Last night I had some very trippy dreams. Usually my dreams are pretty strange and surreal, (perhaps it’s the writer in me? I don’t know), but last night’s in particular… Well.
The first dream I had the lovely Lissa, my boss, and I were touring Japan. We got trapped on this old wooden bridge during a tsunami, and then the yakuza attacked us. It was very vivid, and a tad frightening (as in, the dream itself bridged on nightmare).
THEN, the next dream, I lived in this underground post-apocalyptic community, where everything was steel bunkers and old sewer lines and raggedy clothes. In this one, there were these wooden jig-saw puzzle/models (the kind you get at hobby stores and put together) of dragons, that were coming to life and breathing fire on people.
FINALLY, to wrap up the night, I was Steve Rogers (yes, as in Captain America–although he/I was more like a darker version of Commander Rogers from the Ultimates…) from some distant point in the future. At one point he/I had said I was over 700 years old. I had come from the future back to our (? time travel is confusing…) time, to stop Max from The Losers from taking over the world a la Hitler-style with a radical group of neo-Nazis he gotten together. There were lots of laser guns and cyborgs, and Tron-like outfits.
Anyway, I don’t think I am even going to attempt to analyse what these dreams may have meant. If you’d like a shot at it, knock yourself out. I’m just going to sit here and sip my coffee, and give my obviously over-heated brain a break.
Oh, and in other, more exciting news, my psuedo-brother (we’re like soul-siblings! The brother I never had, if it wasn’t for the fact I have a biological brother already…) finally got an XBox 360 so we can finally play online together! Yay!
Catch you later!