Thursday, December 19, 2013

Dream Journal Thirty-seven.


Perhaps I should only journal my dreams after another night has passed. Regardless, I shall delve in:

 

The dream was epic, of the proportions of those Jak and Daxter dreams wherein I would find myself in sprawling cityscapes. It would haveall the ornate intricacy of a dream from the Alexandra period, and yet there were places one could wander off to, like hidden areas in a  video game map, wherein someone could discover something strange and almost sinister.

 

Where in the previous dream Mother must have  charged me with  a quest,this time  it was Maria.

 

There were several skyscrapers and ‘apartment buildings fourteen stories high’* in a desert field.A contest wasenacted by virtue of which agroup of contestants were challenged to find a Bomb.

 

* ‘Ghost’–Neutral Milk Hotel.

 

The events unfolded literally like a Teen Titans episode in several parts.I knew that I had some special advantage over the others in locating the Bomb.

 

It was not until I succeeded that I learned that I had been just a pawn in a criminal mastermind’s plan.

 
Somehow, I was doomed to die and become reincarnated to re-live the final two segments of the episode, over and  over again.            dm.A.A.

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