Recent inspiration from dreams

The last few nights have seen me revert to my usual pattern of insomnia.

My dreams have been quite serious ones. Also they they have been useful. What a change.

In one I am a passenger in my science fiction universe. I am escaping from a prison world by executing a 'Spatial Transit' into a hyper-spatial aperture between worlds. I travel through time and space. It all  is about to make a lot of sense and just as I am about to be able to 'claim my noble prize' I wake up and forget most of the details. Typical.

The next dream has me adventuring again in the same universe. This time I am a sort of Time travelling Jedi Knight kind of person. I have dealings with warlords and bounty hunters and I uncover a plot for the foundation of a new galactic empire.

And then I wake up again.

I have had a few other dreams. Mostly prosaic. Some disturbing, which I would rather think about a bit more before sharing.

So that is it.  More sublime than ridiculous. That is what happens to me sometimes when I sleep. If I sleep.

Dream Journal - Those scheming Politicos and the invasion of the Forest of Dean

Two dreams last night.

Number one was about the political future of the United Kingdom... I think? I was having a cup of tea in my flat and then Gordon Brown, Ed Balls and George Osborne all popped round for a chat. It seem there had been some important development in student politics at the University of Kent and they wanted to know who the next Lib Dem Prime Minister was going to be... I hadn't a clue so they all went home.

Thankfully that was the end of that one.

Then I had to lead the resistance against the Invasion of the Forest of Dean by the vile, evil and general repellent forces of the Axis. That seemed to go well but it was a good thing the Welsh paratroopers turned up as my halftrack thingie had developed a flat tire (or something...?)

Fortunately I am awake now... Or am I? is this dream number three?

A dream tribute to John Christopher's Tripod Trilogy

Last nights dream was intriguing and just a bit scary.

I was in a distopian version of our world similar to the stories of John Christopher's Tripods world.

Our society had been taken over my 'the masters' an alien race that used mind control to subdue the human race. In the dream I was living in a town not unlike Stroud and my 'master' came to visit her human 'pet.'

the aliens in this stage of the dream took on human form. The master that visited me was concerned for my welfare. There was an absence of mind control evident in the dream. Our town had not been 'capped'

The community rose up against their alien overlords and my 'owner' was killed. The tripods attacked and the town was destroyed and the few survivors hid in tunnels under the wooded hills surrounding the town.

The next stage of the dream was after I had been 'capped.' For those not acquainted with the universe of the Tripod Trilogy the cap was a device the masters placed on the head of their human subjects for the purpose of controlling their thoughts and behaviours. This bit of the dream was weird.

I was in the city of gold and lead. I was prisoner of war. The cap was not fully functional and I could think rebellious thoughts of my own. The scary bit was an interview with a master who was trying to explain why his civilisation was superior. And how easily he would wipe me out...

Then the dream changed and I was a character from my science ficition novel with powers to control reality. I deactivated the physical underpinning for the masters mind control technology and destroyed their cities.

The dream ended at that point.

New dream - Exploding bathrooms and other dodgy plumbing effects

Well its been a little while since I've had a decent dream.

So here it is folks...

I was on this day trip to Bristol where the Church of England were trying to tell us all about the theological implications of proposed changes to the water flows in the Avon gorge ... Maybe fonts would overflow? Can not remember the details fortunately.

And then I was liberating Italy from Nazi tyranny ... The Italian army gave up fighting me and joined up with the allies... the americans were late (?!) but turned up in the end and saved the day.  Atleast I was on the right side for once.

And then I woke up to the sound of exploding water pipes in my bathroom. I rushed out of my bedroom and  hurried to find the stop tap thingie... Only to realise that, actually, I had not woken up and that this was still part of my dream...

Obviously caused by the water flow alterations down in Bristol.

Then I woke up... I think?

Dream Journal Alert! - James Bonds latest sidekick saves the world with exploding ear wax

I have had another one.

The dream goes thus...

An evil megalomaniac has taken over large parts of the Australian outback and built a secret military industrial complex with the (obvious, come on folks!) intention of 'taking over the world' in some involved method which I never quite work out.

James Bond is called in to foil this dastardly plan. Unfortunately he is not up to the job so his trusty side kick is needed (me... yes it goes down hill from here.) I never quite get a full 00 certification as my character can never remember it... and I keep blowing my cover by not remembering my name either... My name is 'Dave' or is it 'Steve' or ... er .... 'Bob?'

Does not quite sound right for a secret agent but nay mind.

Well the evil genius of Oz meets a sticky end due the application of exploding ear wax and toxic chewing gum... James Bond gets the girl and and I get banged up by the local bobbies for handling dodgy substances... C'est la vie...

How Tolkein could have written LOTR... But did not, thank god!

My dream a few nights back would have intrigued the Hobbit Meister considerably... Well maybe.

I was playing the role of this wizard, you see. I was part of a heroic band of adventurers who were, er, escorting a group of misunderstood orcs across the grassy plains to the safety of the nearby mountain range.

The trouble was that a bunch of aggressive horsemen kept molesting the poor orcs and I guess I felt a bit sorry for the little blighters.

So, even thought the lead warrior in the party was a bit upset about it, I had to use my wizardly powers to protect said goblins.  I think I succeeded but woke up at the points the trees started to talk.... Thank heaven for that...

Invasion of the (semi annoyed) undead masses...

Last nights dream is mildly disturbing.

I get invited to attend a presentation at a major technology companies secret facility buried deep in the English countryside.  The place is a ultra-modern complex, shiny and new.

Then it goes a bit wrong. I switch viewpoint to be another character in the dream. I am aware that 'I' am not this person but hey ho the dream continues as if I were. (weirdness like this is common in my dreams)

I sneak out of the rather dull presentation and find myself in a supermarket.  I proceed to the freezer section and lo and behold I discover what happens to employees of this company if they should be unfortunate enough to die in service.... hmm?

But being a Technoloogy organisation they have arranged for 'life after death' ... but there were a few bugs in the process. The resulting 'semi-defrosted' former employees are wandering round the car-park but unable to get back to their desks and are feeling rather frustrated with the situation.  It is a hot summer day and things are starting to smell...

I was unable to resolve the issue as I woke up. Thank god for that....

Going presidential...

So my night-time wanderings bring me, once again, to the point of sharing with you all.

Its another weird one.

If you have watched the West Wing (and one episode seemed to be enough for my poor sleepy old mind...) you will recall that the President of the USA gets into all kinds of scraps and troubles and needs the help of specialists to escape from such issues.

And that is where 'Superman' comes in...

But is a politician to do if some evil genius has turned him invisible and spirited him off to a secret hiding place, leaving the most powerful nation on earth to be lead by a cheap hologram babbling nonsense?

So in I come, leaping tall buildings in a single bound, X-raying everything with my supernatural vision, cape flapping in the wind... And I don't even get Banaman's outfit this time. Its the real deal.

Unfortunately I can not confirm the details of this dreams resolution. I woke up, sorry.

Which on balance is probably a good thing...

A rather weird dream...

Another night another dream...

This time its a bit of a silly one.

In the dream I am (actually) Bruce Wain of Gotham City. I seem to have been framed for a crime but escape with my trusty side kick (Robin... it goes downhill from here folks...) and fly through storms and adversity (lots of baddies and stuff to defeat on the way) to my secret, backup, Bat Cave. At which point I (thankfully!) wake up.

The dream had lots of fight scenes and stuff... but we are talking 1960's TV series here. Its quite good when a dream has captions I feel.... But why did my costume resemble more closely that of ...er .... Bananaman? rather than the Dark Knight?

With that thought in your heads I will leave you...

Don't have nightmares now.

Two serious dreams

Here a a couple of recent dreams (one last night the other a few nights back)

Much more serious than my usual crop I have to say...

A few nights ago I was dreaming about the construction of a vast industrial size canal network across a country that could well be England. It wasn't clear exactly why these structures were being created because human beings were not directly involved. It could be that the dream was set in the future because massive robotic machines were doing the work. They dug huge channels through the earth and install locks and the whole works was automated.  That was it.

The second dream is one I had last night and again is of a serious nature.  it is set in central Cardiff during political party conference season. (I think it is the Lib Dem conference in Cardiff in this dream but not sure) There is a riot which I think is part of a general uprising against British (English) rule. I am defending a hotel containing innocent by-standers. The dream is quite violent in places. I am not sure how it ended.

So two completely different kind of dreams. I am sure the more typical silliness will return. For sure, I have no idea where some of this stuff comes from....

Three more adventures in Nod Land

I had three dreams last night.

First one involved a moon walking, juggling amateur dramatic society putting on a school play.... I think I was the director... or playwright.

I'll move on from that one...

Next I was winning World War II ... for the wrong side. The Germans only had one plane left and I guess I felt a bit sorry for them (its a dream remember!) Its amazing how history can be 'remodelled' with one biplane and a bomb bay full of thermonuclear devices... hmm?

My final adventure in the land of Nod involved helping the British Liberal Democrats (a party I am not a member of!) win the FIA Formula One world championship. Despite the fact they had no money whatsoever.

I'll stop there...

Telepathic Mobster fight in New York (last nights dream)

This is a dream...

A few friends of mine are trapped in an arrangement with the New York Mafia. They want to escape but are afraid to run away or confront their tormentors.

I am an uninvolved bystander. The dream develops and I decided to 'do something about the situation.'

There are hundreds of gangsters and my only weapon is a toy Tommy gun.

Fortunately I have telepathic abilities (as you do...?)

So I ascertain the location of the Mafia headquarters from reading the minds of a couple of heavies that come round for 'Protection Money.'

A bit of a battle occurs. I seem to be able to detect an opponent with violent intentions and run them to sleep by pointing the toy gun at them and shouting 'Bang!' in a loud voice.... (Don't try this at home folks)

So I track down the Godfather chap. But somehow he takes me by surprise. He puts a gun to the back of my head and tries to remember how to pull the trigger. (Good old Telepathy comes in useful again!)

Police burst in a shoot him with real guns.

I wake up.