being a strong imperative not to get hit by a single shot of this thing. However it appeared to be virtually invincible from the front, so I needed to get behind. Trouble is, I recall the Nazi commander and his remaining forces were covering their side of the main road area. We could move across our part, but we could not advance along it. The powerful tank though was advancing to the right of the road (my perspective), on the other side of a small wall. I used to be on this side but was falling back because of the tank.

I kept taking pot shots as I was falling back, waiting for there to be enough space....at which point there suddenly was, the enemy tank had moved too far to the right (my perspective), allowing my tank to use its superior speed to rush forward. I did so, avoided getting hit and was able to slip past. I spun around, and poured as much fire power as possible into it. The enemy tank did not seem concerned with this though (probably was concentrating on the allied forces in front for some reason).

I recall thinking about the stupidity of the Axis commander. He needed to advance and support his tank and attack me, but what he did was advance along the road. He was standing on the top of his command vehicle. I don't know who he was, but he was a stocky person holding binoculars.

Anyway, I now had the enemy tank on the brink of destruction, however I did not want to fire the final shot. For a very strange reason, it felt really unfair. The tank then exploded by itself, but the people within were still alive. At this point the enemy commander and his forces surrendered.

I did get a brief 'look' at the name of the tank, and in my dream it was called a 'PiinePanzer' (that's the spelling), however no such tank exists. Nor does the word 'Piine' exist in German.

Anyway, after the enemy forces surrendered, I woke up.


Most of the fighting took place here:

Apparently Piine is Romanian for bread.

I dreamt that I was killing zombies lol

Strange, apparently one of my housemates had a dream about zombies last night.

hehe. I dream the wierdest things!!

strange i had a dream i was a zombie and was killed by ine and a uni student i didn;t recognise

lol good un

hahaaa