Any time I get to fly in my dreams, I love it. It's the best. So when I do fly in my dreams, I get overly excited about it.
The other night in my dream, a siege was ending or beginning for a city (I don't really remember and definitely don't care), and "they" (good guys this time) were looking for a group of criminals posing as guards or something. Well, from my bird's-eye view (though not flying yet) I spotted them, and was assigned to check out "the green house." It was glowing in a way that would have seemed odd, ordinarily. But this was a dream.
Anyway, I approached the house and walked in (as I was told) to find a man pointing a shotgun at me. After a brief and mild altercation, I submitted and backed out the door. However, he was still bent on increasing the amount of lead in my body, so I took off... literally. I flew away (though this didn't seem to surprise the armed man), but he took a shot at me. Deciding to play dead, I flopped to the ground. When he radioed that he had hit me, I took off again, dodging his BB's of protest. From then on I simply flew, wary that he might follow.
At some point during my flight over wonderful landscapes, I realized that I was dreaming. There's something spectacularly freeing about being aware of your unconscious state and having not a care in the world.
That's it. I just really like flying is all.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Superman and Stuff...
Dream Chain #1
I forgot most of this one, but what I remember goes like this. I was with some people in an art gallery (or a dream's version of an art gallery, which is basically a bunch of marker doodles on the wall), and for some reason they got pissed off and started drawing faces on the "art" in red marker. This didn't sit well with me, but that didn't matter, because Mike Davis said that "they" (it's always "they," isn't it?) had said that his parents--as well as the rest of the missing--weren't in the building, which meant they were actually dead.
I knew on a hunch that that was total crap, so I told Mike to follow me to a room that I hadn't seen before, yet had definitely seen before (in a dream logic paradox) and knew contained the secret to the missing people. I also knew (somehow) that there wouldn't be any security in the room at that time of day. So we rushed into the room, which had three dog cage-like cells and walls painted in vibrant lime green and purple. I entered a cage--and so did Mike--and closed the caged door, turning the lock in various ways. Then, I turned around and flushed the toilet (which was there, all of a sudden). This opened a trap door under me.
I fell through the trap door and into a room that had a bunch of strange metal tower things standing in three feet of an oozy, green liquid. Everyone knows oozy, green liquids are bad, so I climbed on top of one of the towers, looking to find "them." Meanwhile, one of the leaders of "them" (I think there were three of them) had his/her/its henchmen shoot at me with bows and arrows. I jumped from tower to tower, narrowly avoiding the arrows. Eventually, they ran out. It gets fuzzy here, but I remember that I somehow took out the leader.
The next thing remember is being in something like a Chuck E. Cheese play structure looking for the third leader (I had taken out the second, apparently). I was near the bottom when I was attacked by something, but I couldn't see much. I think he was hiding behind one of the structure's fabric walls. At that point I starting punching aimlessly with my boxing glove (that hitched a ride on my fist without my knowledge). Though my punches were aimless, I made plenty of connections. So many, in fact, that when I finally saw him I saw that I had cut him. That's when an announcer relayed that I had "won." I was not confused, oddly enough.
Also, at one point I was assigned to drive a VW Beetle/Dune Buggy hybrid.
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Take a coffee break or something. I'm long-winded and not finished. You may as well watch this video during your break. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9Zls2AReVI
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Dream Chain #2
This flows quite a bit less than the last one. I was in a firefight (both in a video game and real life), and we were fighting this gremlin thing. I had a shotgun and was firing away as I watched it kill my teammate. Unfortunately, my aim was about as good as my German, so I missed it. Just before it reached me, I got a solid shot into it. That's when I remembered that the gremlin thing gets stronger with each person it kills. So it killed me. But it was only a game, so no big deal.
Rough transition, and now I'm watching an epic battle take place between two warriors, two wizards, and two other characters that we all knew didn't really matter. (Who's we? No idea. Dreams are like that.) They were fighting on this odd rock formation. I didn't see where the two warriors were fighting, but the two Nobodies were fighting at the bottom in a cave. The two wizards, however, were duking it out party game style. It was a contest to see who could get the most charge into the Jack-O-Lantern shaped rock formation in one shot in a certain amount of time. The other would die. Resume the game, and I'm the good wizard, viciously rubbing a rock to get more charge into my attack. It's messed up, I know. But I finally managed to get a "score" he would never beat.
Another rough transition, and I suddenly realized I was Superman. Except, I was dressed in a pumpkin jack-o-lantern costume. Rather than to stop and question why in the name of all that is good I was wearing such an outfit, I decided to go for a flight. I took off and gained a little altitude, when either a voice or text informed me "I am not amused." All of a sudden, I was no longer wearing my pumpkin suit. But I wasn't naked, at least. With not a care in the world, I resumed my flight.
This is where it gets cool. Once I realized I was Superman, I took the only logical course of action: fly into space. I rocketed upward until I broke through the atmosphere, stratosphere, whateversphere, and left the pull of Earth's gravity. While my weightless drifting was exhilarating, it also freaked me out slightly. So I launched myself back into Earth's atmosphere, plummeting downward at an adrenaline-stimulating pace. I saw the ground rush up to meet me and stopped when I was about twenty feet off the ground.
Something in my head told me I was in Japan. That makes sense, right? Well, I know now that Japan LOVES Superman. There was memorabilia everywhere, if you could call it that. I flew over a number of structures and murals dedicated to him/me.
I vaguely remember chasing some villain through some trees, as well as losing my ability to fly, but that's a little fuzzy. I'm just psyched I could fly for a change.
I forgot most of this one, but what I remember goes like this. I was with some people in an art gallery (or a dream's version of an art gallery, which is basically a bunch of marker doodles on the wall), and for some reason they got pissed off and started drawing faces on the "art" in red marker. This didn't sit well with me, but that didn't matter, because Mike Davis said that "they" (it's always "they," isn't it?) had said that his parents--as well as the rest of the missing--weren't in the building, which meant they were actually dead.
I knew on a hunch that that was total crap, so I told Mike to follow me to a room that I hadn't seen before, yet had definitely seen before (in a dream logic paradox) and knew contained the secret to the missing people. I also knew (somehow) that there wouldn't be any security in the room at that time of day. So we rushed into the room, which had three dog cage-like cells and walls painted in vibrant lime green and purple. I entered a cage--and so did Mike--and closed the caged door, turning the lock in various ways. Then, I turned around and flushed the toilet (which was there, all of a sudden). This opened a trap door under me.
I fell through the trap door and into a room that had a bunch of strange metal tower things standing in three feet of an oozy, green liquid. Everyone knows oozy, green liquids are bad, so I climbed on top of one of the towers, looking to find "them." Meanwhile, one of the leaders of "them" (I think there were three of them) had his/her/its henchmen shoot at me with bows and arrows. I jumped from tower to tower, narrowly avoiding the arrows. Eventually, they ran out. It gets fuzzy here, but I remember that I somehow took out the leader.
The next thing remember is being in something like a Chuck E. Cheese play structure looking for the third leader (I had taken out the second, apparently). I was near the bottom when I was attacked by something, but I couldn't see much. I think he was hiding behind one of the structure's fabric walls. At that point I starting punching aimlessly with my boxing glove (that hitched a ride on my fist without my knowledge). Though my punches were aimless, I made plenty of connections. So many, in fact, that when I finally saw him I saw that I had cut him. That's when an announcer relayed that I had "won." I was not confused, oddly enough.
Also, at one point I was assigned to drive a VW Beetle/Dune Buggy hybrid.
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Take a coffee break or something. I'm long-winded and not finished. You may as well watch this video during your break. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b9Zls2AReVI
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Dream Chain #2
This flows quite a bit less than the last one. I was in a firefight (both in a video game and real life), and we were fighting this gremlin thing. I had a shotgun and was firing away as I watched it kill my teammate. Unfortunately, my aim was about as good as my German, so I missed it. Just before it reached me, I got a solid shot into it. That's when I remembered that the gremlin thing gets stronger with each person it kills. So it killed me. But it was only a game, so no big deal.
Rough transition, and now I'm watching an epic battle take place between two warriors, two wizards, and two other characters that we all knew didn't really matter. (Who's we? No idea. Dreams are like that.) They were fighting on this odd rock formation. I didn't see where the two warriors were fighting, but the two Nobodies were fighting at the bottom in a cave. The two wizards, however, were duking it out party game style. It was a contest to see who could get the most charge into the Jack-O-Lantern shaped rock formation in one shot in a certain amount of time. The other would die. Resume the game, and I'm the good wizard, viciously rubbing a rock to get more charge into my attack. It's messed up, I know. But I finally managed to get a "score" he would never beat.
Another rough transition, and I suddenly realized I was Superman. Except, I was dressed in a pumpkin jack-o-lantern costume. Rather than to stop and question why in the name of all that is good I was wearing such an outfit, I decided to go for a flight. I took off and gained a little altitude, when either a voice or text informed me "I am not amused." All of a sudden, I was no longer wearing my pumpkin suit. But I wasn't naked, at least. With not a care in the world, I resumed my flight.
This is where it gets cool. Once I realized I was Superman, I took the only logical course of action: fly into space. I rocketed upward until I broke through the atmosphere, stratosphere, whateversphere, and left the pull of Earth's gravity. While my weightless drifting was exhilarating, it also freaked me out slightly. So I launched myself back into Earth's atmosphere, plummeting downward at an adrenaline-stimulating pace. I saw the ground rush up to meet me and stopped when I was about twenty feet off the ground.
Something in my head told me I was in Japan. That makes sense, right? Well, I know now that Japan LOVES Superman. There was memorabilia everywhere, if you could call it that. I flew over a number of structures and murals dedicated to him/me.
I vaguely remember chasing some villain through some trees, as well as losing my ability to fly, but that's a little fuzzy. I'm just psyched I could fly for a change.
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