Dreams...

[sinanju]

Dream the First: We're going to war. Possibly nuclear war. So the government is deploying a nuclear shield.

Apparently my subconscious took the phrase "shield" rather literally. The sky darkens as something slides across the sky from the east. It's immense. It looks like it's hanging low enough that you can reach up and touch it, but that's only because it's so goddamn big! It's metal, it's fantastically huge and it resembles nothing so much as a lacework manhole cover blown up to to the size of a continent. It's also spinning at some godawful speed (some substantial fraction of C), which is--I somehow know--an intrinsic part of how it works. And it is in orbit so despite the oppressive feeling that you could be crushed at any moment, it's not going anywhere.

The sky remains twilight. Even as I'm standing on the ground staring at this thing, I somehow know that it isn't right and doesn't make sense. I even comment to my fellow stunned observers, "Just don't ask where they keep it when it isn't in use!"

The news is full of ominous reports and lots of discussion of the shield. As a defense against ICBMs the shield seems completely effective. Against smuggled weapons detonated at ground level? Not so much.

The dreams shifts to us--family and/or friends, people I know in tha dream sense of familiarity--living in an apartment building some kind. It's mostly empty. They're coming to evacuate us, something I don't believe for a moment. These are the bad guys in sheeps' clothing. So we decide to ambush the bad guys when they arrive at the apartment.

Alas, all the guns we try to use turn out to be about as effective as pop-guns (A common thread in my dreams for as long as I can remember). On the other hand, the bad guys are deterred by a determined resistance and retreat, though they say they'll be back. So it's time to skedaddle. We capture one of the bad guys' four seat helicopters and go for a wild ride that feels suspiciously like a roller coaster ride. I make a mental note not to let him drive next time.

Eventually we find ourselves back in the apartment, or one very much like it. The nuclear shield has been destroyed. (I wonder just where the wreckage is going, and whether it's going to fall to earth or spin off into space. I hope for the latter, because the wreckage crashing into earht would be...bad.) Meanwhile more bad guys are arriving, and they look much the worse for wear. Rather like zombies, in fact.

I'm not surprised when one of the zombie bad guys explains to me that of course things are going badly now. This is a horror story after all, so what did I expect?


Dream the Second:  Everyone in my office is out working on the farm. I'm not sure why we're doing this, except that no doubt some eco-guerrillas are behind it all. The work isn't hard (in fact it's remarkably easy), but the self-righteous engineers of this little project are really riding my ass. They don't like anything about how I'm doing my assignments. I argue with them, but they have the bosses on their side.

Eventually I decide to quit entirely. There's a victorian farmhouse here. So I fly (more like drift, or maybe swim) up to stand on the widow's walk and look around. Someone from the office eventually comes out to join me and I realize it's because she's afraid I might jump.

And she's right, of course. Only it's not out of some sucidal desire, but because I can dive down and then swoop around over the farm wowwing the crowd. Which I do.