Bizarre Dreams... or PROPHETIC VISIONS?! You be the Judge!

The other night I had a couple of particularly interesting dreams, and I feel like recording my memories of them. So, that's what I'm going to do. Much of this, of course, won't make much sense; thus is the nature of dreams. Still, you might find it interesting.

I don't remember how the first dream began, but at some point I suddenly found myself on a "jet ski" of some sort being dropped in the middle of the ocean. This jet ski looked like an upturned picnic table, with two wooden planks sticking up at the front; I guess they were the controls. I had with me a small packet of papers I was meant to deliver somewhere. Also aboard the jet ski picnic table were a girl who may have been my sister, and her dad (but somehow not my dad.) While I was trying to prevent my packet of papers from being blown into the ocean, suddenly the girl's dad fell off the jet ski, and instead of being in the middle of the ocean, we were now on some sort of small, murky pond outside of some sort of crypt or ruins. I tried to turn the jet ski table around to look for the girl's dad, but it was dark now, and I had to use some sort of search light to see into the water. Wherever I shone the light, the water was perfectly clear, and I noticed some old, rotten bones at the bottom of the pond. I shone the light in a different spot and saw another skeleton. I looked elsewhere, but wherever I looked, I found human skeletons. I soon realized that this whole pond was completely full of gruesome skeletons. At that point, I decided it was time to stop looking for the girl's father and just get the hell out of there. I pulled the jet ski table up to the entrance of the nearby crypt and went inside. We weren't in there long before we were attacked by some ghosts. I tried to fend the ghosts off with the force of my will, but after several failed attempts, I was forced to realize I don't actually have any psychic powers. So I fled from the ghosts and found a flight of stairs that led up into a temple. One of the ghosts followed me up the stairs, and I knocked a statue over to try and stop it; of course, the statue just fell straight through the ghost, but fortunately there was some sort of priestess nearby who was able to trap the ghost in the statue, and we were safe. I looked at the priestess for a bit, expecting her to say something, maybe ask who I was or what I was doing there, but she just looked at me like I was supposed to know what to say. Instead I just patted her on the shoulder, sort of a "nice job getting rid of that ghost" gesture. She seemed to lose interest then and wandered off. That's about when I woke up.

My memories of the next dream aren't quite so clear, but I feel like writing them anyway. Again, the details of where it began are lost to me, but I remember wandering around some sort of countryside, climbing hills and jumping around on old castle walls, avoiding monsters that were wandering around. Eventually I found myself in the substructure of this nearby castle, being chased by some sort of dinosaur. As always, I couldn't run fast enough to get away, so I tried to dodge around corners to evade it. This didn't do any good, because the walls were made of loose boards that the dinosaur easily smashed through. What happened next is kind of fuzzy; I'm not sure if I was the one who did it, or if someone else showed up and I took over their point of view, but whoever it was grabbed the dinosaur by the neck and threw it all around, smashing it through the walls and knocking it out.

I think about then I woke up in my bed and realized the power must have gone out; both the clock and my watch were flashing weird symbols, indicating they needed to be reset. I needed to turn on a light to reset them, but when I tried turning on the lamp next to my bed the bulb blew out. For some reason I was reluctant to actually get out of bed, but I had to in order to turn on the overhead lights, so I did. The switch on the wall didn't do anything, so I realized I had to use the pull chains on the light instead. The first chain I tried only turned on the fan, and when I tried the second chain, it only turned on one of the four lights at a time, which didn't provide enough light to reset my watch. I think it was about then that I actually woke up.

The last bit of that second dream reminds me of that movie Justin and I saw when we were at Chris' place in Kansas City. "The Waking Life," or something like that? I forget. Anyway, I just remember they talked about how you can't read things or affect lighting in dreams.

Also, I know that a lot of the imagery in these dreams was clearly inspired by Oblivion; the crypt and temple in the first dream looked just like locations in that game, and the priestess was clearly based on a dark elf; the countryside in the second dream also reminded me of some of the outdoor locations in Oblivion.

Anyway, that's my dream journal for today. Hopefully nothing like this will happen again for a while.

Until next time, may your jet ski/picnic table never break down, and may you always beat the crap out of any dinosaurs that try to eat you.