Dream About Militia Fighting Space Travel And Puppy Accident

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The first dream I can remember. It was like I was following these characters cause I didn't see myself in most of the dream except for one instance when I was the girl. But basically, there was this militia. The militia was fighting these wars in different faraway lands like you had to take a spaceship to get to these battlegrounds. Anywho, there were three main characters I was following in my dream. This young Black man was ambitious but not talented or skilled at fighting, timid, and wanted to get better. He was a very kind person. Then, there was this young black boy he took under his wing like a little brother, but they weren't related. This young boy was cute and a kid. Very young and playful but pretty inquisitive. Then, there was this young Black woman he met in this militia. The young woman had short, kinky hair; I believe her hair was dyed blond. She was extremely talented and skilled at combat. Very intuitive, a bit of a romantic, quirky, and friendly. All three of them ended up banding together in this militia. They were ordered to join this fight in this faraway land. They entered the spaceship, where many people were on board, not just soldiers but regular people too; it felt like a commercial flight. On the ship heading to combat is the only time I became the young black woman in the story, and I looked like myself at this point. I usually run cold, and the ship was very cold. I was looking for a blanket on the ship shelves. I guess the ship carried extra clothing and blankets. I remembered someone telling us you should've gotten a ticket for the upgraded seats because this side of the ship is where everyone is and the other sides are like first class and have hearing this side is purposely cold. But I knew we didn't have enough money for an upgraded seat. The young man and the boy were helping me look for a blanket to wrap around since I tend to run cold. Finally, I found a sizeable purple shawl and comfy pink gloves. I took those and put them on, and we returned to our seats. Once we arrived at our destination, it went back to the Black woman I saw earlier. They went off to combat and did pretty well working together and fighting the enemies of this land. However, I don't think either of them believed in this war, but they felt obligated to become these soldiers because of the state of the world at the time, and there were very few options. I think the militia took care of their essential needs. At some point, they were on this battlefield, and they did a very good job. I think the militia fought off most of the enemies of the land. The people who lived there seemed thankful. The group of three met this older Black woman who insisted on giving the young black boy this tasty milk from their land. He was excited and laid down on something so she could feed it to him in this tube-like thing. While that was happening, something felt off, and the young Black woman sensed something, and the young black boy did, too. Eventually, the older lady heard it and told us to run. The young black man didn't quite sense it, but he did follow once there was shooting. I think there were more enemies that we didn't fight off yet. We were able to get away, and the whole militia, including the three, mostly fought them off. The last thing I remember about this militia dream was the young black woman in the militia ended up fighting another young black woman. They were wrestling behind a pickup truck, and the one not in the military cut the one I'd been following throughout the dream across her chest. But she ended up overcoming her, fought, and killed the girl that cut her. She was severely injured. Seemingly, the militia prides you on your injuries, but if they see you incapable of getting to the next fight, they honor you, but it's expected they will kill you in this land as you are no use to them at the next fight. So the commanding leader told her she fought courageously, but this was the end of the road for her. Before she was going to get killed, she asked if she could say her goodbyes to her friends, the young black man and the young boy. He said that's fine. They went somewhere, and then they decided to leave. Before they left, they expressed their love for one another, and I think they shared a kiss. She found this food item that can heal her. They stole this open-air jeep, she hopped into the driver seat, the young black man hopped into the back, and I didn't see the young black boy, but I wanted to believe he was with them; if not, I'm pretty sure he was going to be ok in the militia like he wasn't going to be in danger of any kind. At the end of the dream, the young Black man seems to have a stronger sense of self and strength. He flipped off the other soldiers, trying to get to them, and they happily drove away, charting their own destiny together. The last dream I remembered was in my apartment. I was unfamiliar with this apartment but knew it was my home. I took Diesel, my puppy, out earlier that day, but I was engrossed in something, so I kept pushing off taking Diesel out. I told him I will take you out soon. While in another place in the house, I started to smell feces. I knew he ended up defecating in my house. I went to the corner of the apartment, and I saw a large pile of Diesel’s feces. I was upset at him. But I also knew it was my fault for holding off on taking him out. I pointed to the poop and told him no several times. He looked at me sad. Then I told him to go to the crate. I started cleaning it up. I realized I was low on the formula I put in the handheld vacuum cleaner for accidents like that. Diesel is potty trained, so he hasn't had an accident like that for a while. I got this carpet-cleaning spray to help clean this mess since I was low on formula. I also remembered Diesel being happy in his crate, lying on his back.