The Terror of the Dream Realm

I dreamed of a television series. This show started myself and a high school buddy Anson Onderdonk. He played an ex-Green Beret single dad. I was an ex-Army Ranger who had married the woman we had both fought over. We were backed up by Robert Carlyle playing an erratic doctor of internal medicine with an inordinate love of protein bars.

In the first episode, Anson just got out of prison and took charge of his five year old son, whose mother had died while he was in prison. He took his son to a new town, only to be confronted by gang members at a high rise project building. I had to arrive and help him fend them off. Afterwards he agreed to take my offer and join the elite think tank/crime fighting force that I worked for.

So I’ve been thinking about a lot of the reoccurring elements that frequently appear my dreams.

1. My teeth tend to shatter in my mouth. They break apart into tiny pieces that form into a giant ball of teeth pieces in the center of my mouth. I can spit out a few of the bit, but there are always more bit and the teeth ball just keeps getting bigger and bigger. This will frequently invade what ever dream I am having and become the dominant dream.

2. I can’t run in my dreams.  Sometimes I can run, but its is more an implication that I ran rather than actual running. I will head off towards something  and the dream will jump cut to me being there with the appearance that I ran. Or the running will  not really be seen or experienced. If I experience myself trying to run it never works. My arms and legs flail wildly and I creep along in slow motion.

3. I have the power to hover and float forward. Often I can simply jog forward a few paces, jump, throw my legs out in front of me as if I were sitting, and float forward via my own momentum for thirty or forty feet. It always seems like the most natural thing in the world, as if upon waking I could run outside and do it just like that. No one is ever surprised that I can do this, and I rarely have a reason for specifically doing it. I just jump and go for it. And the sensation is always very vivid. I can feel the repulsive force of some kind of energy keeping me off the ground and guiding me forward. I always sure that when I wake up I’ll still be able to glide like this.

4. I am in school and realize I signed up for a class at the start of the semester and then forgot that I had. It is always the most terrifying dream I can have, maybe even worse than the teeth breaking. I am always at the end of the semester, or nearly so, and I realized I have another class. And at this point there is no way I could catch up and I will have this big failing grade for a class I didn’t do. I haven’t really had this dream since finishing my graduate degree, but it is always a fear that I will because even in the dream I generally realize that I am not in school anymore and that there is no way this could have happened. But it seems so real, even though there is next to no detail. I never know what class it was that I forgot and frequently I don’t even remember what level of school I am it. But it still freaks me the hell out.

Well, there they are, the four most common reoccurring themes and events from my dream. Except for the floating they are all pretty terrible.l

So, I realize I haven’t updated in awhile but I had such a weird dream last night that I have to put it down. Already parts are fading away, but the insanity is out there.

The first thing I remember is people coming to visit me from all over the place. We met in a large parking lot that had previously been used for cult activities. Cyrus and Nick were there. Nick’s dad was there until he blew up. There was also a large trailer that was being hauled behind a truck. We got in gear and drove until we decided that we didn’t want to go any farther and Cyrus and I decided to go to Japan on the same study abroad trip I had taken many years before.

We flew to an airport in Japan and realized that we had no Japanese money so we went to exchange some money. For some reason the line was moving very slowly and when I sat down I found I had exactly two twenty dollar bills and  two one dollar bills in my wallet. I had trouble deciding whether or not to exchange it all and people behind me were getting very annoyed. So I started pulling stuff out of my pockets that might have monetary value and giving them to the banker lady. At first it was just random change but then I started finding odd shaped old and foreign coins, chopsticks, blocks of wax and other random objects that were apparently valuable. I was just decided not to exchange some painted chopsticks that my mother had given me when an alarm went off.

We stopped what we were doing and followed security to an isolation zone. It was down a giant escalator a hundred yards long and 50 feet wide with dozens of other people. The escalator was surrounded by black metal walls. We went down at least two of these before arriving at the isolation zone which was filled with people and probably 100 yards by 100 yards and 20 yards tall. After waiting for a bit one of the sides of the room opened up to reveal an even taller escalator back to daylight.

The dream shifted so a new dream and this time President Obama and Arnold Schwarzenegger were hiking together in the Himalayas. It was really just some barren desert cliffs and hills, but I knew in the dream that it was the Himalayas. There were three distinct layers or regions that they climbed through before reaching the top region. Once there they encountered a trio of evil harpy sisters. The sisters cast spells at the President and Governor, chasing them back down the cliffs. Obama shot fireballs back at the harpies and Arnold shot lightning.

I dreamed about the Titanic, the great ocean liner. It was the maiden voyage and the ship was towing a smaller vessel among a great number of icebergs. The waves produced by the ship were echoing off the icebergs and creating a kind of resonance with a giant alien artifact in the water. And that resonance built up between ship and icebergs and devices to weaken the walls between universes and opened a door into another world.

Once in this world three girls departed from the Titanic in a small row boat. One girl paddled the boat, one worked the tiller, and the third girl manned a .40 cal machine gun mounted in the center of the boat. They traveled across a beautiful seascape of coastline. There were shallows and depths, great rocks and small islands rising out of the water. On some of the tiny island people cast fishing nets out into the water and waved at the passerbys.

While the three sailed along  the coast they came under attack by flying boats. These were like small single person sail boats, with short masts and small sails. Each boat floated in the air and traveled forward with amazing speed. On each boat was a single woman. It was the same woman in all the boats. She was tall and beautiful with long hair and flowing dresses and she projected fire from her hands at the unfortunate girls while the girl with the machine gun desperately shot at them. Every shot from her gun would destroy a boat, but with each one down another took its place.

I dreamed that Sherlock Holmes came to my house. He entered the house through a trap door in the floor in the full Holmes regalia. The coat, the hat, the pipe, the whole nine yards. He then proceeded to eat all my cookies and insult all the art hanging on the walls and then left without a word.

So, long story short, apparently the real mastermind of the 9/11 attacks is in fact long time Days of our Lives character Jennifer Horton.

So last night I dreamed that Brittany and I went to dinner at the home of a distant relative. Except that when we got there it turned out my relative was instead the Borg Queen. And the Borg Queen was in fact Elizabeth Taylor.

I remember living in a giant fortress on the edge of the L5R Shadowlands. I lived there with four others including Cyrus, Alex, Nick, and a nameless girl who was really quiet and shy. At one time Jackson and Albie once lived there too, but the had long since died of loneliness and the corruption of the Taint. We five alone had resisted it for many years.

This fortress was a massive, ugly stone behemoth. On one side there was a wharf and a series of docks on a wide river. The river was at least a mile wide and the water was brown and muddy with corruption. On the other side of the river was modern civilization. The other sides of  the castle were surrounded by dying, Tainted pine forests. The trees were mostly dead and brown with a few sickly green ones in the mix. On the opposite side of the castle from the docks was a huge series of cliffs and mountains that rose up and cut the main part of the Shadowlands off from the world. There was also a tall watch tower just outside the castle, the top of which just reached over the cliffs.

One day I was walking along the docks and became alarmed because the tuning fork I carried with me would not make any sound when I struck it on things. This was a sign that the Taint was becoming worse because if I could get the tuning fork to work I could use it to temporarily reverse the corruption in this area. Distraught I went looking for something to make the turning fork work and found Cyrus.

He was angry and drunk and going to jump into the river. I got him to not jump because he would have become Tainted by swimming in the filthy waters. I managed to calm him down and convinced him to come with me to the watch tower so we could look and examine the state of the Shadowlands. The nameless girl followed us shyly to see what has happening.

In the tower we found a copy of a comic book that we had all written many years ago to give us something to do. It was about seven young magician girls who went into the mountains and forests to learn how to fly. We also found two Tainted sheep that we had left here some time ago. They had lost all their wool and gained pointy fangs and an angry disposition. The sheep ran around biting at us before I took Cyrus’s whiskey bottle and clubbed the sheep to death with it.

We then climbed onto the top of the watch tower’s roof to get a better view. This was accomplished easily because we were all talented warriors and much more fit than we are in real life. It was for this reason that we had been chosen to man the fortress. From the top of the watch tower the three of us discovered that someone had build a pagoda and a gravel road in the forest on top of the cliff so we called everyone to investigate.

Inside there were numerous manuals, illustrations and books on the nature of Taint corruption. We also found a massive collection of comics and a published version of our comic which we had never gotten too. We concluded that Jackson and Albie had built this place while falling to the Taint. While the others investigated the pagoda, I explored the area outside. I quickly found a large white house with several large white SUVs parked outside. I noticed that there was a woman in one, so I ran to get the others. The woman in the mean time tried to drive  away and made her escape. I chased after her using acrobatics and my powers of teleportation to get onto the roof of her SUV and get inside while the police came from across the river to arrest her.

She had a small Tainted baby with her that soon died. We then lead the police and some journalists on a tour of the pagoda and the house to show them the evil cult that had taken residence. It seemed that the outside world had forgotten the dangers posed by the Shadowlands and did not believe in the mission we had been set. We had to usher the police and journalists out after awhile because their inferior willpower would allow them to contract the Taint that we were virtually immune to because our our dedication and  iron will.

I found several more Tainted babies, at least one of which had the mind of an adult and the powers of speech. He warned me of the rising power of the Shadowlands and I went to a waterfall on the opposite edge of the cliff to stare out at the dark corrupted land beyond with all its strange flora and fauna. The last thing I remember was being rescued by my comrades before I could be washed from the top of the cliff by the waterfall.

I had an idea for a superhero TV show while asleep last night. It featured Robert Carlyle as an overbearing super scientist who wants to lead the group. Jewel Staite had the power to phase through matter, in the same manner as Ms. Deep from Read or Die. Michael K. Williams played a Punisher type shooter  hero. I think Idris Elba was somehow involved with this project, but I don’t remember how.

Last night I dreamed that Brittany and I had to take care of some small and baby crocodiles. Needless to say they are troublesome. The are constantly nipping at us as we try to sleep. They seem to have an uncanny ability to get out of their cages and climbing into my bed so that they can try to take tiny bites out of me and my wife. I have a very strong memory of having to pick them up from behind and lifting them with a finger and thumb under each front limb. I have to do this because they want to eat my fingers.