Today's dream: A Star Cruiser, Blood Donors and a Cult-like Sacrifice

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The star-cruiser

The first thing I remember is a floating tour of an intergalactical ship. I was talking to someone who was telling me that this was a ship of an organisation that travelled a lot and protected people in need. I told the speaker “So, nominally ‘Intergalactic Caretakers’?”, and then we floated into a room where a young woman was coming in. She was average, short black hair, white, pretty, in her late twenties.

As she passed by a group of three to five people, she very informally greeted them with a smile and a simple sentence similar to “What’s up, intergalactic caregivers?”, and I chuckled with my co-observer. It was too casual a greeting for the utmost elders of the ship. I got closer and started switching perspectives, as if sitting with the woman to my right and the elders to my left (behind the woman were enormous windows through which I could see the outer space, a beautiful starscape to which I didn’t pay attention).

The elders were sitting in their respective chairs, one ahead, and the others behind as if hierarchically. Suddenly, it was introduction time, I saw their characteristics. They looked alien-ish, like from a Star-Trek cut. One of them was pink and had no hair. The other one, I don’t know if the elder introduced himself or if the person who was with me introduced me, but he was presented as a proud old immortal man who specialised in blood donation.

I detailed him. He was dressed in a thick white and grey turtle-necked onesie. His skin was darker than white, sort of like an Indian or a light-brown African. I noted that his skin colour was a bit de-coloured, almost greyish. His hair was grey (black and white tightly intermixed), very curly and cut about 1 cm close to his scalp. He looked kind.

In a room

There was some sort of flashback or flashaway. I was in a room where there were one boy and one girl. Both were around 8 years old, naked. The boy was sitting back against a wall. The girl was lying on the ground with her head on his legs, looking at him and more-than-likely touching him in a sexual way. I saw behaviour that suggested that she was acting as a prostitute to him. They interacted for a little while in this fashion and then the boy started giving money to the girl as if she was heavily in need.

He started giving her bill after bill, saying things like “this is for this need, this is for the food, this is for that need, this is for your little brother, etc.”. I looked closer into her hands and I noticed that he was giving her Venezuelan bolivars, bills like 10, 50, etc. (Hmmm, I gave a bus driver a decent tip in bolivar bills a few hours before I went to sleep. Related to this dream!) I was worried because bolivars are worth almost nothing, but in the amount he was giving them out, she could easily get a few days’ worth of meals with that.

The scrawny girl

Flash-forward to another occasion, this little boy, or another similar little boy, was running down the street. I followed from above. The street was really nice. Everything was greyish, but beside the pavement there were many trees planted, so the very wide pavements were half-covered with the shadow of trees.

The boy ran to a group of girls and started asking for a girl. I stood on the ground and saw him to my right and the girls to my right, also about his age, resting against a small wall. They were saying that they hadn’t seen the girl for a little while, a little in a mocking way for the girl, but showing respect as equals to the boy, just not in a very serious way, as if he were looking for a lost cause.

Then, a girl walked by, and the boy looked surprised. She was the one he was looking for. She was extremely small and skinny. She was wearing a pink sweater and a tight knee-length blue-jean skirt. At first, he was glad to see her, but the girls had kept talking while she was walking closer. They were saying despective things like she sucked because she spent all the money she got on food to make up for blood donations. The girl’s skin was yellowish pink –like Shrek’s, but less shiny.

The boy got angry really quick. He was staring at her in disbelief at first, realising that all of his aid was going to others because she was overly altruistic and that she was in tatters more due to her own choices. I was thinking more in the line of “is it really possible to donate once you’re at this point of practically-terminal malnutrition? She’s fing green for f’s sake.”

The party

A change in scenes brought me to a house where there was a party. I was walking through people, a bit sick of the crowd as I always am, anxious to be alone again. I walked and walked until I found a door that led to a hallway. I will call the direction of the door “North” to ease my way into the description. I went to it, looked ahead and there was a long hallway with a few open lobbies to the right, like long holes to my right-hand side.

I faced east, facing the first lobby. To the north, there was a big TV. In the middle, there was a long puffin where a teenage boy was sitting. To the bottom, east-side of the wide lobby (at least 3 times bigger north-south than east-west), there were shelves where things were packed in, including consoles, CDs and books. To my right, just more puffins. I went to the boy, whom I knew in the dream, and I lay right beside him and asked if we were going to watch some TV.

He mentioned something about the channels, so I grabbed the remote and started to zap through the channels. The channels were divided in groups of three. Each of the three was a different mode, something like

First group	Second group
Channel 1: Movie 1 in English with no subs	Channel 4: Movie 2 in English with no subs
Channel 2: Movie 1 in English with Spanish subs	Channel 5: Movie 2 in English with Spanish subs
Channel 3: Movie 1 dubbed in Spanish	Channel 6: Movie 2 dubbed in Spanish

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I was in one of the last channels, so I started zapping down. The first movie I noticed was something like Rambo, or what I would imagine the Vietnam war looked like: lots of soldiers running through a tropical jungle and getting covered in mud every time they had to duck. I quickly zapped away, not interested in war movies.

A man’s sacrifice

In the next movie, I saw a young black man saying something about having been a victim of the dragon. I saw a scene with something like a crucifix and a red-and-orange Chinese dragon flying around him. I got immersed in this scene right away and watched him get dragged through the stairs. He yelled something like “No! Not me! Please!”, but the attacker ruthlessly dragged him by his cuffed hands, above his head level.

The attacker was wearing a brown robe with a hood. He pulled the man’s cuffed hands near an X made of wooden planks, until they were above the V part of the X and attached them there, on the other side of the X, so the man was lying with half of his body resting on the V of the X. Then, the robed man walked back and gave way for an enormous eagle, not a dragon, to come and grab the black man from his spot and take him away flying.

I spectated by floating beside them. I saw the eagle carry the thin but fit black man to a group of big, thick and strong planks that were supporting the roof of the enormous shed. The eagle stood there and was ripping away at the man with his claws and beak. The man was screaming. I just watched for a few more seconds until I woke up from the sound of people arriving at my home.