Dreamscape

Vague one. All I can remember is that it involved my older brother Gavin and the summer camp we used to work at. The rest eludes me, which is annoying.

Last night’s was ridiculously vivid. Dreamed that I was still living back in my old house, along with my family including my grandmother. I should note that since then my parents’ve divorced and my grandmother has died, so it’s a fantastic situational rollback. I wasn’t any younger than I am now, so it was confusing at first. Especially because I couldn’t tell it was a dream.

So, dude kept breaking into my grandmother’s apartment. Just to hang out. Didn’t understand that it was wrong or didn’t care. Often came armed in some fashion. In the dream I finally got fed up and kept one of my pistols on me. When he broke in I ordered him to lie facedown on the floor and then shot him in the back of the head.

The rest of the dream dealt with evidence and whether I was going to be prosecuted. I got rid of the gun but think that was the only evidence concealment I engaged in. Then was involved in three different conversations about whether I’d be prosecuted. No idea if I was or not. I woke up before that point.

I’m sick as hell right now, so I’m sleeping a lot. Slept from like 4pm yesterday until 5AM today, which is INCREDIBLE for me. Dreamed all night. Don’t think I stopped. A few of the dreams I only had vague hints of, but there were two sequential dreams that I remember perfectly.

Dream One: we’re on a starship that’s built for pursuit and fighting. We have some universal mandate, I think, for patrol and hunting. I am not the captain, but I’m high up on the pecking order. Some kind of consultant-guy who built the new weapon on board. I have a rather adversarial relationship with the captain, partly because he’s a douchebag, partly because he’s been ordered to take orders from me when I give them, and partly because at one point in the dream I have loud sex with his nineteen year old daughter.

In any event: we’re pursuing two rogue ships that manage to go a little faster than us and hide in the middle of an interplanetary standoff. Seems one planet has amassed an armada of ships and looks like it wants to invade another planet. Monitoring transmissions and meetings, though, it seems that the standoff is ebbing and all will be resolved peacefully. And then idiot captain thinks he spots the ships we’re pursuing and fires. And destroys the wrong ship. And so the interplanetary war is back on and the two sides start pounding the shit out of each other while we slink away, whistling inconspicuously.

Dream Two: same roles. Same people. We’re pursuing another criminal ship and manage to corner them between us and a planet. The planet? Earth. Current day. So I’m pretty sure that while we were human (on our ship, I mean) we weren’t Earthlings. The criminal ship starts charging up its main gun after we hail it; they can’t see us, though, since we have some awesome supercloak. Idiot Captain decides it’s time to test out our new weapon, a massive Kinetic Spike gun. I warn him about the nearness of the planet but he waves it off, says we need a backstop anyway. Fires the weapon and three huge kinetic spikes shear straight through the enemy ship, destroying it, and impact on Earth with devastating results.

Thereupon commences long and exhaustive conversations about how responsible we are for the disaster and whether we (as in our whole intra-universal organization, not just our ship) should help them or not. I think there’s a hint of Haiti in the end here, but that may just be a cheap and easy reference for me.

In any case, both sound like the start to a good story. Which I may follow up on, despite how many freaking open projects I have right now.

Had a dream that I was in the same world as Inglorious Basterds working with Brad Pitt’s character. We both got caught, got tortured, and then managed to escape. Details were kind of sketchy on this one, I only remembered it vaguely once I woke up. Blew me wide awake though, after two hours of sleep.

i broke my brain. I mean, I don’t wanna trade it in. I like my brain, I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I’m pretty sure I broke it. Probably voided the warranty, too.

Slept for maybe three hours. Sat bolt upright in bed, wide awake. Pretty sure one of the characters in a story I’m writing woke me up.

No, I’m not hearing voices. Well, not really. More like an intuited conversation? I don’t think I dreamed about her. But she told me that I need to kill her in the story. Which sucks, because I like her. She’s a good person, and doesn’t deserve to be killed. But, to steal a line from Eastwood’s Unforgiven, “deserve” has got nothing to do with it.

When your characters are waking you up and telling you to kill them? Pretty good sign your brain is broken.

So I more or less went from Thursday Night until Saturday afternoon without sleep. Had a drink this afternoon and that finally chilled me enough to give in to exhaustion.

And then I dreamed. Epically.

I was in an urban skyscraper that had been retasked as one giant hackable amusement park. The goal was to get from the ground floor to the top floor through lockpicking, breaking and entering, simulated force, however you could manage it really.

Ground floor: gearing up. Basically a bunch of store-type places where you could pick whatever gear you wanted. Lockpicks, B&E gear, electronic gear, ropes and climbing gear, etc. Also, guns loaded with simunition.

Second floor: a plethora of trainers to actually train you how to use the gear, if you so wished.

Third floor: looks like a lobby. The true start to the game.

The point was to make it to the top. If you did it all in one go, you won a big cash prize. There were also bonus missions on some floors that garnered you prizes or advantages if you completed the task successfully. If security caught you, you had to go back down one level. The closed circuit surveillance system was hooked into the internet so people could actually watch from home.

Funnest. Fucking. Dream. Ever. Got woken up early from it due to a text message, though, so I missed the end. But am in a fabulous mood because of it!

If I’m ever rich? I am so building this fucking amusement park in a skycraper.

Dreamed for eight straight hours about being a cyberpunk spy ducking in and out of all the incomplete skyscrapers in Dubai. Intense freaking dream. Totally turning it into a story. (It’s also related to stuff I’ve been reading about a hit squad killing a Hamas bigwig recently in his Dubai hotel, I imagine. Fascinating story.)

Dreamed I was visiting a town full of vampires who liked turning other people into vampires as a community-building exercise. They were trying to turn me, not knowing I was a vamp already. I was playing along. Woke up before the end, though.

dreamed of cupcakes today. Nothing particularly interesting, but they looked DELICIOUS. Baked by these serious Italians no less.

Dreamed that I was a professional journalist and just hired on at an independent paper. Got hit on by at least three female-coworkers and then chased by government agents. My dreams are awesome.