more dreams
I am starting to think there's definitely something to this theory that dehydration is linked to bad dreams. Not that I have very many data points yet. But still, I think I'm going to try even harder to do a better job staying hydrated. This one at least has funny coda.
In real life, I spent the night at UT's after he had been telling me about a game called Betrayal at House on the Hill, and that game description clearly played into the dream I had. In it, I and a group of people were trying to escape from a house where very bad things were happening. The team of people I was with included someone who was sometimes UT, and also a bunch of other people who were sometimes my dad's sisters, all age 6-10 or so (an age at which I never knew them). I was sometimes in charge of getting us all out of the house, and we had to keep rolling a bunch of dice to see what would happen at various points. Also, we kept trying different routes and finding that they failed, and then having to replay the whole scenario while trying other things. I think when we failed, we actually died, but I never remember that happening. However, there was this deep fear the whole time about what was about to happen as we would turn a corner, or descend to the basement, or try taking the second set of stairs into the attic.
Most of the threats were vague and unspecified. However, at one point I was down in the basement with UT, and two men came in behind us with a gun and a small male infant. We were crouched on the floor and they didn't see us, but we were very afraid they would (we knew they would shoot us if they did). The men kept talking about how the infant was the Antichrist, and suddenly I remembered a previous scenario in which we had come down to the basement at a later time in the overall storyline and found blood all over the floor, and I knew they were going to shoot the baby. I wanted to stop them, but I knew there was nothing I could do that wouldn't just get me killed, too. UT and I hugged each other unhappily while it happened, and then neither of us looked at the resulting gruesomeness afterward when the men left and we were able to creep out.
I woke up not long after that. The real UT was asleep beside me and I didn't want to wake him. But I shortly fell asleep again and dreamed that I was describing it to him. As I did so, I realized that the men had actually been calling the child the "panty-Christ", not the Antichrist. Instead of just finding this absurd, UT pointed out this really fascinating layer of symbolism that added that made the entire dream work on several different levels all at once. I was really delighted with this. UT is, in reality, knowledgeable about some kinds of symbolism and also skilled at having conversations about potentially wifty topics with me and leaving me thinking, "Oh, cool! That's really interesting," instead of feeling annoyed, so I could totally imagine him doing that. But, of course, in the way of dreams, I have no idea what his really interesting observation was.
In real life, I spent the night at UT's after he had been telling me about a game called Betrayal at House on the Hill, and that game description clearly played into the dream I had. In it, I and a group of people were trying to escape from a house where very bad things were happening. The team of people I was with included someone who was sometimes UT, and also a bunch of other people who were sometimes my dad's sisters, all age 6-10 or so (an age at which I never knew them). I was sometimes in charge of getting us all out of the house, and we had to keep rolling a bunch of dice to see what would happen at various points. Also, we kept trying different routes and finding that they failed, and then having to replay the whole scenario while trying other things. I think when we failed, we actually died, but I never remember that happening. However, there was this deep fear the whole time about what was about to happen as we would turn a corner, or descend to the basement, or try taking the second set of stairs into the attic.
Most of the threats were vague and unspecified. However, at one point I was down in the basement with UT, and two men came in behind us with a gun and a small male infant. We were crouched on the floor and they didn't see us, but we were very afraid they would (we knew they would shoot us if they did). The men kept talking about how the infant was the Antichrist, and suddenly I remembered a previous scenario in which we had come down to the basement at a later time in the overall storyline and found blood all over the floor, and I knew they were going to shoot the baby. I wanted to stop them, but I knew there was nothing I could do that wouldn't just get me killed, too. UT and I hugged each other unhappily while it happened, and then neither of us looked at the resulting gruesomeness afterward when the men left and we were able to creep out.
I woke up not long after that. The real UT was asleep beside me and I didn't want to wake him. But I shortly fell asleep again and dreamed that I was describing it to him. As I did so, I realized that the men had actually been calling the child the "panty-Christ", not the Antichrist. Instead of just finding this absurd, UT pointed out this really fascinating layer of symbolism that added that made the entire dream work on several different levels all at once. I was really delighted with this. UT is, in reality, knowledgeable about some kinds of symbolism and also skilled at having conversations about potentially wifty topics with me and leaving me thinking, "Oh, cool! That's really interesting," instead of feeling annoyed, so I could totally imagine him doing that. But, of course, in the way of dreams, I have no idea what his really interesting observation was.