Dream Log: February 4, 2001

There had been a nuclear war, and the civilization of earth had decaded into tribal system, with survived people living in the ruined cities. They had learned to live by hunting and farming, but they were dependant of water, which they got only from merchants. I was one of them, a man with an airship, earning my living by transporting water from the shrunken seas to the poor creatures down on the surface. My ship was smaller than medium, with two large red gas-filled wings, and a small cabin under them. It had a small bunk bed, cooking equipment from pre-war time, and an opening for the steering seat. The seat was somewhat like a dentists chair, bolted outside the front of the ship with maxium visibility to every direction, and it had levers and pedals with metal wires going to different parts of the ship. Under the ship there were hooks for cargo, and a large water balloon-like container was stuffed inside the cabin at the moment. Above the red wings there were six small engines with chains going up to the rotors those looked like floating circle sawblades.

At the moment, I didnt have any shipments to make, so I decided to head for nearest merchant town. Merchants practically lived in their airships, and they hardly never stepped on ground, so even their cities were vast floating complexes. I started the engines, and after a few tries I had gotten all of them running. The sawblades pulled the ship forward with their chains, and soon I could see the floating city above the clouds. It had a roof made from ermonous flat balloons, and below them opened a gold-colored complex structure, looking almost like an ornamental temple. I docked my airship next to few others and stepped in from a door on the side of the docking corridor pointing out from one side of the city. I felt good to stretch my legs by walking for a while, and got into a room where local security put drunken merchants to sleep their heads clear. I went there just to sleep in a comfortable bed. When I woke up, a security guard greeted me since there werent too many merchants to remember, and gave me my gloves. I dont remember why, but it was sort of a law that in cities, everyone had to wear gloves, so I put mine on and went to the central marketplace. It was a round area with a fountain in the center of it, lots of shops around it, and a few benches to sit on. I sat on one of them, and an old merchant in leather jacket came to talk to me, but I woke up..

Dream fragment:

I'm on the porch of what appears to be a lodge in Mongla. It's cold, foggy, and I can see prayer flags. Suddenly, a tornado funnel, black as coal smoke, descends from the clouds. We all grab hold of the porch as the wind picks up. It's totally silent except within a few feet of the funnel, which seems to have an intelligence, feeling it's way along the porch, flinging teacups, maps, cards and lamps into the air.

Boards from the lodge are being pried off and sucked into the sky. I hold on for dear life, squinting against the terrifying wind. An elderly Japanese man runs up the path, dropping an armful of gardening tools. The funnel approaches and he falls flat, grabbing the nearest thing, my legs. I can feel his boney hands clutching at me and see the fear in his eyes. But I can't let go to help him.

He looks me in the eyes, almost sadly, as the black tentacle of wind sweeps him away.

I close my eyes, and feel the funnel engulf me, then I'm airborne, gone. It's utterly silent.

Another detective story. I was hired by the lovely Andrea Knudsen to investigate something which now eludes my memory. In fact, all I remember is one scene as I was leaving my house, walking down the hill. I had plenty of Magic: the Gathering cards with me in case things got rough. My deck was almost exclusively green, so I began by summoning four of those tree-things that you can tap to bring a 1/1 saproling counter into play I was going to use this ability a few times when I reached the crossroads, but before then I had to go and wake up. I think I also had something flying, but I can't imagine what it could have been.

I was getting on an exercise machine at the gym, one of the ones that asks your weight for the first thing so that it can figure out how many calories you're burning. This machine had a scale built in to it though, so it weighed you. I didn't realize this until I got onto the machine, and once I got on, I was stuck to the machine. I was in terror, the number kept going higher and higher and my mom and sister were both watching. I was crying and couldn't move and completely terrified and the number kept going higher.