I was a Batman-like superhero in a city perpetually shrouded in shadow (not pictured). It was a massive maze of buildings that extended seemingly infinitely in all directions, including up and down. I glided downwards through a section of the city (that seemed like a pit make of buildings going infinitely downwards but occasionally curving around in different directions) and reflected on how safe and sound the city was in spite of the darkness.
I was part of a highschool student detective agency, which was sort of like a school club that met at lunch. We were working on a case together, but we didn’t keep files on everything, so it relied on their and my terrible memories.
There was a girl who could make herself a cyclopse, or grow an eye on her forehead.
I started writing down some case info on a chalk board to realize that I could not read what was written. It kept changing. I had to focus to make it spell anything, but as soon as I stopped it turned into an indistinct vagueness. This is when I realized I was dreaming.Continue reading
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 could fly. This is one of the few flight dreams that was straight up awesome through and through. I had a big, detailed city to fly through. It wasn’t the vague type of city that sometimes appears in my dreams, without any defining or memorable features. It also didn’t suffer from scale issues that sometimes crop up in dreams where I navigate large areas. I remember flying between high-rise buildings, seeing sunrise over the skyline, spotting graffiti, and generally enjoying my soaring adventures through a varied and interesting cityscape.
It wasn’t all sunshine and roses though. In this dream, my estranged friend/former roommate MH was trying to kill me. It was odd. He didn’t seem angry or hateful of me. He just thought I sucked and thought I should be destroyed. But he wasn’t particularly diligent about it either – he was content to let me float around this building he and his friends (and possibly his bandmates) were partying on the top floors of and get made fun of by he and they. They would say all kinds of things, like that I was shit and couldn’t do anything and no girl would ever love me and soforth. This might sound like it’s the dream of someone with low self esteem, but honestly while they were saying this stuff I kept thinking “well, that’s demonstrably untrue, so clearly these friends of his are dumb and have dumb opinions“.
To be honest I have no idea how he actually tried to kill me. I assume remotely through poison, but I don’t really know. His reasons are mysterious but I suspected they were related to his political philosophies and the fact that I had powers. (Maybe they were bad for the environment?) I felt safe enough hovering nearby and trying to defend myself somewhat and trying to convince him that I was alright (it bothered me that he had an opinion of me that apparently required him to try to kill me). MH was kinda a jerk, but not a mean-spirited one, so this whole thing seemed a little odd. A while back when I seriously pissed him off and hurt his feelings real bad, he never retaliated by being a dick or anything. So it was weird.
This part is insane and difficult for me to wrap my waking mind around: At one point I tried to convince him that I was ok because I thought up a new international passport standard. Instead of everyone having passports, I used my powers to teleport all passports into my possession, then sort them and then place them inside a single omni-passport that I then banished to another dimension. That passport could be referenced but never taken, because it didn’t exist.
Anyway, I would alternate between exploring the city and talking to him. One time when I was flying out over the city towards the sunset, I saw that giant skyscraper-sized Daleks were crawling across the city, decimating everything in their path, and converting all matter to armies of regular-sized Daleks that swarmed in legions beneath them.
I was Green Arrow. I had learned – from reading a comic book actually – that Superman was unknowingly host to a civilization of tiny people who found a way of surviving in his body. I feel like they were probably Kryptonians (from Kandor?). So my sidekick – I don’t even remember who my sidekick was – is scaling the side of an apartment skyscraper and I remember thinking “what an idiotic way to get inside a building”. And really, it is. There’s plenty of ways you could sneak into a building that are a thousand times safer, or you could scale the building on the outside in plain view of the world and be easily spotted (including by someone inside the actual building). Plus, it would take for damn ever, and you’d be too tired for superhero business when you finally got to the right floor.
I was rocketing around the city, going from one place to another, just enjoying the commute in a way that for once did not involve reading a novel, oggling a pretty lady commuter, or playing a game on my cellphone. All those things are lame compared to the thrill of absolute freedom of movement (within three dimensions, at least).Continue reading
I was in school. It was actually a school that I’m starting to realize has featured prominently in several of my dreams, yet it doesn’t exist, and I cannot think of any possible basis that may have inspired it. I’ll call it the Windowless Classroom School. It is characterized by classrooms in a probably-upstairs hall who’s chalkboards/teacher’s area faces the door, and the door is exactly in the centre of the room. The classrooms are not lit as brightly as they usually are, and there are no windows. The walls are not white as they usually are – if I had to define them, I’d say they were either wood panelled, particle board, or panels of those hole-y wood stuff often used in garages and workshops to affix things to hooks. They generally have a workshop feel to them. The rooms feel comfortable, despite the fact that I almost never enjoy these dreams. The floor plan most resembles OTHS, where I spent my final year of HS, but only just vaguely and possibly merely coincidentally.Continue reading