Dream Time

I infiltrated the new place and was observing what was going on, there was a rally and it was all propaganda but the people were into it – somehow they discovered I wasn’t a real member and grabbed me – I acted as if there was some mistake but they were having none of it.

I know I was injected with something in my neck and then blackness.

I awoke and remembered what had happened but was foggy. I got up to walk around there was an overhead announcement I heard garbled, but I followed the other people to a large room.

Standing in a back corner trying not to attract attention and my mind felt wobbly. I was noticed anyway, someone pointed a finger at me and tapped his foot as if waiting for me to do something. Another announcement came over the loudspeaker – this time I could understand – he has five minutes to prove the experiment a success – otherwise he’ll be destroyed.

I was shocked – what did I have to do, what experiment?

A lovely woman grabbed me by the arm and ushered me out of the auditorium. She threw me up against a wall and said – here cut it – handing me an apple. I looked around for a knife but didn’t find one. She grabbed the apple back and said – maybe you could use a paper clip… and a paper clip extended out of her finger and she began to cut the apple into slices.

She produced another apple and said – your turn. I looked at my finger and something like a light saber grew out of it and I sliced the apple – in different shapes than she did, but she smiled.

She grabbed me by the arm, pulled me into yet another room with booths, like from a diner. She sat in one pulling me in besides her – act normal, she said.

What the hell is normal I wondered.

Then I saw him, skin tight blue uniform with a red cap flowing behind him. He came and sat across from us – don’t worry Jor-El, he said – we’re all the same – you me and Lara.

The loud speaker blared again that they had found the ship – Superman and Lara exchanged looks and said – let’s go. We headed out into a large outdoor arena and looked up into the sky.

A huge ship was slowly coming down over the stadium – guns and rockets were shooting at it and it slowly broke apart. The voice of Lawrence Fishburne spoke and was somehow heard above all the noise – if ya’ll would have listed to me we wouldn’t have crashed here, damn idiots.

Then the alarm woke me up.

The Belly Button of Thirst

Contrary to what many may believe I don’t dream about Superman often, but last night I did and it was very odd.

The last son of Krypton and I were traversing through the universe and came to a planet primarily composed of water. I was being carried in Superman’s arms much like Lois Lane and whispered in his ear that we should check this place out. 

We lowered into the atmosphere and were flying around looking at the beauty of this planet – water was almost everywhere and sparkled the light from the sky in great colors – it was amazing. We finally found a species there and Superman lowered me to the ground. Continue reading

Dream Date

Last night I slept the entire night right up to the point where the alarm clock started it’s insistent beeping at me. The cat was even kind enough to let me sleep, it was a miracle… someone call the Vatican. I also remembered my dreams, at least one of them – which is not always the case.

I had a boyfriend (yes, this is how we can tell it’s a dream). A nice boyfriend (this is how we know I was still feverish from the flu). Mystery boyfriend, who unfortunately kept his clothes on during the dream, didn’t appear to be my type at all. Not just because he was nice, though that’s a big indicator, but because his physical characteristics (skinny, clean shaven, smiling) weren’t what I normally look for in a guy.

In the dream we interacted with my family, read comics books and took a long walk before sitting together in the family room snuggled up together. It was peaceful and pleasing. I was really having a nice time with the guy and everyone seemed to like him – not that that should matter at all, but it does I guess.

Kind of a pointless story I know. “Jamez had a dream, film at 11”.

I think it kind of reawakened the idea of having someone in my life again. I had written that off recently and wasn’t sure I was at all interested in pursuing anything that would last more than a night… or two minutes, how ever long he lasted. I don’t want to get married tomorrow, next month or next year – but I wouldn’t mind having someone to lean against in a movie theater, coffee house or in the pool.

It was just a dream though, I’ll probably die an old spinster.