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.