Just woke up from a great set of interesting and dramatic dreams.
For some reason I don't believe I've been having as many exciting dreams as I usually would lately, and I've barely been remembering anything of them.
First I remember, there was some weird, kinda awesome sci-fi/fantasy thing. Might have been a book/graphic novel I was reading or a film/TV series I was watching... had these really cool aesthetics, with colour schemes that kinda maybe reminded me of old Bitmap Brothers artworks, I guess.
At some point towards the end of that dream I (as in, me that was reading/watching, not whoever's viewpoint the thing may have mostly been from) made the mistake of glancing at the back cover, copping what seemed like a massive spoiler for my trouble. It described the heart-wrenching scene where a main character, possibly the main character, sacrificed his life to reawaken the old guardian robots of the strange land/planet he and his companions had somehow wound up on (crashlanded?) and I assumed that was going to be much later in the series, but then it happened at the end of the book/issue/episode I was currently reading/watching, so that was a relief.
Later on in another dream one of my oldest IRL friends (and former housemates) and I were robbing super valuable (or "hot") stuff from people's backyard's for some reason. Like, possibly illegal stuff super illegal-type dudes. There was this one yard we'd stolen stuff from earlier in the dream (plants? Buried treasure? I don't know) where things had gone smoothly, we crept past that one rather nervously until we reached another one just down the street from it.
For some reason some lunatic we knew of who owned this yard had guns and hand grenades lying around in it.
I think it may have been a trap, purely to attract people to try and steal his stuff so that he could kill them. Not sure.
Anyway, we headed into this guy's yard to steal the stuff. Can't remember how we got in but, sure enough, there were a couple of silenced pistols lying there, along with a bunch of innocuous, green hand grenades just sitting in the garden.
It had been daylight when we approached the place, but for some reason as we crouched in the garden discussing our plan it quickly became night.
Um, can't remember the rest very well now... basically, we were taking the stuff when I heard a sound and saw the light of a torch/flashlight coming towards us through the garden. So we ran, with the crazy owner of the place chasing us, leaping over fences and what-not. My friend ended up getting shot, and I somehow leapt over a fence, grabbed the wall of a house and hung there until our pursuer came around the corner, then frantically starting to fire one of the pistol's we'd stolen.
Riddled him with bullets and that's the last I can remember of that dream.
There was another dream later on, but I don't really remember it... at all, now. Dang.
It was probably the best one, too.
All these have since been kind of overshadowed by the frightening sleep paralysis-y 'is it really a dream'-type shit I experienced when I went back to bed later on. Oh well.