DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

Poop. I had 2 memorable ones. And I actually had both still, when I woke up, but I forgot the first. And the other one...the trouble with dreams is, they're a lot cooler when you're having them. When you stop and analyze them you realize all the stupid, senseless aspects that were just glossed over when you were having them.

So. There's some kind of Enemy. And we're fighting it. A little bit fantasy, a little bit modern world. So me and someone important--a prince/knight sort--open this buried chest and I'm going to take this sword but he wants it, so I see a different sword and go to take that but he decides he wants that one more so I take the first sword. The second sword is very much a 3 Musketeers rapier sort, while the one I wind up with is more of a proto-rapier--it's long and fairly thin but wider and with a cross-hilt instead of the more developed rapier hilts. Oh! I just remembered the other dream. And actually I think it was the second dream, not the first. Anyway, I take the sword and a few other accoutrements to create a cool badass look for going into battle and hop on my bicycle to ride off to join the fight. I get there and draw my sword, only to find out it is badly bent and useless--like "slammed in a car door" bent. Disgusted I abandon the people I was supposed to be helping and leave.

The other dream is decidedly weirder and more involved. I'm part of some superhero team and aliens are invading. So I'm trying to suit up but I haven't superheroed in awhile and can't find all my stuff. Also, one of the other heroes was tidying up and put some of it away, possibly. So I've got the tights on but I need the gloves and boots and utility belt--that sort of thing--and they just aren't there. There's, like, a boot and maybe the gloves, but a lot of it turns out to be exciting underwear that happens to be the same color as my boots and gloves. So it's kind of an uncomfortable question, why there's so much exciting underwear in with my super stuff and the invasion is progressing to the point that there's no time to find any more stuff and I have to go superhero with what I've got. On top of that, it turns out the aliens are seeking out hosts to sort of mate with/possess and I'm a prime, desirable candidate, so I have to hide and set up a sort of zombie apocalypse last stand. Now the alien landing is depicted akin to an early video game or perhaps a heads-up display: There are computer screen green parachute icons, floating down from the sky with a 5 point star hanging from them with variations to show what kind of alien they are. The goal is to destroy them in the air, where they're helpless, because once they land they have powers. Of course I realize how useless I am because not only are the aliens trying to catch me, I don't have any shoes on or my utility belt so I really don't have any means of fighting them.

OK. Incoherent school dream:

Trying to get some project done before break and I'm stuck waiting on other people. I'm pestering them and finally one of them says "we're all caught up; we're as far as we can go for now" and it turns out the deadline isn't break; it's vacation, not the end of the term. Some of the other students on the project go on to bemoan things they've got to get finished still but this was all I had so I head out to go on break. This starts out in a library, conference room, or other common area but turns into, like, a mountain trail. And at first I think I'm driving in my car but later I think I'm on foot. At any rate, a woman is catching up to me on the way down and I take it personally that she would be faster moving than me so I'm going as fast as is safe but eventually she passes me. I try to pass her but she manages to stay ahead of me and eventually we get to the bottom, which turns into a sort of lobby/foyer instead of the bottom of a mountain trail. (At this point some of the people from the study group are with me again.) But somehow it isn't the building exit we'd usually use. It's like the college has interconnecting "skyways" or tunnels between buildings and this is some other school/college. Some weird veteran's group is set up on the lobby, pestering people, and they won't let us pass. We're almost out the door but they want to show us some video so I make it clear that I am a veteran and tell them if they have a video of an A-10 Warthog, blowing shit up, we'll watch it. They don't, so they let us leave.