I was in the African savannah, which was a bit like a cottage trip except you’d sometimes find a human corpse or see a guy who might be part of a militia that wants to kill you. None of the rest of it was comprehensible. I found some bones once.
Some sort of impending science fictiony disaster was going to affect a small town and it’s surroundings. I’m thinking lightning-rimmed dimensional gates opening and swallowing up chunks of it, stranding them in space or somewhere else they should not be and cannot exist. I remember observing this phenomenon from the cockpit of a flying vehicle, soaring through skyscrapers of machinery under a purple-red-yellow sky, and being repeatedly denied clearance to land.
In my dream last night, David Lynch told me that the new Muppets movie was not the Muppets movie he wanted, but the Muppets movie he needed.
There was a new real time strategy game. I remember begin very impressed with it, because it had day and night and sound, it counted the sound you made somehow. We were fighting someone in this game. They drove a truck in and shot the place up. They kidnapped our horse or donkey, and the rest of the dream was about rescuing this creature. We were worried they’d turn him to meat.
The dream involved:
Frogs that grew among rocks in a stream or brook. They would form as a sort of slime film around the rocks as the water lapped over them, and the slime would form together into a more complex life and eventually there would be a bed of frogs, all capable of mobility but just a shell around a non-being with no organs. There was an ongoing experiment on them. They made them form around balls of ice so they would become hollow once it melted, floppy piles of frog-coloured pasta. The scientists tried to place little machines inside the frogs so that the organic part would grow around the machine and serve as its biological exoskeleton. Possibly to spy on people.
This morning I was awoken by a voice whispering my name in my ear, only to discover that the voice originated within my own mind. For a few moments I was utterly terrified.
In my dream I had to get on a flight, but was super distracted. Kept stressing about being late, even though I was already at the airport; about having my stuff with me, which I sometimes did and sometimes didn’t; about having a certain food or drink before boarding the flight. I’m not sure what it was but I kept thinking about the ingredients and preparation of it and getting distracted and forgetting where I was.
There is a vampire and a man in a mansion or castle. The man is an artist.
The dream was about confronting evil, and fighting it. The man becomes a slave of the vampire, is controlled by him. His mind degrades and his journals become less and less coherent. His art becomes more like stock art, collage from reused items. I think he becomes anorexic at this point.
I had this dream while sleeping on the couch in my old college friend CC’s living room. It was a sort of sleep paralysis thing, where I thought I was awake in the living room. There was a figure that kept approaching me, or slowly receding away from me, down the hallway into the darkness. I think whatever it was took the form of a family member, a sister or my mother perhaps. It was a rather frightening ghostly apparition, and after a while I became aware that I was actually asleep, and began banging my foot on the floor repeatedly to wake myself up. When I did wake up I found my foot ached because I indeed had been controlling it in my sleep.
The dream chiefly concerned the attempts to survive outside of civilization by a small group of people. It was cold, very cold. I can only imagine things had gone bad in the cities, society had collapsed, and this is what forced us to such desperate living conditions.
The first habitat was built on the edge of a wooded area, not far from a highway in a mountainous area of the country. It was a school bus or a helicopter, or some vehicle that resembled both enough that I wasn’t sure. It didn’t provide much warmth, but it was something.