Dream Log Thread

PART 2
>the government's secret branch called the ATP arrives and quarantines the entire city, no one in or out
>they have the most advanced weaponry and vehicles (like S.H.I.E.L.D. from Marvel)
>as we are pursued by fighter jets, me and julian split up after agreeing to rendezvous at the beach
>they hit julian with a special needle, causes him to be very sick
>julian is able to make his way back to the apartment building (as of now, none of the government knows we live there)
>I don't find any of the last 2 lines out until make it to the beach and don't see julian there
>stealthily make my way back to arturo's apartment building
>learn than julian was shot with something, no one knows what, but he has a fever and is sweating a lot and is in obvious discomfort, fading in and out of consciousness
>I decide to go out and try and steal the antitode, though I have no idea what it looks like or where it will be
>FBI agent approaches me as I'm leaving the apartment, tells me that the toxin was made in an abandoned traincar factory a few blocks from the apartment building and if any antidote was made it would be there
>offers a few of his agents to help me search the place
>we get to the factory, break in, as expected it's abandoned with parts for train cars lying around here and there but no trace of the toxin or antidote
>keep searching anyway
>ATP arrives outside, we can hear their fighter jets doing flyovers and helicopters coming
>FBI agent tells the civilian security guard to lock down the factory so ATP can't get in, so it's me and a couple of FBI agents
>FBI agents start to lock down the inside of the factory, too, pulling down overhead doors and such
>for an "abandoned" factory this place seems to have a lot of working electronics...
>I'm still alone, keep thinking there is an antidote somewhere
>start hearing gunfire INSIDE the factory
>FBI must be engaging ATP
>find a catwalk that leads up to the roof. That must be how ATP got in, so that's the best way for me to get out
>make it to the roof, staying in the shadows
>jump down off the roof and run into some shrubbery next to the factory
>no one saw me, good
>slowly and stealthily make my way back to the apartment building
>see several national guard troops patrolling the area, but not concentrating around the apartment building so I assume they haven't found our "base" yet
>avoid these troops by shielding my face from view with a baseball cap and looking down
>make it to the apartment building
>go to the 71st floor (where arturo lives)
>find arturo and his family tending to julian
>tell julian we have to leave, that the factory was probably a set up and there's a lot of troops around our area and it's only a matter of time before they find us
>julian still out of it but has short flashes of "normal", agrees that we need to go
>we thank arturo for all he's done

PART 3
>make our way to staircase, going to go to the roof and fly from there
>as we're walking up, we see more fighter jets doing flybys
>on 75th floor, we see a parachuter coming in towards the build
>OH SHIT IT'S THE ATP THEY FOUND US!
>he crashes through the window panels surrounding the staircase
>me and julian book it to the roof
>julian says he doesn't feel so good, doesn't know if he can fly
>I tell him we have no choice, so we both jump
>he can fly!
>shit, parachuter guy has some sort of backpack that lets him fly, too
>we make it about 50 yards in the air when julian disappears from my peripheral
>I look to my left
>see his unconscious body plummeting to the earth
>he's going too fast for me to change my direction and catch him
>see him crash land into the roof of a crumbling building
>"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
>I know he's dead. We may be dragons but we're not invulnerable
>I keep flying, knowing my best bet is to reach the ocean, dive, and then swim. ATP doesn't know I can breathe underwater so they likely will not have had a submarine blockade set up yet
>backpack flyer guy still on my tail
>I try to go faster but the emotions of julian's loss make me lose focus so I'm unable to hit even mach .5
>approaching the ocean, backpack flyer guy still hot on my tail
>I see the contrails of something flying by my face
>he must be shooting his tranquilizer or whatever bullshit that julian was hit by
>do my best to avoid
>I reach the ocean
>plunge into it
>everything goes blurry for a second

Wake up from my dream.

I have other dreams written down so if you'd be interested in reading about those I could dig them up.

>>8830109
I don't normally do this. but I ain't reading all that shit nigger.

>>8830162
I'm with this guy. Stopped at the title. Dream logs featuring dragons are the work of 1000 subconscious monkeys with typewriters, each one more of a talentless hack than the next.

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I honestly can't even tell the difference between ADVANCED LE IRONY and underage shitposting anymore

Just fucking end it Hiroyuki