I was a part of a mercenary team infiltrating a secret base in some arctic location.
Notable members of the team included my childhood best friend (who I still know today) and a female merc with whom I'd had a failed romance in the past, and who I was currently trying to get back together with. There were others who basically just helped out with stealthily killing the guards of the base and didn't do much else.
I remember a bit about my past relationship with the woman.
It basically ended when we were at some other icy place with various, seemingly abandoned metal structures, and for whatever reason we were with Professor Farnsworth. He was very senile but I think we'd sought him out for his wisdom regardless, and it turned into a sort of date for us. For some reason he ended up teaching lady-merc how to throw improbable objects for improbably long distances using cartoon physics, and I was running about out in the ice and snow frantically trying to avoid the stuff she was hurling at me. (She may have been partly based on Leela, but I don't remember for sure. She definitely didn't look like her.)
Then Farnsworth wandered off for whatever reason and I met back up with her in this strange, possibly ruined building.
We joked around, then got out of the snow and starting canoodling for a bit, but then the 'date' ended with a sad scene where she explained to me/my character that she was a merc first and foremost, and whilst she did really love me/him, she would do whatever she was paid to do, even if it meant harming her loved ones.
I left shortly after, as we were climbing a ladder up towards the top of the huge abandoned building we were in, echoing the words she'd used earlier to say spending time with her didn't benefit me before angrily storming off down the ladder.
Anyway, the aforementioned mission took place quite a long time later. I and lady-merc (well, mostly me) had been trying to patch things up, mainly by organizing our professional lives so that both of us were indispensable to one another, thus preventing betrayals. I'm not quite sure how well it was going, in fact I think things were still pretty unpleasant between us, but at least she'd come along on the mission.
The guards were killed without too much trouble (I think the action parts of the dream were a bit like GTA 5), and we moved on to searching the place for the valuables we'd been sent here for. We started off with a bunch of trapdoors in the ground amongst various wooden crates and other miscellaneous "secret military base" junk.
We opened the first one and found nothing of interest, then moved onto the next.
I opened it up and discovered, oddly enough, several boxes of old VHS tapes, DVDs and videogames. I was hit hard by a sudden attack of nostalgia, and felt myself tearing up as my friend and I laid eyes on a treasure trove of childhood memories.
Lady-merc and the other member(s?) of our team were somewhat bemused by my reaction, but I babbled on about how nostalgic this was, and Friend and I rummaged through digging out things we recognized and gushing over them.
Weirdly, at least some of the stuff appeared to have actually belonged to me in the past- I found my (real life) old N64, for example, along with its pile of games. There were a lot of odd dreamed-up movies in there as well, most of which I remembered watching with my friend, and a pile of cruddy pirated DVDs that were a bit more recent.
Then I pulled out and inspected another movie called Duel Country (or something to that effect), and the dream shifted to its setting as I remembered it. Apparently it was about some gunfighter in the Wild West days, who'd killed a bunch of people (probably most of them in duels) before dying from his wounds after being knifed by some Italian trader/gambler. He was generally considered to have been a good guy.
This movie picked up at the end of his story, and followed a what-if scenario where he survived his wounds.
I only saw the start of the movie before I woke up, but the main character encountered a couple of rich-type ladies who'd somehow found themselves lost in the middle of a forest, and he agreed to help them get to wherever they were going. He had a couple of either slaves or natives working for him, I believe, and these ladies were somewhat weirded out to see him treating them kindly.
The group of them setting off through the trees is the last thing I really remember before waking up.
Definitely, the highlight of the dream was opening up that trapdoor and discovering all those old movies and what-not.
I really felt the nostalgia rush right there, oh man. That was pretty cool.
Pretty sure I had another, earlier dream, but I don't remember a thing about it.
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