Dreamt that a friend of mine was being unfairly hounded for something she didn’t do. Somehow the powers that be had gotten Wonder Woman and the angel Ezekiel to hunter her down. My friend didn’t have any superpowers of her own, but we did have Thor on our side.
Dreamt of watching as a large, semi-solid, blob-like creature worked its way around the nuclear power core towards me. It was dark gray and shiny and pulsed with malicious life. I knew I was in grave danger, but I couldn’t move. It extruded some squid like tentacles and reached towards me…
I woke up with a start. Yuko-hime coming to bed pulled me out of the nightmare.
Dreamt of sitting at a picnic table with Yuko-hime and her nieces and nephew. We are at a festival of cultures or similar event as groups of people in brightly colored and extravagant traditional costumes are everywhere. Aya-chan, Yuko-hime’s six-year-old niece, is very excited as a young boy of similar age approaches. The boy is wearing bright red and black robes and his beach ball sized afro is covered by a black hood. “This is my friend!” she says, jumping down from the bench to great him.
“I want you to meet my friend, too!” says Takahito-kun, who is ten years old. I stand to great a white man in his mid- to late-20s. His handshake is firm but not overwhelming and he seems like a nice man. As he turns to leave, I suddenly notice his second head, which is lolling to the side. “That’s his brother,” explains Takahito-kun, “He doesn’t like me. So he hides or pretends to be asleep when I’m around.”
Dreamt of that Yuko-hime and I were staying the weekend with the Morgenthalers. The first morning I head to the bathroom to get ready for breakfast. As the door closes behind me the shower comes on, spraying the entire room. I scramble to find the off switch — and eventually I do — but I get pretty wet in the process. Looking around, I realize that this is no longer a bathroom, just a shower, and the water is hooked up in such a way that it turns on automatically when the door closes. Looks like they’ve done some remodeling since the last time I was here.
Dreamt of being at a large event like a conference or something. David M. is the keynote speaker and will be given an award for his work in the medical field. I am discussing with a friend of his — a college-aged woman with dark brown hair and sarcastic personality — my idea for a gift for David. My suggestion is a small, zippered box made of fabric. Inside would be partially congealed gelatin to simulate blood, and it would contain fruit and other items so David could practice pulling them out, like he was doing surgery. David’s friend thought this was a hilarious and brilliant idea.
Dreamt of watching a man move in the center of the clearing. He has long, salt-and-pepper hair, flannel shirt open to his belly button showing plenty of chest hair, and a well-groomed goatee. There is no music, but it looks like he is dancing, and I suspect he is doing tai chi.
Monty F. joins him and begins moving as well. I first I think Monty is mocking the other man with his exaggerated movements, but then I don’t think so, I think it’s just a different style of tai chi. The other man sees Monty and smiles and they begin moving together, sometimes the man following Monty’s lead, sometimes Monty following his. The overall motion is beautiful.
Dreamt of hiking a long, dirt trail through the woods, hand-in-hand with a small girl, who is about five or six years old. “Owie!”, she says has she start limping.
“Are you okay?”
“My foot hurts.”
“Okay, let’s take a look,” I pull of her little pink shoe. I don’t see any injuries, so I start applying a little pressure at various angles. “Does it hurt here? Or here? Or here?”
“Yes, it hurts like that.”
“Okay,” I say, “Let’s put your shoe back on and I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” I put her on my shoulders.
When we get back to the picnic area, Yuko-hime is waiting for us. I lift the girl down and put her into Yuko-hime’s arms and the girl cuddles in.