Brains!

I had the most amazingly vivid dream last night. It was exhilarating to say the least. Even though there were some things that seemed to be terrifying, depressing, and strange, I often don't feel that way upon reflection. It probably won’t make sense to you, but it will help me to keep from forgetting it.

Post apocalyptic for sure. I’m pretty sure there was evil government involved. We were being chased by people, a group of people.

I had companions: A girl who looked like this woman named Cathy Dicker I went to school with. Maybe I stuck with her, cause I know she’s got that adventurous survival instinct. A guy who looked like Paul Walker. And two other people that I can’t really remember much about.

Anyways I remember throwing tiles out of a window at attackers who were fighting with my friends below. The fight ended some how and I was cheering. I felt a strange sting on my shoulder, but I thought that it was just an itch, I was so happy we were winning I didn’t think to look. When I did I saw a small puncture wound, and I knew I had been stabbed by a needle. This large scary woman was standing over me, panting and sweating, as if it wasn’t in her daily routine to go around stabbing people with syringes.

In fact during the whole dream I felt like the normal order of things had definitely been thrown out of whack due to a monumental something or another. People were desperate, turning into animals; you know all the usual post apocalyptic hysteria that ensues when the world starts to crumble.

Anyway, back to being stabbed. So for some reason I knew I was going to start losing muscle function really quickly. Which is a common theme in my dreams, either massive blood loss or paralysis. The large lady tried to grab for me, as I hoisted myself on the banister of the staircase. Some how I trotted down the stairs, which I reflected in my dreaming state, would look like a rag doll flopping around. So that’s what I did, I flopped down the stairs. I got outside and fell limp on the floor, which was a courtyard apparently.

Now there were people marching in, and my companions were trying to sneak away. They were going to leave me. It occurred to me that they may have thought I was already dead. In which case I would not blame them for leaving, but I felt sure that wasn’t the case. I cried out, “Please help me!” I saw their faces, they began talking amongst themselves, and I hoped they were planning my rescue. Anyways, some how they grabbed me, without anyone noticing, and we started running. Rather I was leaning all my weight on the Walker dude, and being dragged along.

I think we must have been in some European city, but I got the sense it was very tropical outside. We were running along some cobble stone lane. However, these cobbles were a wonderful warm sandy color, which I thought was odd during an apocalyptic dream, to be in a such warm and relaxing environment, even cheery.

Anyway we came to this huge lot of brand new cars. “Look it’s our old ‘something-or-another’”. Now I’m saying ‘something-or-another’ because I forgot the name of the car, but it was a damn cool name! Anyways it was just a simple looking SUV, but I had the feeling that it had been through many adventures. It had served us well in the past.

We piled into it, me in the back seat with the Walker guy. There was camping gear and supplies stashed inside. I knew that this was a planned escape. We sped away, Walker guy propping me up against him. Suddenly we were out along the side of a great tropical cliff, down below the most beautiful ocean I had ever seen was crashing against the white sand shore.

We drove straight to it! I kissed the Walker guy out of pure glee, and wondered if we had something between us in dreamland, cause I don’t go kissing random guys. We drove right down to the water. I had regained my body control back, and for some reason was wearing a Speed Racer helmet. We all piled out of the car and began diving in and around the waves, in some ridiculous state of bliss.

I remember Walker getting stuck in Seaweed. He was going to drown. I was ripping with all my might at it, thinking “of course this would happen, can’t have the happy ending with the hot guy”. Anyway I did get him lose.

After that the dream kind of took a turn for the “wtf” side of things. It just stopped making sense. We made camp in the cliff and knew we were going to have to subsist. We grabbed flashlights and set out for the unknown. Which included going to a mall…hence the reason the dream stopped being really interesting, and I won’t tell the rest.