Had a lucid dream last night. You know, when you are aware that you are dreaming, and can alter the course of events in the dream.
Maybe I can go off and have some shared precognitive experiences. Crackpots, the internet, usual drill.
Anyway I don't recall anything weird happening to let me know it was a dream, it was fairly unusual as dreams go. Although I did start off being someone else, I was myself by the time I was self-aware. I managed some Superman-style flying, but I woke up before I got out of the giant glass dome I seemed to be in.
The only thing I can recall from my dreams last night is finding (after searching for) a short laser pointer (short in the distance from base to tip, not range). Somehow this was crucial, I can't fathom why.
Assuming it didn't let me save the world, it's less exciting, but possibly more restful.
Dreamed I had an unexpectedly hollow big toe. Ewwww.
Also an image; the sky clouded very suddenly, and there was a big dark green cloud starting at the square I was approaching. It was rumbling and starting to rain, and we ran as if our lives depended on it. Couldn't get caught in the rain. Couldn't get caught in the rain. Running faster, going to get caught in the rain.
Wow. I just had the epic dream to end all dreams. I lay down on top
of my bed for a moment, and suddenly this dream took over my day. But
I'm not too annoyed.
It had it all. A detailed introduction which portrayed current life
with a childhood setting, a twist which turned into a completely
different dream and yet made complete sense at the time, action,
adventure, intrigue, and a period of self-awareness when thoughts
about the dream became the dream itself.
Well actually, there seem to have been many dreams, most of which I
can't put my finger on.
Intro
This was particularly silly. You know when you dream of things
which you've been thinking about and mulling over? This was very much
that, with the standard twist of being set in some very weird boarding
school. The weirdness was that it was very much like a house, with
normal bedrooms which we shared, and a completely incongruous
classroom.
I shouldn't really have been there, and I was doing things that
were just not allowed. I think I may have escaped, which leads into
the next section.
The Jail
There had been some kind of scene where I was caught, and ended up
in a rather harsh jail. Now suddenly we've moved to a post apocalyptal
landscape, and I'm more of an onlooker than anything else. I recall a
vision of a large circle of inmates (several hundred round, and deep)
watching some kind of arranged fight (probably to the death, given the
surroundings).
Now there is a problem. One fighter is new, or different, and
doesn't want to fight. He's running away, breaking through the crowds,
and suddenly there's a bit of a riot breaking out. Camera zooms out,
to reveal a large wall around the arena, with machine gun stations
manned by prison guards, who suddenly open fire on the riot.
A small group of inmates I identify with, which presumably contains
my character although I am still an onlooker, reveal previously
concealed weaponry. One is a huge guy, muscles left right and centre,
and he opens his jacket to reveal automatic weapons concealed under
his armpits. The rest have managed to obtain small semi-automatic
weaponry of various sorts, and take the opportunity to go up against
the guards.
Outside
Somehow they managed to break through, and we break out of jail.
Now I am no longer an onlooker, and I am catching my breath with
another inmate. She is the person I was arrested with, and now we are
on the run.
Quite some period of fighting is elided, and we are at a resting
place. At this point the dream goes up a level. Three is a period of
realisation that I am dreaming, and that it was a very cool dream. At
this point I can remember the precise plot, and I decide that it would
make a good novel. Perhaps I should become a writer, and write this
dream as my first book.
The period of realisation ends. Sitting with the girl (I don't even
know my name, never mind hers). We decide our action-packed life is
over, and we will write about it. Not memoirs, but a novel based on
the best bits. She illustrates, and I write. Being the dream that this
is, all this is happening outside, in the shelter of a rocky out-crop.
But then realism is over-rated.
Loose threads
There were many small dreams. Some feel like they were parts of the
epic tale, connected by that dream-logic that makes perfect sense at
the time, and yet is not even memorable after awakening. Some feel
disconnected, but in my wakefulness I cannot distinguish the two.
Three I recall in particular. In the first, I am trapped in a series
of corridors under construction. Think of the wooden board walls of a
construction site, with lots of locked doors. I have been thrown out
of a restaurant at on end of these, and cannot go back. At the other
end some exhibition has an exit into these corridors, but no
entrance, and after quite some time trying to find another way, I end
up sneaking out through this entrance. I am caught when an alarm is
set of. Perhaps this is related to the Jail.
There was some intrigue in a remote house, but I cannot recall more
than the outline. The house was familiar yet not, the inhabitants I
know yet were different. I may have ended up here with the outsider
girl at some point, or this may have been unrelated.
There is also a connecting scene which may come before the
corridors; it was around the same time. Drawing into some dubious new
outpost-town, we leave two children (an older red-haired girl and a
younger boy) covered up in a trailer. As we find somewhere to eat, I
see the fiery girl sneaking out of the trailer. Worried that she is in
danger (this is not a town for children) I decide to go after her, but
she is out of sight. I possibly end up in the maze of corridors while
looking for her, or it may be that it is her who is there.
Unification
It may be that these loose threads were woven neatly into the whole
epic, or perhaps they were just unrelated episodes I am trying to
mould together. Perhaps, with dream-logic, they were both.
