I really
debated whether or not to
write this dreamlog, as I am sure it has some
dark and
hidden meaning, likely having to do with some
childhood trauma or some such thing. Here is what I can remember, in all its
disturbing circus finery.
I was in
prison for some crime I was sure I was
guilty of. It was a dirty old
turn of the century "you're going to die and the rats will eat you" prison. All
stone and
ironwork. Regardless of my guilt, I was
free to
roam the corridors and chat with my fellow
inmates. Several are recognizable
supervillains from
comic books and
movies. After stopping for a cup of
tea, which tasted strangely
sweet, I notice my hair is
blue while passing a
mirror. This upsets me greatly. I start a
riot by
strangling a guard, after he calls me "
Blueboy". During the
riot, the prison starts to
melt, eventually becoming a faceless
department store with extremely
high ceilings.
Stock is being moved around the store by
cloaked figures, dressed like
Ringwraiths. They operate titanic pipework
ladders on tiny
wheels, and they glide up and down with the boxes as though they are
floating. I am seemingly
stuck in the area where they sell
bicycles. The bikes hang by their front wheels in ordered rows all the way to the roof. They number in the
thousands.
I mysteriously have a
boxed cake in my
possession at this point, which I must deliver to
Patrick Stewart. I open the box to examine the
cake and it begins to play a little
movie. The
decorations begin sliding about and a stirring
soundtrack full of
violins is blasting from all
sides. The cake, which now seems more like an elaborate
cookie, is in the
three dimensional shape of the
USS Enterprise, as it would look if crafted by a
drunk three year old. In distinct
neon green scriptive
icing, the words "
USS Congratulations" is spelled out, and the faces of
C-list Canadian television personalities, printed on
grainy sugar candies, pop up and complete what would be the
saucer section of the
ship.
I remember feeling
infinitely embarrassed to be tasked with delivering the
monstrosity, at which point a
cobweb like
Saran wrap tendril wrapped the cookie up and
smeared all the icing.
I
woke up extremely confused at this point.
My first thought was: "
WTF was that?"
My second though was: "Is there a
gas leak in here?"
After finding no
poisonous hallucinogenic gases, my third and final thought was: "I hope I remember enough of this to
node it tomorrow."