The Dream Thread

Pleasant, odd, or the kind that won't let you get back to sleep. Post 'em here.

I'm on this reality show. There's about a dozen of us on some kind of sailing ship, and we're simply interacting with one another and the viewers are voting. The catch is, the top seven are safe, the bottom five are executed on live TV the following week. There's a father in the competition who ends up in the bottom five whose son won't -- or can't -- say anything good about him to spare his life. I have some friends there who tell me that if I get voted in the bottom five, they have a plan to rescue me. Fortunately, I make the top seven. Then one of the other top seven, a girl in a wheelchair in what looks like her 20s, reveals that she has cancer and is going to take the place of the father, since she is going to die anyway. There's a lot of uproar over this, and it ends with her rolling her wheelchair off the ship into the ocean, where she drowns.

Last night:

First, I'm in what looks like a Depression-era factory. Except all the machines look like they're made out of Lego. There's a big group of overall-clad workers stading around smiling at me, thanking me for something I've done for them. It has the feeling of a union rally. They show me all the perks they're going to give me, like a contract they've signed that's completely blank. And all the while the machines are griding away in all their Lego-y glory.

Later, I'm with some friends and we order tickets for the new Batman movie, since there's a movie theater right next door to where we live. Only that's not the theater we have tickets for, so we miss the show. Then I drive over to another friend's house, listening to the radio, where I hear an old Def Leppard song that sounds just like a DragonForce song. I can't wait to get to my friends and tell them that DragonForce is just ripping off Def Leppard. When I arrive, one of my friends is sitting there with no shirt on. When asked why, he launches into a long story that covers every detail EXCEPT why he's not wearing a shit.

Then I'm at work, which I usually dream as a stylized mixture of Universal, Disney, and Sea World. The geography stays consistent from dream to dream. I'm working at this one ride and I have a long discussion with a manager from Foods about selling snacks in the queue. Then I go up front and collect my paycheck -- precisely $373. While I'm there, what looks like for all the world like an episode of Studio 60 is going on, and Steven Weber is telling some girl that he's calling off their engagement. Chaos ensues. I take my leave and head out to the employee parking lot, and that's when my alarm went off.

Now I was playing Star Wars Lego for about an hour before going to bed, so that explains that part of the dream, but the rest? Damned if I know.

There's also a Norman Moon with a couple of instrumental releases back in the late 50s.

But the first one is much more interesting.

You goin' t'Hell.

Last night:

I'm on this ship the seems to be a cross between the Galactica and Babylon 5. There's some sort of undefined threat approaching, and there is debate as to the best course of action. Turns out that, somehow stored away in large cargo holds, we have King Kong and Godzilla, and we can't decide which one to use. Someone goes and releases Godzilla, who floats helplessly flailing into the void, his flame breath fizzing out in the vaccuum. Then King Kong rips open the side of his hold, and inside is a replica of a city skyline that he proceeds to rampage through. The sight of this frightens off the threat and all is well. Except for the rampaging giant gorilla in the cargo hold....

A doozy last night:

I'm on a school bus with a bunch of other people heading to a football game at the Meadowlands. The Giants are playing the other New York team, only it's not the Jets, it some weird name like the Flayers or something.

Suddenly we feel the ground shaking, and as we approach an intersection, we see the Ringling Brothers circus parade and a huge train of elephants walking by. As we're stopped, I can see the stadium, and I see a series of flashes like the explosion you see during a controlled demolition. We all run out of the bus to take a better look, and one whole side of the stadium collapses. No one seems at all panicked by this though. But then the ground beneath the rubble starts shaking and a huge hold develops and out pops Godzilla's head. No, really. Everyone starts running, and I'm trying to get to my car but I can't find it.

By this time, it's raining and the wind is howling and there's a very real feeling of the Apocalypse going on. Someone who looks a lot like Ben from Lost is telling someone else it's their fault a group of people have died, demonstrating how every time this person did something, someone died soon after. This person -- who I never got a good look at -- wanders off into exile, and I follow him in sort of an omniscient POV like in the movies. He ends up at a house where, in the wake of the apocalypse, the people have saturated the air in their house with some kind of algae-based liquid that they breathe in like fish and also eat. He joins them happily.

Then I flash to me and my girlfriend in a house. We seem to be the only house that has electricity and phone service and which is in fairly decent shape. My father calls me, asking if I know how to teach any practical skills, since that's going to be invaluable in this new post-disaster world. I say no and he hangs up, and I turn my attention to trying to build defensese around the house from looters.

Last night:

On a snow-covered mountain, on some kind of expedition. It hits midnight, and everyone starts shouting "Merry Christmas!" As that happens, I wander into the toy department of a department store which is loaded with all kinds of wild Star Wars toys that I've never seen before.

The remainder of the night was somewhat unsettling swirls of thick black lines, like Dali trying to draw kanji or something. Didn't sleep well.