Bombardment

It was straight out of Warcraft 2. I knew an assault was coming and I had to defend my territory. I began to have my few workers construct cannon towers at strategic locations whereby the enemy would be funneled into a narrow pass and thus maximize splash damage. There was a goldmine a ways in front of this area, but it was too risky to venture forth, as the enemy lay just beyond. Past the corridor where my few cannons were being erected, a raised area was commanded by JP and numerous troops. I had asked him to send me troops, particularly Aragorn, Legolas, and Gandalf, but he failed to deliver them or something went awry. I was exploring beyond the fortified area and tried to open a portal to JP's position, but it failed to materialize. Frustrated, I called him – or someone – but ended up having to backtrack to his position. My defenses were not prepared, though he had ample troops for what was to come.

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I awoke and upon returning to sleep had another dream in which I was frantically trying to avoid an assault: I was on the rooftop of a one story building, though it could hardly be called a roof. I could see into most of the rooms. A lion approached the house with its eye intent on me. I kept moving around to avoid his gaze, but he maintained his target. He tried to breach his way past the front door, which was slightly ajar, but I closed with my foot from up high. He made like he was going to jump, and seeing a large burning purple candle like those used for incense at my foot, I gave it a little kick and it landed squarely in the lion's face, causing his right eye to be impressed with such deformity that I pitied the creature and wished that I didn't have to resort to injuring it. I attributed it some some degree of innocence and ignorance of what I had previously perceived as its aim, though had I not acted I likely would have been done for.

far from high school nostalgia

I graduated high school 8 years ago, though somehow I was back again for a reunion of sorts... with my parents in tow. I remember walking around and seeing all these kids – who hadn't aged a bit – talking amongst themselves. I was never friends with any of them, so I just kind of made rounds. Everyone was to go to this large site off campus for beers, so I decided I would go along. It was weird trying to interact with them in general, but having my parents and little brother with me also cast me as even more of an outsider. I saw one woman from my graduate school who didn't go to my high school, but in my dream she did. Her hair had begun to fall out, but she was ever cheerful. I made conversation with her briefly. One group of guys told me they were going to this bar called On the Rocks, which actually closed down years ago due to getting caught letting underage kids in. I told them I'd meet them there. My parents had left to go home – apparently by walking. I told my brother that it's unacceptable that we let them walk and that we should drive them home. I schmooze some more and make my way into the parking lot as the crowd dispersed. I'm driving around on one of those collapsable scooters – falling constantly. Toward the end of the parking lot I see this kid Ben, with whom I was always at odds with, getting into an orange with black zebra stripes F-150 car. I ask him if he's going to On the Rocks and he affirms. I call my dad to see where he is and no answer. I call my mom and she picks up and apologizes that she couldn't get to her phone sooner, even though she picked up after two rings. I ask if they are walking even though I hear music in the background (Babel soundtrack) and she responds that Josh is driving them. I tell her to tell him to scoop me up when he's done.

Elephants, Snakes and Hobgoblins

The elephant symbolized wholeness. The snake symbolized something else entirely. I was to obtain both. And then I dreamed within my dream.

I was at an outpost and training ground, scouting the area. I had a companion. The two of us were on the run. I had a crossbow. We were clearing a house of its inhabitants. I took a stand on the roof. My companion was clearing rooms. I noticed the patrols outside going toward the house so I distracted them with a holler. I shot one in the head with the crossbow. Several men then began to take shots at me. I fell off the house and was overcome by the patrols.

When I came to, I was a specter of sorts. With focus, I could change shape, become invisible, and hover over the ground. It was winter. I wanted to revenge. I made my way up a line of trees on the compound and slew several guardians. As I was plotting on the next attack, I saw a young female scout behind me take notice of me and the body beside me. She was tactful enough not to scream or react, but instead slowly turn toward her base. I knew she was going to report what she saw and soon I would be done for, so I made a run for it. Over the hill and through the trees. I footsteps would be trackable, so I leapt and landed in snowless spots. I noticed a large medieval farmhouse, which resembled a small castle, so I hovered over to it for cover. But I wouldn't be safe outside. They would find me. The back window was unlocked, so I climbed inside into a vast and dimly lit banquet hall. There was a fireplace next to the window with some strange objects in it – not just for stoking fires. One of them was a book. I picked it up and began flipping through. The language of the book was only half-English, or maybe old English. Suddenly, I was aware that this place was home to a ferocious hobgoblin. I heard faint noises in the distance, coming from inside the house. I was not alone...

The Streets of Kabul

I was with my younger brother in a procession. I do not know if we were the front, but we definitely were not the end. It was hot, and the dirt road we were walking on was lined on each side with clay-baked walls. We came to an intersection and stopped for the traffic to have its turn. We had waited long enough, perhaps I feared that we would be cut off from the group. So Josh and I made our way through to the other side. There may have been merchants on the side of the road. It did feel a bit Aladdin-esque. I look back every so often to check on the procession and it appears we had gotten separated. It was just my brother and me walking through the street. Then suddenly I look back and he wasn't there. I do a 360 and look all around me. The wall. I leap up and grab onto the top of the wall and pull myself up. Looking over, I see him on the ground being accosted by two kangaroos. One is gnawing on his arm while the other holds him down. I jump over the wall and run toward him – kicking the kangaroo off him that was holding him down. The other one stops gnawing for a moment to look up and see what happened. I uppercut the bastard off my brother. Josh is ok.

Previously or later, we are resting at a dumpling spot. There are several females who are made known to us. One is a rich heiress know as Nadir or Nadan or something. Another is a local celebrity of sorts. I can't remember her name. A woman in a purple dress addresses the audience and departs. The other woman comes toward us to talk. I don't know who is which. Wishfully, I tell her that she is the heiress, and she is disappointed that I was wrong. She is Jamaican, she said, so how is Nadir or Nadan a Jamaican surname? Well, I reply, I have a friend from Jamaica whose last name is McCaw, and he is not Irish. So names can be misleading. She agrees. Our adventure begins, or it ends.

We approach a gateway of sorts. It is big enough for my brother and me to walk through, but it lacks depth. Yet it seems an entire world exists inside it. That is where the boss is. It is a tunnel going up with vacuum breath. We go inside and confront what is on the other side. It still remains an enigma, but it was terrible. We emerge and retrace our steps to collect some exploding balls we had previously found. We collect several and roll then into the gateway. They are immediately sucked up and the gateway closes. Then it booms and shakes, yet does not falter. We repeat, and the results are the same. We weigh our options. A super ballista – we found one earlier. We could try that. It has one huge spear and several smaller accompanying arrows for widespread damage. I'm not sure how that would work since we may not be able to get the ballista inside..

No idea what to think about this

I dreamed of two spheres – perhaps they were moons. There was intelligent life on each. The life on each planet was to send a probe with their species to the other planet, but the direct trajectory was impossible due to some interference, possibly of a third object. One of the spheres was able to send off their probe without a hitch. The other did so with great difficulty, and it landed, dormant on the dark side of the moon. Eventually, the first species, which resembled humans, discovered the foreign probe on their sphere and began to investigate it. The small team of 2-3 men were unsure how to go about cracking the probe. It had laid dormant for so long and was mysterious and brainy. One of the team just dug in and began removing gray matter until there was a cavity big enough to stick an arm into. The man proceeded to do just that and was shocked to find empty space between the brainy matter. But as his arm penetrated up to his shoulder blade, he felt something gooey. He slowly removed his arm and noticed some light violet goo on his hands. A sign of the probe's content. He began widening the hole to better examine what what inside. Big mistake. The inside awoke. It startled into consciousness with a shrewd caw with beak-like jaws agape. It had raccoon or lemur eyes, shadows accented by a sleepy yet violent sign of life. The team never got a look at its body. The bolted, either out of fear or being startled, and shut the door behind them. Immediately after, the creature, already emerged, began to try to open the doorknob. One member of the team pulled on the other side of the knob with all his might to keep the hellish thing away. The door budged several inched inward from the creature's effort, but then the man redoubled his effort and braced himself for more. The team want to give it food to quell its spirits, but on the other side of the door, fearing for their safety, there wasn't much they could do.

Epic Conflict

I'm on some sort of battlefield / arctic base. The entire compound is made of sheet ice. It's expansive – something out of a movie. There is a war going on... a real war. I'm some sort of soldier... a commando or something without direct orders. I keep moving around, looking for something. I find my mom and Josh meandering about among other refugees. I'm glad they are ok.

Dream 2, or maybe offshoot of dream 1:

I'm at some political function – location may as well be a Marriott. The American president is there (no face, not black either, so not Obama), as is a former president. There are a number of tables in a ballroom. You're there, sitting next to someone in important who you are to introduce or something. You're famous... for some exploit involving having taken someone down with a rifle. There is a bullet hole on the nearby wall to prove it. I don't know my role in this dream... I'm just a guy. I think I work for the government. Somehow, I become aware that some crazy person who had been put away for a while unjustly is here and is going to try to kill the president. For some reason though, I'm not allowed to apprehend him or shoot him or do anything to obstruct him or anything that would alert him of my presence until he draws his gun. I hide behind and underneath this podium on which the president is supposed to stand. The enemy approaches. two other guys make to hide under the podium with me and I decide that's too many so I up and leave. You leave for some reason... I think to go to the bathroom. I am around the corner from the podium. Shots are fired. The president has his head blown off. Security guards get into a fire fight with other people at the convention. Apparently this was orchestrated and many more people are involved... and have taken out most of the security guards. You come back suddenly and blast one guy against the wall with some big ass magnum. I dispatch a few with my gun, but run out of ammo so I run for cover behind a jutting in a wall adjacent to the revolving door. A gun shot brazes past me. I'm pinned. I see a doorman maybe 20 paces away from me and he takes notice of me and slowly moves his uzi in my direction. I bound directly toward him, picking up some little ass pocket knife on the floor. There is a metal sheet of some sort on the floor – about the size of a door but not flat, it is a tubular – I slide and coast on it as I run it into the doorman before he can adequately react. I stab him with the pocket knife, then mysteriously discover a bigger knife and I think I finish him off it it. I pick up the uzi and meander around, dispatching several enemies. I stumbled upon a room in which Rebecca Romijn is there as some whore, possibly waiting on one of the bad guys – which, if he is there, I dispatch. She thanks me and tells me Sam is also there and directs me to a room down the hall. Apparently it's some burlesque operation. I see Sam dressed in some blue lingerie. I talk to her and she tells me she has to go see her client. I tell her not to go, that I want to right things between us. I then make out with her a bit and she responds that it's almost good enough to make her want to get back together (or maybe I'm making that up). She tells me again she has to go see her client but to wait there and she will return in 15 minutes. I wait but get impatient. Maybe time runs out; maybe the other situation becomes urgent. I leave the quarters and make my way to the presidential suite – the green room of sorts. I'm out of ammo at this point and I hear someone coming so I hide behind something... either a bed or a table on which catering is served – the same way I hid before. The enemy comes and passes. At this point it occurs to me that it would probably be a good idea to call the Army or police for reinforcements. I reach into my pocket and discover my phone is missing... I had left it somewhere. This is terrifying, for now I am largely all alone in this terrorist situation with no contact with the outside world and therefore no prospect for cavalry. I wake up.

9/15 Dreams of being Misguided

I was with someone I knew. We were in a car. We decide to go to my friend Nathan's house. I haven't talked to Nathan in over 10 years. He lived in Minnesota. We're driving for a while and I exclaim that it shouldn't take this long, to which my friend replies Nathan moved. Next thing I know the friend I'm with and Nathan are in this sprawling cave with monsters roaming around. Nathan is really bent on getting somewhere in this cave, so we wait for the towering molten giant to move before encroaching in. There are several armed (with swords) guards and we dispatch them with bow and arrows. We climb up a ladder and Nathan and my other friend advance forward, but for some reason I lag behind hugging the wall. They order me to come forward else the guards will see me, but I can't move. Some girl appears and asks me to save her from the monsters, which I'm annoyed at because I don't want to babysit some dumb girl. The patrolling guards notice me and make toward me, so I turn and descend back down the latter with the girl, one arm around her urging her forward because her dumb ass can't run by herself. The molten giant had returned and notices me as well, so it too begins to follow me. Nathan and the other friend somehow meet up with us and we evade our pursuers. Then also in the cave I meet a pseudo friend from high school, John Scalon, who I didn't recognize at first because his face filled out, and he said he didn't recognize me because of my facial hair. He asks what we're doing and we tell him avoiding monsters, and he shows us this rectangular shard of quartz in his hand. John tells me this is where it's really at – quartz is the mineral of truth and I should pursue it with him. I try to clandestinely do so but have my other two friends as baggage and they still want me to play their game.

I wake up, it's 6:30. Back to bed. Dream #2.

I'm in a video game world or sorts, but not really. It's a hostage rescue situation in which some of my friends are bad guys and some are team mates. My teammates split up, seeking to flank our enemy. I see three of the enemy moving in the distance. Two run, but the third remains stationary, so I pick him off with my assault rifle. I chase the other two and throw a grenade at them but it was a mis-throw. I pursue the two into a house. As I enter the house, I notice a small cache of weapons and ammo from a previous fight. I see an empty shotgun shell beside a pump action shotty. I also find an unspent round, so I pull out my auto-shotty and load it up. Making my way through the house, I spot a hostage, who also spots me. I motion to him as if to confirm that the bad guys are in his room, and he nods his head to affirm. I hold up a flashbang and motion for him to cover his eyes. I toss it past him and hustle in to take advantage of any enemy I may have blinded, but none were there. I see another hostage standing in front of a corridor next to a descending stairwell, so I take a position 5 steps down the stairwell waiting in ambush. Then I spot the barrel of an assault rifle up against the hostage's head. He moves forward. I wait until I can see the head of the enemy. Once I can, I begin to slowly press down on the trigger. However, it makes a sound and the enemy turns toward me and bursts 2 rounds into my neck. I'm done and collapse, but not dead or even injured. The enemy takes me back to where he was hiding and I see a cache of weapons. I vent to him that my trigger was not sensitive enough and should have blasted him before he even noticed me, but it's to no avail now. I should have just pressed down harder.

June 14th Dream of Entrapment

was walking to school with a backpack on. I ran into some people on the soccer field kicking a miniature purple soccer ball around, so I stepped in and played with it for a bit before passing the ball back to the girls who had it first. I kept walking, this time I was shirtless and my backpack was buckled around my waist. I noticed several people I knew from high school, wearing the white JV soccer jerseys: Ben, Bruel and Spresser – as well as my old coast. Bruel saw me and asked what I was doing, and I said going to school. The coach then shook my hand, his large yet weak hand hardly passing for a handshake. I didn't like him and could hardly understand him over his thick Austrian accent. I kept walking, trying to get to school, but I got lost. Next thing I know I find myself in an endless labyrinth of an office building. I check the time and it's 2 PM already (or maybe it was 5?), and I was getting late for class. I begin running through the building, trying to figure out how to get out so I can find myself to class. I stumble into a room with some asshole sitting at a desk – shredding papers or something. I run past him and he tells me I need to check in. I tell him it's not important, I just want to get out so tell me where the exit is. He tells me it's right behind me through the doors. I retrace my steps to where he designated and find myself in some board room with high level execs. They look at me skeptically, then frantically, after in a panic I start banging on the large window which is 3 stories up, willing to simply create an exit for myself. The elastic glass reverberates violently but fails to even crack. Frustrated, I run to the next room, hoping for more glass that is lower to the ground. This time I'm on the second floor. I crack my elbow against the glass and it shatters. I jump out the window onto the lawn and start running. At this point I am aware that the execs in the previous room are alarmed and warn their officers not to let me escape. Apparently I was in some sort of containment ward. I run, but I'm not quite on the streets. I'm in some bizarre water park or something. As I run forward, some crazy fucking thing with an apple for a head runs toward me – but not exactly at me. He is running from children chasing him. As he approached me he stutter steps a bit, unsure how to prevaricate my advance. Instinctively, as I refuse to stop, I pick him up in one hand and take a bite out of his head before discarding him to the forthcoming kids. I keep running, but somehow I think I need to descend, so I do so through. I was on some canopy before, but now I am descending through a deep thicket – jumping from tree to tree more rapid than humanly possible. I realize the futility of this effort, so I ascend again, making my way down to some swimming pool. I jump in and wade through. I see a girl I know at the end so before I get out I kiss her briefly, then step back and by the look on her face I could tell I didn't actually know her, so I apologized and kept moving.

At this point, my reconstructive short term memory fails me. I think I thereafter finally escape from the park, but I don't recall the details of it. Pretty tripping though, eh? I didn't even have anything to drink last night.