For the first time in I don't know
how long, I actually woke up being able to remember my dream, and of course if would be one of those conglomerate brain fart
dreams. In the dream I was almost like a character in a story; I knew most of what I would do already. In this story, I was going to go to deal with some evil
entity that had called upon the souls of children who had died
wrongfully and been pitched down a long dry well. I was there to see the head evil guy setting up the plot. He had manipulated a beautiful Korean minion woman to do his bidding. He was represented by a staff that was over 6 feet tall with a tufty head of orange bristle hair and large bug eyes
made out of a plum sized seeds. Yet he was alive, like the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz
. She went up to him, touched his "face" and smiled at the evil things he had been predicting he would do just before I was able to hear them talking. It was like I walked into the middle of conversation and the people speaking did not know I was there.
I felt like I was on the scene of a movie, because when that scene ended, I was off the clock. It was cold where I was and the streets were icy. There was a group of people in my trailer, people I recognized were from my current job, auto painters, body men, all sitting at one of those trailer tables bolted to the floor next to a bathroom in the back. One of them came out of the bathroom and breezed by me; I recognized him as our painter's assistant, but he didn't seem to recognize me. As he walked by, I smelled peanuts.
I walked to the front where there were these arcade games and began talking to a rather large guy about my age about the next scene, where I am to go confront the evil entity. I was nervous about it, but I knew I had to do it, even though I was scared; I knew already that the script wrote for me to succeed, so I had only to overcome my own fear of failure. He was taller than I was and really stocky, fat even, not the kind of guy I go for. We began kissing, pressing up to the wall behind a video game, making quite a scene of ourselves. All the time it was going on, I was thinking "Why on earth am I doing this?" but again it felt like a scripted part, a role to play, so I went with it. He suggested that we go for a drive and in his words, "fog up some windows." We walked outside and saw a couple other cars and their drivers sliding all over the street trying to right themselves on the ice . It looked more like a derby, like they were playing drunk chicken in slow motion.
Then I woke up. I never did get to conquer that demon. I get about 5 hours of sleep on a good night, on the average. Maybe next time I'll have more time.