(It’s supposed to be an iPad.)
I was playing a zombie game on some sort of device – sometimes it was a computer, other times a cellphone, it was ambiguous. It was a zombie game that used information about your position and environment to create a correspondingly accurate zombie apocalypse scenario in the game. It was augmented reality in a way, as you perhaps had to move around in the game by moving around in the device.
Now of course, it being a dream, things did not remain that simple.
A pretty varied dream. A vary varied dream. Varily, a veriety. I was walking along with friends and suddenly was flying above it all, flying above the telephone lines. As I soared through the air I looked down to see endless fields in all direction, divided by an intermittent and inconsistent network of fences, lit by the setting sun. Often my unconscious has difficulty with scale in these sorts of situations, but the men I saw below appeared quite tiny, but scurried around at great speed. They were in grey uniforms with little caps that suggested to me somehow that they were Chinese, a sort of Chinese agricultural military. They were going to their living area at the end of the day of farming but appeared to move randomly, following each other in circles, getting confused, and the whole thing was a confused cluster with straight and curved lines of people moving off of it.
I was dungeon exploring. There was a hill that appeared to be the ruins of an ancient city. At the top was a well-preserved temple surrounded by orchards of trees. The top floor of the temple had no walls, but did have a ceiling, and was filled with all kinds of moving panels, rotating pillars, and all kinds of other stone contraptions. Some may have been traps or puzzles for the dungeon diver to figure out, but others seemed to serve no clear purpose, and may have simply served the temple’s religious functions (which makes a lot more sense than installing traps and puzzle rooms).
When I ventured deeper to the underground levels of the dungeon, I found a varied network of halls and rooms lit by torches. In one room there was a raised walkway that passed over a large door, with stairways leading down. I went down the stairway to find that the door was open and led to tunnel going even deeper, to the secret depths of the temple that I sought. It was guarded by a giant spider, a strange gleaming disc shaped one that was kinda beautiful (but also frightening). It began chasing me away from this entranceway, but I was smarter – I ran up the stairs, and then when it followed, I leapt down to the floor below and ran through the entrance that it had inadvertently abandoned.
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.
A giant in the Toronto Library, he controlled three people. I don’t remember this part so much. The other part was about me wandering across the countryside, trying to get somewhere, or away from someone, and coming across a small town. I suspect I was casing houses to rob, as I remember walking across back yards and looking carefully at the houses.
One house was decrepit, and much of it was covered with spiderwebs. I also spotted spiders everywhere, it was loaded with them. I could not believe how every part of the house and it’s property was infested with spiders of every possible variety. I soon learned that this house was a special landmark and historical whatever. One of the last American slaves had lived here. Continue reading
What was last night’s dream about? It’s hard to even tell. I was living in an apartment with some female college students. We were all moving out and going our separate ways, but I think possibly I wanted to stay longer and was asking them to do the same. Continue reading
I was a teenager, staying in this massive mansion in the middle of the woods. It was based on my friend SD’s parent’s house but was quite a bit more mansiony. The people I was staying there with were all teenage punks. I got the distinct impression that there were no adults, that we were sort of squatting at this luxurious place, and it had a sort of Lost Boys (and Girls) feel. I also got the impression that something had happened in the outside world and while we were having fun at this punk mansion, we were also there as refugees from a world that we could not return to. Continue reading
There was evil water from a creek or spring. Wherever it was poured, plants would grow evil and seek to kill and spread and kill. It was also a poison. I was afraid of it, it represented the possibility of all life on Earth being extinguished.
I remember almost nothing of this dream aside from the fact that I was walking across a wide metal bridge spanning a ravine in the middle of a rocky wilderness with some people, and my friend Daniella fell through a hole in said bridge. We rushed to the far side to help her out, and she seemed to have sprained an ankle. As the others were helping her, I found a bunch of creatures crawling across some rocks. They were about the size of two human hands, flat and dry looking. Very much like a combination of crabs and butterflies. They had no bodies, just a bit where their rumpled and leaflike ‘wing shell’ clusters met in the center. I tried twice and failed to accurately reproduce them – one image is too batlike and has a body, the other is too gross and spiderlike. The curious thing is that they did not fill me with revulsion, just curiosity. Continue reading
On a journey on foot across the countryside with some other men. Post apocalyptic feel. We came across some rocky terrain, and there was a sudden dip to this ravine, surrounded by cliffs. There was the wreckage of a large crashed helicopter – lying on its side – but there was something more at the bottom of the ravine. If you peered over the edge of the ravine you could see some sort of structure about four floors down. It might have been another craft that had crashed, or a military shelter or base that had been abandoned. The ravine was steep – unnaturally so, so that the walls may have actually curved almost in the fashion of cliffs in cartoons. Continue reading