Civic Duty

Last night I dreamt that I was traveling to work via a tour boat not unlike the one I boarded to tour the Thames.

If only this is how I got to work each day!

When I reached port I took a short cut path through some brush, the road less traveled.


My choice did make all the difference because just off the path I saw an unidentified but out of place piece of junk:


I suppose since it was Arbor Day, I picked up this piece of junk and took it to work.

At work a mish mosh of past and present co-workers from my real life all let me know that the government was looking for that piece of junk. Turns out it was a vital missile prototype that could cause great danger.

Leave it to the government to develop a missile that rouses giant gorillas!

It also turned out that the government was offering a $5,000 reward for the thing! All right!


Now comes the anxiety point in the dream: All I wanted to do was get down to the government and turn in the missile junk to get my cash money, but I had too much work to do. All my co-workers kept bugging me and piling things up on my desk, things like:

Stacks of paper

Dirty dishes

Gifts that needed wrapping

And piles of babies

Just another day at the office getting in the way of my government pay out!

Turning Japanese

I watched the Japanese anime film Paprika the other day.

It is all about a machine that is invented to enable psychotherapists to record and watch their patient's dreams.

Of course the device gets into the wrong hands and all dream hell breaks loose. The main characters have some crazy and layered dreams, complete with parades, scary clowns, creepy dolls, dead relatives and giant robots.

And I thought I had bad!

The animation is incredible and the soundtrack is gorgeous. The plot is, well, it is what it is and that is all I have to say about that..I guess this is not exactly my genre to review!

Hazzard

I was having an intense chase dream a few weeks ago. I was running and trying to gain distance between my enemy and my person.

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I had an unidentified accomplice who I was shouting commands and common chase exclamations at:

"Let's split up!"

"Watch out!"

"Don't look back!"

At the climax of the dream, my commands became audible to my sleeping cat and husband.

Within the dream, I saw a friendly vehicle up ahead and I made a "General Lee Leap" into the car...

...then I woke up laying with my back on the radiator. I had made the "General Lee Leap" right out of my bed!

Killer baby dream

This morning I had a dream about a newborn baby who was thought to be terrorizing the neighborhood. There was a rash of people being killed by large objects landing on them in their sleep- an armoire or a large oak desk for instance.


Everyone was living in fear and they were tired of cleaning up the messes each day.

For some reason I was brought in to solve the crime and I took to stalking the babe. The baby belonged to Miranda from Sex and the City. I suppose it was Brady when he was a newborn.


It turns out that invisible forces were helping the baby (or using the baby?) to manipulate these large objects a wreak havoc on the adults. The motive was unclear to me.

With my help, a series of traps was set to prevent the baby from further harming humanity.

The baby was secured as a threat and, though my dream cut off at that point, will probably go on to support the military or the mob.