Dream Log for Friday, June 1st, 2007

[bluebloodbeast]

About a week ago, I dreamt that I was a psychopath who could directly manipulate the minds of others. I was living in an apartment in some very tall building in the middle of a large city, and I had used my mental abilities to gain power over several young women. One of the girls' fathers - a balding man in his mid forties with a large, bushy brown moustache - had come to rescue her. I kept on trying to make him leap off the balcony on the side of the building and kill himself, so that he wouldn't interfere any longer, but his determination and strength of purpose prevented me from manipulating his mind. I vowed to myself that, in the future, I would avoid listening to the psychiatrist who had been assigned to me in the asylum, and who had recommended that I put my powers to the use of enslaving attractive women (he recommended this course of action because he was even creepier and wickeder than my dream-self was). Instead, I would become a lecturer at some capitalistic think-tank, or one of those creepy cult-like business camps, and control the minds of my students and colleagues, slowly leveraging their wealth into Global Domination! And then the dream ended.

--mark