Dream #1,054

Dreamt of lying on the couch, under the blanket, with a small, longer-haired dog. The dog noted that its two littermates were curled up in the bed with their owner, so left me to join them. As this dog snuggled in, the smallest dog, seeing that I was free, ran over and snuggled under the blanket with me.


Dream #1,053

Dreamt a small, white puppy with brown spots had finally caught the squirrel he’d been chasing. The squirrel, of course, didn’t understand that the puppy just wanted to play, so bit into the puppy’s paw, hard, and refused to let go. First I threw cotton balls at the squirrel, which had no effect, so I switched to tennis balls and connected with my first shot. The squirrel ran off and the puppy limped over to me and showed me its paw. “I think we’re going to have to take you to the doctor for this one,” I said.

Dream #1,052

Dreamt of taking the designated car from my hotel to the convention site. When I arrived at the convention center, the driver was a little surprised that I didn’t want get out. “I forgot my book,” I told him.

“No, problem,” he said, “I just loop back and forth anyway.”

When I finally arrived at the convention, the room was abuzz about a man sitting in the back of the room. He had long scraggly hair, a long, scraggly beard, and a black t-shirt on. “What’s going on?” I ask.

“You have to see that guy’s t-shirt!”

Turns out my seat was next to his, so I introduce myself. As I offer my hand, he looks at it as if he’s not sure what I intend. “My name is Jeremy.”

“Hi,” he says, finally taking my hand, “My name is…Jack.” He is obviously concealing his real name, but as we shake hands I notice his shirt says “GURPS” and I know he’s one of the developers.

“Oh, GURPS!” I say, “That’s my favorite system by far!”

“Cool,” says Jack, “You should come play with us.”

Dream #1,051

Dreamt of watching two beautiful birds through they window. The male had long, thin feathers and was black and white speckled. He was bouncing around the nearly-horizontal trunk of the tree pretty excitedly. The female was bright yellow with red and blue accents, and was lying on her back, motionless.

A man climbed up into the tree, picked up the female bird, and turn her upright, at which time she immediately woke up and flew away. The man then approached the male, who seemed to be waiting patiently, and began talking and gesturing. The man was explaining that they shouldn’t sleep on their backs as they may never wake up. The man also asked that the bird educate the other birds so they’d be safe.

After the man left, I went out to the tree. The male bird was still there and I watched pluck a centipede off the trunk before flying away itself. Then the tree trunk began to move and I realized it wasn’t a tree at all, but an elephant that had stood still so long it had become covered in vines.

Dream #1,050

Dreamt I had to win a no-holds-barred blood sport tournament to win my freedom.

First fight, I put everything into my first punch, hoping to knock my opponent out quickly. I missed and, over-extended, he ducked my punch and came in for the take down. I got my arm around his neck in a guillotine choke and dropped stomach down onto the floor. Surprised, he didn’t have a hand free to catch himself and his nose broke when he landed on it. Blood everywhere. I managed to hang on and choked him out.

Last fight, the man was much bigger than me. Maybe a foot taller and 100-lbs. heavier. But he was overconfident. Over-extended himself in an effort to grab me. I ducked under his lunge, grabbed him around the waist, and managed to muscle him up off the ground and over my head. For a moment, I thought about killing him by bringing him down on his head. Instead, I rotated the throw just enough so that he landed flat on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

Dream #1,049

Dreamt that me and my best friend had been kidnapped, tied up, and beaten. As we sit against the crumbling concrete wall, I looked up towards a hole in the ceiling were a younger boy looked down at us. Looking down, he could see my bloody face, broken jaw, and the maggots that had taken up residence in the wounds. As our torturer approached, all I could think of was that boy, knowing that if he was seen, he’d be killed. My conscious awareness began moving backward and forward through time.

I am on a ruined Earth. War has raged for decades and little remains except shattered buildings and the industries needed to maintain the war machine. 90% of my body has been replaced by cybernetic weapons and I look much like robocop, my face hidden by a featureless HUD face plate. I walk alone down a dirt road and I hear the roar of enemy trucks from beyond the hill. Out of ammo and with no reinforcements, I choose to hide in a mound of junk metal. If I stand perfectly still and hide the parts that are still human flesh, they may not recognize what I am.

Early childhood. I approach the swing set where my best friend, his sister, and I used to play. He is swinging and she is leaning on the steel supports nearby. “I wish you were dead,” she says. “So do I,” I reply.

I am on one of the many artificial moons that now orbit the Earth. Some so close that you can see buildings and neighborhoods on them. A common past time for those rich enough to stay on Earth is to watch the orbital communities pass through the night sky. As a new soldier, I’d just been fitted with my cybernetic exoskeleton. I’m still mostly human, but the HUD face plate hides what’s left of my jaw.

Early childhood. I am playing with my best friend in the unfinished basement of his house. We are modeling the orbital communities with a basket ball and some dinner plates. We image what it must be like to zoom through the sky. Do the people get dizzy? How do they stay on them?

Teenager. My best friend, who is slightly older than me, has joined the military. He, like most people, cannot afford school. Combat service is his only option. I cry as I watch the Nazis-looking officers — dressed in long, tan leather trench coats — march him away.

I am back in the crumbling building, bound, looking up at the child looking down on me through the hole in the ceiling. And I know that somehow, that child is me.

Dream #1,048

Dreamt I was sitting with my legs hanging off the edge of the deck, my toes in the sand. A literal river of small creatures were making their way across the beach and through the salt water. The creatures were of two types: the first had a crocodile’s body with a small, human like head full of sharp teeth; the second had a small, human body and the head of a cobra full of sharp teeth. One of the second type discovered my foot and decided to try and bite me. I quickly grabbed it and bashed its skull against the rocks. I worried a little about anyone swimming nearby and they’d surely be devoured.