I had a dream last night, and I think part of the dream was that it was an awesome dream.
The basic gist, stripped of all the other random stuff that happened in the dream (eg, stealing a boat and speeding down the river system which had apparently replaced the roads and highways so that I could get a haircut) was that me and The Girl--I don't actually recall who she was, maybe a chick I knew in college? Anyway, she was the love interest in this dream, true love, etcetera--had been found by The Bad Guy, and he had to kill us. The Girl and I were basically okay with this. The sense was that we'd tried to stop him, and he'd beat us fair and square, and at least we got to go out together, so we accepted our fates with equanimity (definitely not a reflection of reality; I ain't equanimitous about shit).
He's going to kill us by breaking our spines at the base of our necks--he's super-strong, or something, and since he's one of those Bad Guys with a sense of honor or whatever, he wants to give us a painless death, and apparently he's of the opinion that this is the best way to achieve that. So The Girl and I go in for one last kiss, and The Bad Guy puts his hands on our backs, and we both break off to tell him, hey, do both of us at the same time. We go back to the last kiss thing, and he does the spine-crunchy. Everything goes monochrome as I slump over, and I manage to tell him that, hey, this whole spine-breaking thing actually isn't instantaneous at all. And then I woke up, absolutely parched because I hadn't had anything to drink yesterday except soda.
For some reason, I thought this dream was totally awesome. But as it's rattled around my head over the course of the day, it's kinda dawned on me that, y'know, it's just as nonsensical as any other dream I've ever had. There's nothing awesome about it. The sense that it was awesome was, itself, part of the dream.
Cool!
The basic gist, stripped of all the other random stuff that happened in the dream (eg, stealing a boat and speeding down the river system which had apparently replaced the roads and highways so that I could get a haircut) was that me and The Girl--I don't actually recall who she was, maybe a chick I knew in college? Anyway, she was the love interest in this dream, true love, etcetera--had been found by The Bad Guy, and he had to kill us. The Girl and I were basically okay with this. The sense was that we'd tried to stop him, and he'd beat us fair and square, and at least we got to go out together, so we accepted our fates with equanimity (definitely not a reflection of reality; I ain't equanimitous about shit).
He's going to kill us by breaking our spines at the base of our necks--he's super-strong, or something, and since he's one of those Bad Guys with a sense of honor or whatever, he wants to give us a painless death, and apparently he's of the opinion that this is the best way to achieve that. So The Girl and I go in for one last kiss, and The Bad Guy puts his hands on our backs, and we both break off to tell him, hey, do both of us at the same time. We go back to the last kiss thing, and he does the spine-crunchy. Everything goes monochrome as I slump over, and I manage to tell him that, hey, this whole spine-breaking thing actually isn't instantaneous at all. And then I woke up, absolutely parched because I hadn't had anything to drink yesterday except soda.
For some reason, I thought this dream was totally awesome. But as it's rattled around my head over the course of the day, it's kinda dawned on me that, y'know, it's just as nonsensical as any other dream I've ever had. There's nothing awesome about it. The sense that it was awesome was, itself, part of the dream.
Cool!