Total non-sequitor here, but under the legally prescribed influence of muscle relaxants, here are a couple dreams I had over the last two nights.
First, the weirdest dream I've ever had.
I'm in a museum with a largely empty foyer and the complicated entrance/exit lines that you'll only find in such a place during Covid . . . with nearly nobody in them. This is relatively mundane compared to what happens afterwards, but is interesting (to me) that I'm worried about making sure that my son is finding his way out and not getting lost. I then stop caring about what he's up to as the 13-year old action team/boy band enters the scene, with reality altering powers that gives them the ability to fling security guards across the room, change flesh to stone and clear the grim in those hard to reach areas.
I become a believer in their mission and follow them along as they cause general chaos and destruction in their wake. It is an exciting action movie filled with superhero powers and no limit to the budget in special effects or hair gel as the members of this group were using their powers to fight back against the man (heavily armed security guards), cleaning corruption that was evident everywhere in the pre-'70s seating in the museum cafeteria as well as having really good hair and clear skin. I mean, what's the point of having the ability to alter reality around you and skipping over your fade and to clear up those pimples? So their priorities may not have been as altruist as I had originally thought.
[No offense for any "In Real Life" or "Tattoo" (the guy on the left does look a bit like
Herve Villechauze) fans that are out their . . . I know nothing of their music, but they do have great hair and the blonde guy was DEFINITELY there. I really wanted to punch him.]
But, hey, they were cleaning up the cafeteria which deeply needed a deep clean . . . even beyond the security guard blood everywhere. They got the gum underneath the chairs and were even modernize the furniture to be the latest in Swedish minimalist designs.
But in looking at what they had accomplished: nice design, gum free chairs and dozens of dead/turned to stone security guards, I started to doubt that their mission was true . . . and so did the, previously unseen, young man in the wheelchair that had overseen their rampage.
Here's where it gets really interesting in it's depth and complexity.
With a look of disgust, he withdrew their powers (with a whiny, albeit auto-tuned chorus of "Aw, man, c'mon!") and began to rewind time and repair all of the damage they had caused, healing those they had hurt, un-slitting throats and reverting stone-to-flesh and flesh-to-stone (speed bump, don't ask) of them running amok.
Here's where the dream is even more extraordinary than just another superhero dream . . . I had full recollection of everything they had done and played it in reverse . . . I didn't miss a single detail and stepped all the way back to the beginning of my dream.
But the dream didn't start there as it seems I only came in midway through their actions and we went out into the street to see everything they had done there in great detail, leading back to when they were granted their powers by the boy in the wheelchair and then following his actions as he explored his new world.
Warning: now it gets really wierd.
It all led us back to the elevator doors, which opened with men wearing full biohazard hazmat suits fleeing in reverse from whatever had occurred in the elevator. As I cautiously looked in on the elevator, I see a group of medical/science professionals standing in a small metal room that had fleshy biological growth exploding forth from the subject on the gurney, over the attending team in their suits and covering some of the walls of this small room. On the gurney must have been a women who was giving birth to a fully grown man, hard to be seen through the flesh growths and the scene was paused at the moment when he had left her loins. As a disembodied spectator, I looked around to discover that I wasn't the only one watching and I asked my fellow spectators (whoever they were) whether we really wanted to see what had just happened and allow time to continue to rewind and watch this fully grown man crawl inside the woman (alien?) and whatever had caused all of the biological growths.
Then Xavier's 5 am alarm goes off.
Saved by the bell.
Dream 2: Winter Wonderland
Somewhat travel related but still very detailed, I dream of a newly discovered sled run that went from the very top of a mountain, made it's winding way hundreds (thousands?) of feet down to the base of the mountain and I was rushing to be the first to do it start to finish. I drank 2-3 Guinness to provide the liquid courage to set this new record and had an exciting, yet delightful, sled rid down. It was a lot of fun, with very specific turns that need to be made to avoid limbs and rocks at the relatively low snow pack that are repeated on subsequent runs.
After my sledding, I realize that I'm waiting for a friend to arrive but have some time to burn so I go snow shoeing to the currently inaccessible ski resort, passing campers in their tents and vehicles sheltering from the weather that is really quite nice. The views as I round a ridge to look down on the resort are quite stunning as I check the time and realize I can hike all the way to the resort, the lifts and back again and still make it back to meet my friend. I enjoyed this hike and it reminds me how I'm looking forward to snow shoe through the national forest around my house and how even the shortest hikes will have a quiet, peaceful setting once everything is coated in a layer of snow and that I've scouted out the completely doable route for my friend and look forward to sharing this experience with them.
Here's some of last year's snowshoeing and pure, unadulterated puppy joy.
Edit: The latest dream
I wrote the above between 4:30 and 5:30 am, when I went back to bed.
In the past 2 hours, I had another dream where I owned a sailboat that was powered by propane burners that filled the sail. After trying the boat out in a race (the boat was a lot of fun to race!), apparently I qualified to join the KKK of boat clubs that turns out to have a specific focus on homophobia.
So I found a way to back out, literally and figuratively, out of this group.
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