Last night I had an unusually long dream that I was a member of the inner circle of a vampiric cult. We were led by a demonic woman who had purchased a brothel in an old Mediterranean town. Our goal was to impregnate one of the prostitutes with the second coming of our god Aen working on advice I had given our leader.
Two of the prostitutes escaped by jumping out the window into the ocean. I swam after them and caught one, but the other turned and stared at me with what would later be described as the Eyes of Aen. I was rebuked for letting that one escape and I left soon afterward, disillusioned with what we had done.
The next part of my dream that I remember found me settled in a distinctly modern home with my wife and children. A huge blackbird flew in through the window and wreaked all kinds of havoc. I chased it out only to see an entire flock of its kind waiting in the trees above. I could hear the voice of my former leader say, “You told me to breed and now you’ll see the fruit of my labors.” I knew that she had infested the forest with her power and that I would die.
Last night I had a dream that I was sitting at a table in a restaurant with a man I didn’t recognize. Even after explaining it over and over, he still wasn’t understanding why Don Cheadle’s power-armor in Iron Man 3 was called Iron Patriot. I didn’t think it was that hard to get.
Last night I had a dream that I was the Royal Admiral of a fleet of airships that ruled the sky. All my vessels were stylized to look like colorful fish with big fan-like fins and big painted eyes. Some bristled with cannons which came in handy when scummy sky-pirates attacked. I convinced their leader to step down when I showed him my sweet ship-side greenhouse. Pirates need their oranges!
Last night I had a dream that I’ve had once before. I was living with my parents in this palatial house and as I walked through its rooms, I found a framed picture of me wearing clothes that I never owned. Eventually, memories came flooding back to me. In a tearful confrontation, my parents confirmed it: I murdered the original me when I realized I was his clone. The act of taking his life so traumatized me that I suppressed the memory entirely. My parents, seeing that I was so broken, took me in and treated me as if I were their own son.
Last month, I had a dream that I was on a swim team populated entirely by my friends. When it came time to change into suits for our competition in this mammoth athletic center, everyone had matching gold speedos, but all I had were my dad’s black trunks that have rainbow mollusks on them.
I felt so embarrassed that I ran out and found myself in a big line for a musical being put on in a stadium. I tried to get away, but ended up stumbling through both the lights and the orchestra and stepped in front of some TV cameras as the show started. I found my seat and then woke up.
Last week I had a dream and the only thing I can remember is that I wore a glowing coppery crown in the style of a laurel wreath and said (to someone?), “Foolish creature. See you not the fangs and fire that grow within me?”
Last night I had a dream that I was a member of this very nicely art-directed team of monster hunters in a Final Fantasy-like medieval world. Each kill was making me a little crazy until, after slaying a resplendent cockatrice, I completely cracked. I rose up into the sky and out into space and found out that the stars were just lights on string. I floated up to the sun and devoured it.