I am in an alternate world ruled by an oppressive regime where everybody who is against the government know eachother and it is just so full of love, everyone are chilling and fucking...but it isn't everyone - it is people, including alot of famous people, who are hiding at these "underground" get-togethers living together and just enjoying life out of reach from the oppression of the one-world government. There is so much emotion and I fall in love with this girl...I fall in love with a girl that understands me and appreciates me and wants to embrace me and love me and fuck me. But I'm not the only one. There are others she loves and others who love her but noone is jealous.
Too much for words. Words are retarded compared to what I experienced. I still feel it, I know it's real. Just not here, in this fucked up world we are in currently. It's so fucking heart-braking. There is no way I could explain what I experienced. I would need to connect someones brain to mine for them to feel what I felt. The more you feel connected in those rare experiences that you get in certain dreams, the more you get disconnected and disappointed in this society...it's so fucked up on a completely fucked up level...It's making me a little bit sick. It makes me miss those people in that dream and I can't go back to them, they're gone. They're dead. That's how it feels.
It was this group of people that had famous people in it and they were hiding, because the rest of the world didn't understand them and thought they were freaks and basically hunted them. It was dangerous. I got in some trouble even, when I decided to go out for a while and had to run back and hide in the hidden community because the establishment labeled us as a cult...everyone who was involved were, to the rest of the world, part of the most dangerous terrorist cult group in the world. Kind of like a small utopia in a big dystopia, you know? Like that book "Stranger In a Strange Land". There was a famous guy there who was so chill and we knew eachother well. I don't remember who he was, I just remember that we were good friends. He broke his phone cause he got pissed off at something and wanted to brake it even more but I told him to give it to me because my phone was broken and I needed a new one.
This was another one of my vivid dreams I had years ago that I wrote down. No lucid dreaming occurred but very vivid dream and insanely powerful emotions - more powerful than anything I've felt in this reality. I remember when I woke up I wished I could go back into that dream and never wake up again.