Probably the weirdest dream I've ever had
This is probably the single weirdest dream I've had that I can remember. Any possible suggestions on analysis are welcome.
It started with Becky and I boating around on some sort of swamp boat propelled by a large rotor in the rear, and yet for some reason it was also being pulled through the water by a large bull or ox of some sort. We were on a massive open lake surrounded by snow-capped mountains in the sort of gorgeous scene you'd expect to see in a travel brochure. The water was very clean, mirror-like, and blue, but we were apparently there with massive amounts of green food coloring. Our goal was to dump enough food coloring into the lake to make it turn a nice, deep emerald green. Our motive, I'm unsure of.
However, we were unaware that this lake was being guarded by a speedboat-using, gun-toting, Amish family, and they began shooting at us with hunting rifles and muskets. When a few of the rounds hit the bull or ox, we decided we should make a run for the shore. The Amish family followed us and we prepared to engage them in ground combat once ashore.
The first thing I did was grab a fire extinguisher (that was mysteriously attached to a cliff side) and douse the Amish family with the blast until they were covered with white powder. The entire time, I was shouting obscenities and the like at them, including likening the father's beard to a tuft of pubes concealing a scrotum and other such graphic analogies. When spraying them with the fire extinguisher failed to stop them, the only course of action appeared to be a duel of honor between me and the father of the family.
We each took a black rubber hose with a metal nozzle on the end, and began swinging them menacingly at each other. Eventually, we deemed that the metal ends of the hoses were too dangerous for honorable combat, and so we resorted to just slapping each other with the rubber parts of the hoses until we found we were at a standstill. Though the battle was long, and especially silly, I earned the respect of the eldest of the family and we were let go.
So, what the heck do I make of this crazy dream?
It started with Becky and I boating around on some sort of swamp boat propelled by a large rotor in the rear, and yet for some reason it was also being pulled through the water by a large bull or ox of some sort. We were on a massive open lake surrounded by snow-capped mountains in the sort of gorgeous scene you'd expect to see in a travel brochure. The water was very clean, mirror-like, and blue, but we were apparently there with massive amounts of green food coloring. Our goal was to dump enough food coloring into the lake to make it turn a nice, deep emerald green. Our motive, I'm unsure of.
However, we were unaware that this lake was being guarded by a speedboat-using, gun-toting, Amish family, and they began shooting at us with hunting rifles and muskets. When a few of the rounds hit the bull or ox, we decided we should make a run for the shore. The Amish family followed us and we prepared to engage them in ground combat once ashore.
The first thing I did was grab a fire extinguisher (that was mysteriously attached to a cliff side) and douse the Amish family with the blast until they were covered with white powder. The entire time, I was shouting obscenities and the like at them, including likening the father's beard to a tuft of pubes concealing a scrotum and other such graphic analogies. When spraying them with the fire extinguisher failed to stop them, the only course of action appeared to be a duel of honor between me and the father of the family.
We each took a black rubber hose with a metal nozzle on the end, and began swinging them menacingly at each other. Eventually, we deemed that the metal ends of the hoses were too dangerous for honorable combat, and so we resorted to just slapping each other with the rubber parts of the hoses until we found we were at a standstill. Though the battle was long, and especially silly, I earned the respect of the eldest of the family and we were let go.
So, what the heck do I make of this crazy dream?