Loose Ends

I had what I thought was a sequel dream to the last dream I posted about, but I woke up with too many fragments that I am unable to chain together.

Apparently, I was at that same pyramid still, but our group was there to buy something; we had brought $40,000 in cash with us. The pyramid was owned by a group call the Human Research group, or something like that... the logo is too fuzzy. At the pyramid, we were promptly relieved of our money by a massing horde of small mushrooms wearing large oranges to cover their caps.

But then, suddenly I found myself with my aunt and uncle, driving around in an Audi A8.

I can't recall a link between the two happenstances... no segue whatsoever.

Unhealthy sauces

I'm at a Lincoln car dealership, having brought my car to get something fixed. What's broken? I have no idea.


A room in the car dealership opens up to an enormous pit, within which is nestled a massive Mayan pyramid.


Among the group of people I am with, we travel down into the pit and go up the steps of the pyramid. When we reach the top, we turn around to discover that the people we left behind at the base of the pyramid steps are under attack by persons unknown wearing powered armor.

In my hand is a light gun apparently meant for use with the Nintendo Wii. I raise the gun and shoot at the the armored attackers. Nothing visible exits the barrel of the light gun, but they flee in abject terror regardless. Among the dead below are Chewbacca and Han Solo. I voice some concern, but the others were unfazed.


Look, I broke down from my healthy eating and binged on two McDonald's Filet-O-Fish sandwiches last night. I blame this trip into the surreal on the tartar sauce.

This lady prefers her Filet-O-Fish with two patties. Photos in this post shamelessly stolen from around the net, though I did modify one beyond a simple resize. Can you guess which?

Animal Rights

I am a wildlife officer. I'm not seeing through my own eyes, but rather, through a chase camera, like in a video game. The time period does not seem to be modern as I'm running around on foot on roughly-hewn roads. I'm investigating illegal poaching of sea life. My current case involves illegal hunting of sharks.

I discover that the sharks being poached are of the megalodon variety. Somehow my investigation for evidence takes me to a walled village that I instantly identify as Grom'Gol.

Suspension of disbelief starts to falter (if such a thing can happen in a dream) because I recognize the place as a fictitious location from an online video game, but at the time I didn't care. I was focused on protecting animals, an overriding mindset. Walking through the center of the camp, I am ambushed.

My assailant runs up by surprise and kicks me square in the chest. The impact is such that I'm thrown up and back... impossibly so, nearly over the walls of the camp. I start fighting back, conjuring up energy from my hands, hurling engorged bolts at my attacker as quickly as I can muster, the air crackling around me from the intensity. We meet in the air and trade blows like a Crouching Tiger rip-off, then I'm down on the ground in agony. My attacker holds back a killing blow, and tells me to walk away, to ignore the poaching, to forget the fate the of the massive sharks.

I wake up.

The Oulands can wait. I'm taking a break from Warcraft. =)

Corporate Hostage to an Insatiable Hunger

I'm working in a office building. My fellow employees and I are from the same village. The village is solely comprised of the this multi-story commercial building. I have no idea how we get electricity.

Everyone is scared to go outside. Through the floor to ceiling windows of the building, in the flourescent light streaming out through the glass, I can see why everyone is scared to ever leave the building... a ravenous bipedal alligator gar fish, running around snapping his jaws in a homicidal frenzy. And he is very very ugly.

I have no idea why he can't open the door to get inside the building, because he has hands!

Dreams

So here it is, a purge valve that I've left closed for a very long time.

Right now, I'm thinking dreams, since my memory of them leaves so rapidly.

Yes, I've tried the mantras before going to sleep, up-to-now futile efforts to dream lucidly.


I feel like that weird point where you know your iPod isn't quite holding the charge that it could, but the play time available isn't so short that you're motivated to spend the time (and especially the effort) to replace the battery yet.