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.