This is like a reply to this:
Having vivid dreams runs in the family. I think.
I wrote notes about it at around 2 am at night, so it may not make as much sense as it should. So this is a mix of the notes and my thoughts on this that I made up just now.
It's my 2nd Hetalia dream. Kinda weird.
There are 2 warring nations/2 opposing sides/main army and rebellion.
Ivan [Russia] is from one of them/rebellion side.
Alfred is part of my family. This is me, mum, dad, Mic and grandma. Which is weird, cos I'm not American.
We live in my grandma's house, or more a really modern/futuristic version of her house.
Other agents/army from enemy army [against Ivan] going to capture our family to make [?] guns.
Alfred finding Ivan to help in base. Wut? That makes no sense Sylvia-of-the-past.
I think he finds Ivan in a base and convinces him to help us.
Ivan says he will spread all these clue cards around for him find so its like Alfred doesn't know who Ivan is.
So even in my dreamworld, Ivan likes torturing Alfred's patience? Right-o.
I think what this means is that so the people on the enemy's side doesn't think we are on the other side, or well, we support it, but aren't in deep in the other side. I think Ivan is in deep on the other side, and a fairly important agent. So, it's just some anonymous helping our family to not get caught, rather than some high ranking agent.
Yes, this doesn't make sense. It's my dreamworld. Nothing makes sense.
On a side note, I think I smell broccoli.
Sorry. Continuing.
Ivan shows Alfred the cards. Ok?
Alfred starts to find the cards everywhere. Wait, Alfred and me are the SAME PERSON?! That actually makes sense in this dream. [wow, Sylvia, you were really thinking clearly that night. *sarcasm raised so high that I can actually feel my arm float up in zero-gravityness.* Don't ask]
I think what I meant was that there was no point of view changes, and I can't see myself/there is no one that I think represents me. Which usually happens, the point of view is from someone else, not myself. If that makes sense.
He's driving through *my suburb* finding clues. A guy [random] finds one and is all, "Hey this is for *insert my name here*" But Alfred is all, "Yeah, but I'm not up to there." What? Does he mean like, "He's not up to that point in the cards yet?"
The place outside the walking over-bridge [here comes the weird part] has [shallow] swimming pools, like fountains. Mum is there with me. There are a lot of kids in the other pools. I'm in the [shallow, up to my knees,] pool naked.
What. The. Hell. And I don't think I felt awkward. I mean, who has a dream where they are naked but don't feel awkward and panicky? Eh? Eh?
*cough* continuing.
My Mum sees all these kids from my old school [what?], including this really naughty boy from my old class and so I basically hide. I'm like half underwater, with my knees tucked up. [Yeah, and I'm totally hidden yeah. Like in a shallow pool in full view of the public]
[Back at the house, where somehow Mum and I [I think Alfred and I are 2 different people in this dream.] have gotten back to]The enemies are in the driveway. We all knew they were coming. Preparations for them in house. Ivan and Alfred to save us. All of us are in our best clothes [all in black, surprisingly] and we turn the answerphone/voicemail off. Wait, what?
Why?
Anyway, we go into lounge and sit on the sofas [the lounge is exactly like my Grandma's] and wait for the army to storm the house.
That makes no sense, we should have run when we could. No matter.
We are to distract the army so Ivan and Alfred can get a weapon [ready?] and help us escapt to Ivan's side/base/nation. The weapon they have a particle cannon.
Literal cannon which will end up killing them and inhabitants in house.
So wait, they've stormed the house, we've kept them busy, we've escaped, and now they have the particle cannon ready? Ok.
Ivan and Alfred charge the cannon on this platform which looks like something out of Halo with colours straight out of a Dane Rumble music video. Or something. Basically its black with dull neon spots of colour. Alfred muses its a bad idea [to fire the cannon], and he grabs a passing panicking Minion.
MINION. LIKE YELLOW WITH GOGGLES AND POSSIBLY VOICED BY THAT GUY OFF FLIGHT OF THE CONCHORDS [sp?] WHOSE NAME I CAN'T THINK OF AT THE MOMENT?
Hell to the yes.
Anyway, he grabs it, he stretches it [a Minion stretches?] and chucks it away [out of danger?].
They then get into the (charging, highly dangerous) cannon. [Which is stupid]
And then I woke up. By a bird which was making a beeping noise. That I thought was either
a) an alarm
b) the airconditioning.
OTL
~Sylvia