March 23rd:

It feels like it's been a while again, been having that thing happen where I either don't have very long dreams to remember, or they're VERY unpleasant and simply don't wish to dedicate them to memory...

This dream from last night wasn't exactly pleasant but, it wasn't terrible either and it seemed kind of interesting?
I swear the whole thing felt very 40's detective, though later not so much, god I can't write this without sounding
like some old time private eye in my thoughts, think Nick Valentine from Fallout 4 for reference.

I was working as an assistant or otherwise working under another, directly under my boss who was an investigator.
Specifically we were investigators of the paranormal/supernatural variety, he reminded me of Eddy Valiant from Who Framed Roger Rabbit.
He'd taken a case from a woman claiming to have inherited a haunted house, she wanted us to see if it could be saved.
Right from the start I didn't get a good feeling about her, the way she ignored me altogether but was stuck to my bosses side.
Sure she might prefer older, bigger, gruffer men but it felt like something else, almost like she had plans and I didn't fit into them.
I protested going with an unknown he'd just met, let alone to a place he's never been, even if she did have legs for days.
Taking a client along to a clean and sweep type job wasn't very much like him either, could always end up dangerous.
In the end I put my foot down and got left on the curb as the two of them took off in her car instead of ours, another flag.
Way I figured it the old man knew how to handle himself, he'd been doing this since he was my age after all.
Thought visiting town for a short while before heading over to this "haunted" house of hers, didn't take long for things to go tits up.
Walking down the street when I see an old man carrying a dog, looked like it had a home but he was sure it'd prefer his place, either-way
it wasn't my business even if I did plan on letting the cops know about it, there I was when another old fellow asked me for the time.
I reached for my pocket watch but it was dead, unwound spring most likely, then I felt another ticking in my other pocket.
Reached in and pulled out an older looking watch (at the time I knew it had belonged to my grandfather) and just as I read the time
I remembered something, this watch never worked from the day I got, with exception that is to when something unnatural is going down.
(I assume it was somehow made or enchanted to detect magic or the like, at the time I knew it was because I'd taken the whole paranormal
investigator thing from him, continuing the family business it seemed like)
Just then I heard what sounded like a parade or festival going on down the main street, seemed odd since it wasn't holiday I knew about.
Made my over to the corner and I could see people elbow to elbow lining the street as more people just marched along dancing.
Didn't take long for me to get that feeling when the hair on the back of your neck stands up telling you to get the F out of Dodge.
I remember getting swept up in the crowd before I could run, there was music and dancing and singing, food, drink, everyone was
going about like they'd lost their minds and just started doing whatever felt good at the time, like they'd lost all sense of restraint.
I eventually broke free of the chaos and hid in an empty lot near some long abandoned shed you practically see though.
Something was way off and I was willing to bet that woman and her odd air had something to do with it, I remember seeing something
that sparked the thought aside from my own personal opinions, a crystal half buried in the dirt that when I pulled it out had
something embedded in it, not carved, but right inside of it, it was a crest that looked like the one on the paperwork for that "haunted" house.

Just as I began saying "oh shit" to myself I woke up, felt things were about to go down.
After laying there for a bit, I could totally see the whole thing as a comic book unfolding in my head.
Mid 20th century theme with paranormal investigation, unappreciated understudy who saves the day.
Way I figured it, the woman would turn out to be a succubus or something, charmed the boss.
The townspeople acting like they'd lost all control would be do to some ritual she performed.
Her plan would of been to take us, or least my boss out of the picture pretending to be a client.
In the end we'd just barely manage to stop what was going on, then a bunch of men in suits would show up
and I or we would get drafted into some government agency like a paranormal version of Men In Black...
Would of been nice if the dream had actually had an ending, but at least it as interesting instead of horrifying.

The funny thing is, I do have a pocket watch that recently stopped working, battery went dead, need to replace it.
I also have an older watch my Grandfather had, it never works right but sometimes, it just starts ticking again...

March 26th:

Had a short dream about a "what if" scenario where instead of Harrison Ford being cast for Han Solo, it was Burt Reynolds...
The funny thing is, I can kind of see it to be fair, both have played main characters that are the ladies man type, shoot first ask later as well.
And just think, if that had been the case, we might have had memes like "TFW, you're not sure who's harrier, Han or Chewy?".

March 27th:

Had another one, somewhere between short and medium in length/details, for my dreams anyway, it feels longer written then when it happened.

I was in high school (again, seriously brain, let it go) and in particular I was taking part in some shop class, there were memory elements but over all it was fictional, my brain must of taken bits and pieces from my real school and then filled in the rest.
Anyway, I remember something about a welt or otherwise mark made on my arms, it burned rather than stung.
I remember it staying for quite a while, and that there was something odd about it at one point, it looked almost like stone at one point briefly, like it had gotten hard, when I noticed and tried to show someone it had changed back to normal though?
Time passed and what was either after school or another day all together, I went to visit a friend.
For some reason he was living in a tent in winter, either a hardcore survivalist or "between homes"?
Anyway, we were hanging out when I felt my marks (both forearms) began burning again, but instead of simple pain it was like I was being told something important, as if I was being guided somewhere, I kept quite about it and went for a walk while my friend stayed in his tent.
I stumbled upon what looked like some kind of small cave, the kind you'd have to crawl into, and inside was something unexpected.
Inside, on the cold stone and dirt floor was a large pole-axe of some kind, almost like a halberd but not quite?
When I got up to it and touched it, the burning in my arms stopped suddenly, taking it as some kind of strange sign I took the axe.
I made my way back to my friends tent with axe in awkward hand since it was about 2 to 3 feet taller than I was (with me being 6'1).
When I got back he was inside so I said out loud "hey dude, I found something weird and cool, come check it out!" which got his attention.
When he came out his expression changed between "why do you have an axe?" "why is it so big?" "that's cool" "that's awesome!"
"man now I want one!". (he's always been silly, we both are to be fair)
The axe was heavy but seemed almost lighter somehow from when I first picked it up (I had to drag it out of the cave do to hunched posture)?
When I sat it in outstretched hands to see how heavy I was talking about, he went from "wow, that IS heavy" to "oh god, why is this so heavy?" to needing to let go of it before it brought him to the ground, as soon as it landed in my hands again it felt lighter, we were both dumbfounded obviously.
Just as I was starting to formulate possible ideas as to why this was, we heard something no camper wants to hear, multiple, nearby wolf howls...
In the distance I could see what looked like grey or white wolves running towards us through the snow, I told him to get in the tent.
I took some steps and then began swinging the axe around in an aggressive rather than graceful manner, trying to scare them off.
It didn't work, they kept coming until they were about to enter swinging range, not wanting to die as well wanting to protect my friend, I attacked.
The first swing missed so I went for a thrust (it was more of a pole-arm after all) which barely grazed one, when another leaped closer I swung
the off hand around for a pommel (butt?) strike and knocked the wolf aside into the snow, before it got back up I brought the axe down on it.
The whole time the burning in my arms had returned, intensifying as I fought on, it was such a strange sensation.
The fight continued like that until there were 2 (3?) dead wolves on the ground, blood soaking into the snow around them...
Before I could really catch my breath, something else showed up, this time it was a number of small humanoids.
They didn't stop to talk but instead attacked, the fight went on for a while, the burning sensation spread until it felt like my whole body was on fire.
Just when things were taking a turn for the worse (I was outnumbered after all, and with a weapon I had no training with) the axe like myself,
began burning as well, until it literally started burning like magic, as if in queue with the fire, the axe also became lighter, before then
it had remained somewhat unwieldy either do to my own inexperience or it's size.
After that I was able to make short work of the numbers that remained not chopped in half, up until then everything had been very
realistic and harsh, hitting the enemies felt heavy and visceral, but once the axe became magic for loss of a better word, the blows
became lighter since I was no longer relying on brute impact for my blows but rather, it cut almost effortlessly on these small soft targets.
When it was over there was a lot of blood on the snow, yet none seemed to have stained the axe, maybe the fire burned it off?
My friend finally came out of the tent after I gave the all clear and things got awkward real fast, such as "oh god, why is there so much blood?"
"why are there people bodies too!?" "wait those aren't people are they?" "is that racist?" "why is your axe on fire?" "now I REALLY want one!".
At the time, it felt like I had an idea of what the axe was, like it resembled something from myth or legend, can't remember now for the
like of me though, I could swear it was something to do with Nordic culture, though who knows what influenced that, Skyrim maybe.
While we stood there talking about what the absolute frack had just been happening, another group of short humanoids showed up, yet different.
They didn't look like odd inhuman things (the ones before were somewhere between Harry Potter house elf and albino goblins) but rather
like short humans, hairy short people with armour and weapons, I remember nudging my friend like "some Tolkien shit right here".
They didn't seem hostile like those that came before them, they almost seemed cautious if not respectful?
(might of had to do with how I'd already made a habit of standing the axe up handle on ground, showing it's height?)
They started with some light introductions, followed by heavy plot about the axe being special, and it choosing me made me special etc.
I recall something similar to the how Mjölnir is said to choose it's master being the reason that no one else could move it?
It was then things started falling into place in my head, I was certain about the weapons identity as some god weapon, again not sure which now.
These people introduced themselves as Dwarves (fantasy, not little people) and said they would take me to where I was needed, they held out
a ring or something of that nature you could hold in your palm and maybe wear, it began glowing and then beaming light.
Everything after that is blurry, hard to make out if it happened or I'm thinking it did after the fact like with some dreams.
I recall something about my friend stepping forward like "don't think you can ditch me THAT easily" or the like.
I fell like other people were there too though, even though that doesn't make sense (when do dreams make sense though eh?).
Something cheesy like "don't forget your wizard, or your rogue, or your healer!" as they stepped into the light or some such???

I decided to look it up, and there is one Norse god, Forseti, who is depicted with an axe in particular, he's seen as a god of
law and justice with the idea of fair judgement and swift sentences... (Almost like, cleaving someone in half?)
There is also some cases of Thor being depicted with an axe rather than a hammer, more that he ALSO uses such things really.
Nothing about a flaming axe though from what I could dig up, curious all the same from my perspective.

March 30th:

Had a dream I was drafted into some kind of criminal syndicate or otherwise group without concern for the law.
Reminded me heavily of the anime Sekai Seifuku: Bōryaku no Zuvizudā?, or "World Conquest: Stratagem Star" though nowhere
near as silly and comedic, though still slightly silly with some jokes here or there, not sure if we were as ambitious plot wise though.
I remember playing the part of a henchman or otherwise low level employee, I wore padding and a flack vest of some kind, all black.
My weapons were... To be announced, I was very new to the program and they didn't seem to have great funding, I remember using a crowbar?
There was one particularly silly moment where we were stealing something from a competitor who were basically pirates, I recall One Piece references?
I remember having to beat a small talking animal with the crowbar, thankfully the scene was more comedic than it was serious or gritty.