Writing down three dreams, before I forget them
I don't usually remember my dreams, and most of the time when I do remember I've had dreams, they're vague and usually fade quickly after I wake up.
Not last night.
I just woke up five minutes ago, and had THREE dreams last night, all of which were unusually vivid, and I remember all of them quite clearly. So I'm going to post about them here. They were.. odd. Not as odd as the infamous Anime convention/Walter Cronkite dream, but close.
Dream #1: I'm trapped in a somewhat roomy Star Trek shuttlecraft with an unknown caucasian woman (I can't remember what she looked like other than being white) who I have some romantic/sexual tension with. Lots of vague debates over why we should or should not have sex, with both of us taking both sides of the arguement. As the crew of the USS Voyager works to free us from this shuttlecraft, we end up not having sex, and I wander around a hotel for a bit. Also, for some reason, Star Trek shuttlecraft have a very very long chassis in this -- imagine the usual Trek shuttle, but with more random tech stuff attacked to the back of it that more than quintuples the length. *shrug* Themes of immobility and sexual frustration, obviously.
Dream #2: This segued from the first dream, where I had access to this vast network of teleporting doors, that allowed me to get from place to place by walking through just the right door. These were being used for some sort of underground (literally in basements and also seeming somewhat criminal in vibe) gaming society -- like a game convention crossed with a network of seedy speakeasys. I never took part in the games, just sort of wandered around and felt vaguely uncomfortable. At one point, I was tagging along with my friend Brent, who got into a protracted gunfight with someone who he'd pissed off somehow (again, crminal vibes, although it should be noted that I do not think of Brent as someone who'd get involved in that sort of thing), which we escaped from, and then Brent ditched me in a crowd. Themes of extreme mobility, but then a feeling of inability to capitalize on that advantage, and general inability to fit in with the society around me, I guess.
Dream #3: This one was definitely a seperate dream. I woke up around 5:00 am with a minor cramp, but went immediately back to sleep, and then this one started. I'm at home with Gretchen, and I'm watching TV, something I rarely do these days. And it's announced that a TV special is about to come on next, where "The soldiers from PLATOON", as if these were a group of real life guys, were going to have a fight/competition against David Bowie, who would be playing the role of "Magnus Robot Hunter". Magnus is in fact an old comic character, but I have never EVER read any of those comics. It was also weird because Bowie-as-Magnus was wearing this weird blue and orange power armor, which now that I think about it, the closest example of what it looked like would be the X-O Manowar suit from the same comic book company as Magnus -- which I also did not read. Bowie's face was obscured (why use Bowie if you're not going to show his face?) by the helmet, and he moved stiffly, as if he was a robot himself. The "Platoon" guys, I'm not sure where I got them from. In the dream, I had an "oh yeah, these guys" vibe, as if they were known celebrities that also had military cred. One of them, lord knows why, looked sorta like Eddie Van Halen with seriously swollen eyes, as if he had some sort of eye injury years ago, and maybe they were even sewn shut, but he moved around easily enough. *shrug*. The other four guys were kinda generic, save for one of them who looked like one of the squad leaders from the "Aliens" space marines.
So Gretchen and I think this might be neat, and decide to go to this large public lounge where the TV company is doing a public screening of this show. We bump into Roger Ebert and his wife, and a third blonde woman with him. We exchange friendly hellos, and Gretchen comments after Ebert walks past that while he's looking better than the recent Esquire interview made it sound, he still isn't looking that great. The unknown blonde woman tagging along with Ebert hangs back, clearly overhears this, and gives Gretchen a nasty stare for it. Ebert goes to sit in some higher area, near the back on a sort-of balcony, while Gretchen and I sit down in the front row. What is everyone sitting in front of? A tiny-tiny television, the screen only ten inches on a side, and although there's some fussing about the angle that the TV sits at, eventually this entire room of several hundred people is able to watch just fine. I stand up from my chair at some point for a bathroom break, and while I'm in there, I think to myself that this show is likely a publicity stunt for the Magnus character, and they came up with this TV special as a way of introducing the character to the general public. If the ratings do well, we'd probably see a fullblown Magnus tv show later on, I reasoned. As I get back to my seat, I ask Gretchen to fill me in on what I missed. At that point, they were still in pre-fight negotiations. Bowie/Magnus wasn't so happy about the five soldiers having access to jeep-like vehicles, as they gave the soldiers a mobility edge (yet another mobility thing popping up, not sure why), and he would ONLY allow the soldiers to have these vehicles if they could produce a supremely skilled mechanic to maintain these vehicles, who had to meet a very strenuous list of technical qualifications -- and then the last thing on that list of requirements was that the mechanic had to be a Chinese Woman. The soldiers *immediately* produce such a mechanic, whose name was not given. As the dream ended, the screen showed the soldiers flying off in this crome-covered thick bodied aircraft that was meant to be their "dropship" into the combat zone. And then I woke up.
No clue on that last third dream, folks. *shrug*
Not last night.
I just woke up five minutes ago, and had THREE dreams last night, all of which were unusually vivid, and I remember all of them quite clearly. So I'm going to post about them here. They were.. odd. Not as odd as the infamous Anime convention/Walter Cronkite dream, but close.
Dream #1: I'm trapped in a somewhat roomy Star Trek shuttlecraft with an unknown caucasian woman (I can't remember what she looked like other than being white) who I have some romantic/sexual tension with. Lots of vague debates over why we should or should not have sex, with both of us taking both sides of the arguement. As the crew of the USS Voyager works to free us from this shuttlecraft, we end up not having sex, and I wander around a hotel for a bit. Also, for some reason, Star Trek shuttlecraft have a very very long chassis in this -- imagine the usual Trek shuttle, but with more random tech stuff attacked to the back of it that more than quintuples the length. *shrug* Themes of immobility and sexual frustration, obviously.
Dream #2: This segued from the first dream, where I had access to this vast network of teleporting doors, that allowed me to get from place to place by walking through just the right door. These were being used for some sort of underground (literally in basements and also seeming somewhat criminal in vibe) gaming society -- like a game convention crossed with a network of seedy speakeasys. I never took part in the games, just sort of wandered around and felt vaguely uncomfortable. At one point, I was tagging along with my friend Brent, who got into a protracted gunfight with someone who he'd pissed off somehow (again, crminal vibes, although it should be noted that I do not think of Brent as someone who'd get involved in that sort of thing), which we escaped from, and then Brent ditched me in a crowd. Themes of extreme mobility, but then a feeling of inability to capitalize on that advantage, and general inability to fit in with the society around me, I guess.
Dream #3: This one was definitely a seperate dream. I woke up around 5:00 am with a minor cramp, but went immediately back to sleep, and then this one started. I'm at home with Gretchen, and I'm watching TV, something I rarely do these days. And it's announced that a TV special is about to come on next, where "The soldiers from PLATOON", as if these were a group of real life guys, were going to have a fight/competition against David Bowie, who would be playing the role of "Magnus Robot Hunter". Magnus is in fact an old comic character, but I have never EVER read any of those comics. It was also weird because Bowie-as-Magnus was wearing this weird blue and orange power armor, which now that I think about it, the closest example of what it looked like would be the X-O Manowar suit from the same comic book company as Magnus -- which I also did not read. Bowie's face was obscured (why use Bowie if you're not going to show his face?) by the helmet, and he moved stiffly, as if he was a robot himself. The "Platoon" guys, I'm not sure where I got them from. In the dream, I had an "oh yeah, these guys" vibe, as if they were known celebrities that also had military cred. One of them, lord knows why, looked sorta like Eddie Van Halen with seriously swollen eyes, as if he had some sort of eye injury years ago, and maybe they were even sewn shut, but he moved around easily enough. *shrug*. The other four guys were kinda generic, save for one of them who looked like one of the squad leaders from the "Aliens" space marines.
So Gretchen and I think this might be neat, and decide to go to this large public lounge where the TV company is doing a public screening of this show. We bump into Roger Ebert and his wife, and a third blonde woman with him. We exchange friendly hellos, and Gretchen comments after Ebert walks past that while he's looking better than the recent Esquire interview made it sound, he still isn't looking that great. The unknown blonde woman tagging along with Ebert hangs back, clearly overhears this, and gives Gretchen a nasty stare for it. Ebert goes to sit in some higher area, near the back on a sort-of balcony, while Gretchen and I sit down in the front row. What is everyone sitting in front of? A tiny-tiny television, the screen only ten inches on a side, and although there's some fussing about the angle that the TV sits at, eventually this entire room of several hundred people is able to watch just fine. I stand up from my chair at some point for a bathroom break, and while I'm in there, I think to myself that this show is likely a publicity stunt for the Magnus character, and they came up with this TV special as a way of introducing the character to the general public. If the ratings do well, we'd probably see a fullblown Magnus tv show later on, I reasoned. As I get back to my seat, I ask Gretchen to fill me in on what I missed. At that point, they were still in pre-fight negotiations. Bowie/Magnus wasn't so happy about the five soldiers having access to jeep-like vehicles, as they gave the soldiers a mobility edge (yet another mobility thing popping up, not sure why), and he would ONLY allow the soldiers to have these vehicles if they could produce a supremely skilled mechanic to maintain these vehicles, who had to meet a very strenuous list of technical qualifications -- and then the last thing on that list of requirements was that the mechanic had to be a Chinese Woman. The soldiers *immediately* produce such a mechanic, whose name was not given. As the dream ended, the screen showed the soldiers flying off in this crome-covered thick bodied aircraft that was meant to be their "dropship" into the combat zone. And then I woke up.
No clue on that last third dream, folks. *shrug*