Dream time!
WOOP WOOP Dream journal alert!
I came home sick from work today and slept for about forever. And had this dream!
A friend and I were tourists in the land of the dead. It was pretty much just like the regular world except that people were spirits instead of mortal, and it seemed to always be that time of the day just before sunset. There was apparently some political unrest or something going on there that we were unaware of before going, but we had to be on the run a lot. Some of the dead were trying to either kidnap/kill the living tourists (over the course of the dream I escaped being tied to my friend under a bar, ran away from authorities on a horse, skiied away from yet more authorities, and escaped through the woods. It was pretty action packed.) Pretty early on we decided that we just needed to get home, but it was difficult because the only way to leave was to tell a dead person your name, and then the dead person had to use it in a certain way. This was dangerous because giving them your name gave them power over you, so you had to be very careful. Most of the tourists (we ran into many other tourists there) carried a piece of mail with them, so they could show their name very discreetly.
Somewhere along the line I realized that I wasn't ACTUALLY in the world of the dead, I was just in a movie about it, that I was also watching. It was directed by Terry Gilliam. There might have also been some weird Don Quixote stuff at the end but that was kind of vague.
It was a pretty long dream, but at the end we ended up stumbling into a more stable area where a bunch of dead relatives (completely made up, not my actual dead relatives) were having a beach barbeque. The end!
I came home sick from work today and slept for about forever. And had this dream!
A friend and I were tourists in the land of the dead. It was pretty much just like the regular world except that people were spirits instead of mortal, and it seemed to always be that time of the day just before sunset. There was apparently some political unrest or something going on there that we were unaware of before going, but we had to be on the run a lot. Some of the dead were trying to either kidnap/kill the living tourists (over the course of the dream I escaped being tied to my friend under a bar, ran away from authorities on a horse, skiied away from yet more authorities, and escaped through the woods. It was pretty action packed.) Pretty early on we decided that we just needed to get home, but it was difficult because the only way to leave was to tell a dead person your name, and then the dead person had to use it in a certain way. This was dangerous because giving them your name gave them power over you, so you had to be very careful. Most of the tourists (we ran into many other tourists there) carried a piece of mail with them, so they could show their name very discreetly.
Somewhere along the line I realized that I wasn't ACTUALLY in the world of the dead, I was just in a movie about it, that I was also watching. It was directed by Terry Gilliam. There might have also been some weird Don Quixote stuff at the end but that was kind of vague.
It was a pretty long dream, but at the end we ended up stumbling into a more stable area where a bunch of dead relatives (completely made up, not my actual dead relatives) were having a beach barbeque. The end!