Dreams and other Nocturnal Adventures
Jan. 10th, 2012 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonFew things in life are as dull as another man's dreams. Still, having said that, I do want to get these down while I can vaguely remember them.
#1 - This Morning.
I was at a sprawling art party in this labyrinthine warehouse with the Magpie. I saw some familiar faces there, but every time I tried to talk to people no one could hear a word of what I was saying, no matter how funny, relevant or loud they may have been. In fact I almost thought I was a ghost, but I kept bumping into people spilling their drinks, knocking into shelves that sent fragile sculptures crashing around me in a comically absurd fashion and all the electronics kept going on the fritz when I passed them. Eventually I decided to leave the party and started wandering around the city. Ended up walking into this weird baseball field where all the bases (along with the pitching mound) resembled machine gun bunkers and a set of rusted rail tracks ran through the center of the field. There were all these children there and they all had prosthetic limbs and the umpire was a rabbi that looked like a smiling Rasputin. He invited me to play with the children and I did. I was standing all the way out in the back of the field and talking to our coach. Our coach was a young William Shatner (Star Trek young). One of the kids on the opposing team then managed to hit the ball and it was coming my way. I ran backwards for it and managed to catch it despite the sun glaring in my eyes. Only when I looked in my glove it wasn't a baseball but rather a golf ball. I looked confused and William Shatner just winked at me and told me that it was alright, I was still learning the game and that these things happen.
Then I heard this loud banging on the door. Sharp, quick and angry - the exact way dad knocked whenever I overslept for school. I found myself pried from the dream (the feeling was that unique physical sluggishness you might feel when you've been swimming underwater for a bit too long and start to run out of breath as you struggle to reach the surface) and bolted up out of sleep. I remembered of course that dad was at the hospice still but I saw mom working. I asked her if she knocked on my door and she told me she in fact didn't and that she was planning on letting me sleep in.
Dream #2 - A little over a week ago.
I'm running around what was either my old navy ship as she was sinking or a burning apartment complex. I was carrying a baby in my arms, all wadded up in a blanket. Man, I was moving like something out of a Jackie Chan movie - I was climbing ladders with a single arm, bounding down crumbling catwalks, dodging falling debris in flames, wading through waist high water filled with something terrible and hungry. The whole time the baby is crying louder and louder. But I knew I was almost free and somehow made it to a rooftop helipad. But the chopper was gone. The baby really started to shriek now and I look down at it for the first time.
The baby was actually my father's decapitated-yet-still-alive head. I tried to hush him with a finger to the lips but when I did he started choking and began drooling out his teeth in blood speckled spittle.
Woke up quickly from that one in the middle of the night and didn't go back to sleep until dawn.
Dream # 3 - A few days ago.
I wasn't in this one, it was more like I was watching a movie.
All the superheroes on the planet were dead. A dying mad scientist type, the last of the super villains, had somehow found the rocket a baby Superman was launched from a dying Krypton with and had turned it into a weapon that would destroy the sun. The scientist took especial delight in the irony that the vehicle that given the earth her greatest champion would also doom it. As such he had given the world a few days or weeks to say goodbye for purposes of general gloating. But then in the dream I start to follow the adventures of this international special ops team that was searching the globe for artifacts from the dead superheroes to fight back with. One of them was in Egypt looking for the lost helmet of Doctor Fate and I watched as he hid from an angry mob in a market place by dressing as a beggar. Another agent was at the Grave of Amazons and though she wasn't able to locate the golden lasso of Wonder Woman she was however able to find her bullet proof bracelets. Cut to, if you will, another agent who after great peril found the power ring of Green Lantern but without the actual lantern to charge it with it was useless. All looks hopeless for planet Earth, but the dream ends with this one agent who announces on the intercom that everything was going to be alright - she had discovered the Cave of the legendary Bat Man and within it was a plan to stop the mad scientist.
It actually ended there... on a cliff hanger. A shame really, because I really, really wanted to see another 'episode' of this one. Ah well...
Anyway, I'll leave the interpretations to the armchair psychologists. The second one being extremely obvious even to someone as poorly versed in these matters as I am. The third one however gnaws at me, my only guess is too many comic books before bed maybe.
#1 - This Morning.
I was at a sprawling art party in this labyrinthine warehouse with the Magpie. I saw some familiar faces there, but every time I tried to talk to people no one could hear a word of what I was saying, no matter how funny, relevant or loud they may have been. In fact I almost thought I was a ghost, but I kept bumping into people spilling their drinks, knocking into shelves that sent fragile sculptures crashing around me in a comically absurd fashion and all the electronics kept going on the fritz when I passed them. Eventually I decided to leave the party and started wandering around the city. Ended up walking into this weird baseball field where all the bases (along with the pitching mound) resembled machine gun bunkers and a set of rusted rail tracks ran through the center of the field. There were all these children there and they all had prosthetic limbs and the umpire was a rabbi that looked like a smiling Rasputin. He invited me to play with the children and I did. I was standing all the way out in the back of the field and talking to our coach. Our coach was a young William Shatner (Star Trek young). One of the kids on the opposing team then managed to hit the ball and it was coming my way. I ran backwards for it and managed to catch it despite the sun glaring in my eyes. Only when I looked in my glove it wasn't a baseball but rather a golf ball. I looked confused and William Shatner just winked at me and told me that it was alright, I was still learning the game and that these things happen.
Then I heard this loud banging on the door. Sharp, quick and angry - the exact way dad knocked whenever I overslept for school. I found myself pried from the dream (the feeling was that unique physical sluggishness you might feel when you've been swimming underwater for a bit too long and start to run out of breath as you struggle to reach the surface) and bolted up out of sleep. I remembered of course that dad was at the hospice still but I saw mom working. I asked her if she knocked on my door and she told me she in fact didn't and that she was planning on letting me sleep in.
Dream #2 - A little over a week ago.
I'm running around what was either my old navy ship as she was sinking or a burning apartment complex. I was carrying a baby in my arms, all wadded up in a blanket. Man, I was moving like something out of a Jackie Chan movie - I was climbing ladders with a single arm, bounding down crumbling catwalks, dodging falling debris in flames, wading through waist high water filled with something terrible and hungry. The whole time the baby is crying louder and louder. But I knew I was almost free and somehow made it to a rooftop helipad. But the chopper was gone. The baby really started to shriek now and I look down at it for the first time.
The baby was actually my father's decapitated-yet-still-alive head. I tried to hush him with a finger to the lips but when I did he started choking and began drooling out his teeth in blood speckled spittle.
Woke up quickly from that one in the middle of the night and didn't go back to sleep until dawn.
Dream # 3 - A few days ago.
I wasn't in this one, it was more like I was watching a movie.
All the superheroes on the planet were dead. A dying mad scientist type, the last of the super villains, had somehow found the rocket a baby Superman was launched from a dying Krypton with and had turned it into a weapon that would destroy the sun. The scientist took especial delight in the irony that the vehicle that given the earth her greatest champion would also doom it. As such he had given the world a few days or weeks to say goodbye for purposes of general gloating. But then in the dream I start to follow the adventures of this international special ops team that was searching the globe for artifacts from the dead superheroes to fight back with. One of them was in Egypt looking for the lost helmet of Doctor Fate and I watched as he hid from an angry mob in a market place by dressing as a beggar. Another agent was at the Grave of Amazons and though she wasn't able to locate the golden lasso of Wonder Woman she was however able to find her bullet proof bracelets. Cut to, if you will, another agent who after great peril found the power ring of Green Lantern but without the actual lantern to charge it with it was useless. All looks hopeless for planet Earth, but the dream ends with this one agent who announces on the intercom that everything was going to be alright - she had discovered the Cave of the legendary Bat Man and within it was a plan to stop the mad scientist.
It actually ended there... on a cliff hanger. A shame really, because I really, really wanted to see another 'episode' of this one. Ah well...
Anyway, I'll leave the interpretations to the armchair psychologists. The second one being extremely obvious even to someone as poorly versed in these matters as I am. The third one however gnaws at me, my only guess is too many comic books before bed maybe.